{"id":548,"date":"2024-08-05T16:10:19","date_gmt":"2024-08-05T13:10:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fractiousfiction.com\/?p=548"},"modified":"2024-08-05T16:10:34","modified_gmt":"2024-08-05T13:10:34","slug":"my-favorite-american-novel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/fractiousfiction.com\/the_ambassadors.html","title":{"rendered":"My Favorite American Novel"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

How Henry James Invented Modern
Fiction with The Ambassadors (1903)

<\/strong>by Ted Gioia<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

At first blush Henry James\u2019s\u00a0The Ambassadors<\/em>\u00a0(1903) must seem
an unlikely candidate for the honor of Great American Novel. \u00a0For
a start, none of this story takes place in the United States. The
characters, for their part, act in atypical ways for Yanks, engaging
again and again in un-American activities,
albeit different from those that gave\u00a0agita
<\/em>to Cold Warriors in the 1950s. \u00a0Honestly this
may be the most European of any of Henry
James’s \u00a0novels\u2014quite a claim for an author
whose emotional allegiance to the US was
so weak that he actually became a British
subject in 1915. \u00a0Indeed,\u00a0The Ambassadors
<\/em>anticipates that later development, articulating
precisely the kind of allure and mystique the
Old World held for this native New Yorker. \u00a0
And do we really want a Great American Novel
that makes us feel inferior to our smug relatives
across the big pond? \u00a0

But over and above these issues,\u00a0The Ambassadors<\/em>\u00a0has other
marks against it. \u00a0Most notably, it is seldom read and, apparently,
even less often understood. \u00a0How else do we explain the peculiar
fact that chapters 28 and 29 were reversed in an early edition of the
novel, and the likely error repeated in later editions\u2014and no one
apparently noticed for more than forty years? \u00a0Okay, some critics
have defended the alternative order, but that hardly gives the casual
reader much comfort. \u00a0Is the narrative really so loose and confusing,
they are justified in asking, that scholars can’t even agree on the
chronology of the tale or sequence of chapters? \u00a0

James’s later works are, of course, notoriously difficult. \u00a0For this
reason, they are rarely assigned in college lit classes. \u00a0Far better
to introduce students to\u00a0Daisy Miller<\/em>\u00a0or\u00a0The Turn of the Screw<\/em>, or
\u2014if a meatier book is inserted in the syllabus\u2014The Portrait of a
Lady<\/em>. \u00a0\u00a0The latter work might be daunting in length, running well
over 200,000 words, but it still offers smooth sailing compared to
the turbulent waters of the late James\u2019 masterpieces:\u00a0\u00a0The Wings
of the Dove<\/em>,\u00a0The Golden Bowl<\/em>, or\u2014most formidable of all\u2014The
Ambassadors<\/em>.

I believe this focus on mid-period James in college courses and
(to a lesser extent) in critical commentary does a disservice to
our nation’s most distinguished novelist. James believed that
The Ambassadors<\/em>\u00a0represented his highest achievement as a
novelist, claiming it raised “artistic faith to its maximum.” \u00a0I concur,
and would add that James enjoyed his peak period as an
author between the ages of 50 and 65, a decade-and-a-half of
writing marked by unprecedented narrative virtuosity and
psychological insight. \u00a0This period starts with the breakthrough
of\u00a0The Spoils of Poynton\u00a0<\/em>(a neglected classic, in my opinion)
in 1897, reaches its high point with\u00a0The Ambassadors\u00a0<\/em>(1903)
and concludes with James\u2019s final masterpiece,\u00a0The Golden Bowl<\/em>,
in 1904. \u00a0These works are where readers ought to start in
assessing James\u2019s contribution to fiction. \u00a0Instead, they are
too often kept off reading lists, and for the worst of all possible
reasons\u2014namely because they are too challenging, too
unconventional, too daring, too damn difficult. \u00a0The very qualities
that we should seek in the great exemplars of our national literature
have instead caused the marginalization of the towering works of
Henry James\u2019s mature years. \u00a0

And why do I praise these works, and\u00a0The Ambassadors
<\/em>in particular, so lavishly? \u00a0I will answer that. \u00a0But first I must go
off on a tangent. \u00a0And you must come along for the ride. \u00a0

I must start by asking you a personal question. \u00a0

Have you ever looked back, years later, at an important conversation
that had a significant impact on your life, and realize you completely
misinterpreted what had been said at the time? \u00a0Perhaps this was
a conversation that led to the break-up of a relationship. Or maybe
it prevented a promising relationship from ever gaining momentum.
Or it might have been an emotionally-charged discussion with a
family member. Or a decisive dialogue with a teacher or boss.

The exact nature of the conversation isn’t important. \u00a0The key
element is that you thought you understood what was going on,
but you really didn’t. \u00a0Only years later, with the benefit of hindsight,
maturity and emotional distance, you finally comprehend what was
actually going on. \u00a0The hidden agendas now emerge in all their vivid,
perhaps painful, clarity. \u00a0And perhaps your whole life changed
because you missed the cues, you didn’t pick up on the subtlety
of the message. \u00a0

I can think of a handful of such incidents in my own life, and I
suspect you can too. \u00a0Or if you can’t come up with a first-hand
example right now, mull over my question some more over the
next few days. \u00a0Scrutinize your past with more intensity. I think
you might surprise yourself at what you uncover. \u00a0Some of our
greatest breakthroughs in self-awareness come from precisely
these retrospective moments of insight, when what was opaque
suddenly clears up. \u00a0We finally understand the psychological
underpinnings of an event that previously only existed for us on
a superficial level.

And this brings me back to Henry James and\u00a0The Ambassadors<\/em>. \u00a0
Because this novel represents the breakthrough moment when
American fiction realized how dark, deep and misleading human
communication could be. \u00a0The Ambassadors<\/em>\u00a0is filled to the brim
with these double-edged conversations, these discussions that
possess hidden reefs and unexplored crannies, secrets that only
reveal themselves long after the fact. \u00a0I’ve never encountered a
work of fiction\u2014or of psychology, for that matter\u2014that does a
better job of conveying the problematic nature of dialogue, and
the fragile meanings embedded in our words.

This breakthrough of James\u2019s mature work is, by its nature, a
harbinger of the most radical forms of modern narrative. \u00a0Henry
James is rarely considered an experimental novelist, but by pushing
meaning to the breaking point in\u00a0The Ambassadors<\/em>, and his other
late works, he sets the stage for more overt manifestations of
semantic breakdown. \u00a0For me, modern fiction begins with\u00a0The
Ambassadors<\/em>.

Realism, in its various manifestations, dictated the terms of
engagement for literary fiction during the period in which James
reached maturity as a an author. \u00a0James himself contributed to
its ascendancy. \u00a0But with\u00a0The Ambassadors<\/em>, he both pushes
realism to its limits and also reveals a crack in its foundation. \u00a0
If other novelists saw the ultimate goal of fiction as telling the
truth\u00a0exactly as it manifested itself<\/em>, undiluted and without apology,
James took the bolder step of claiming that truth is\u00a0not<\/em>\u00a0manifested.
Perceived reality misleads at every step in the pages of\u00a0The
Ambassadors<\/em>. \u00a0The idea that the truth-telling requires the
subversion of traditional narrative, so essential to the later
modernist and postmodernist manifestos, is implicit here, even
as James retains all of the superficial mannerisms of classic
nineteenth century realism.

But\u00a0The Ambassadors<\/em>\u00a0shows off its modernist credentials in
other ways. \u00a0No previous James novel reveals such grievous
disregard for the expectations of the general reader or the
conventions of commercial fiction. \u00a0James achieves a new level
of density in the prose of\u00a0The Ambassadors<\/em>, a more stubborn
insistence on probing the interstices of the action, embracing
the ambiguities of situations rather than avoiding or clarifying
them, adding the extra clauses that seek\u00a0not<\/em>\u00a0to explain but rather
to suggest uncharted depths and hidden fields of psychological
force lingering just outside our purview. \u00a0

James is clearly aware of the new game he has devised. \u00a0Early
on in the book, he describes the reluctant leading man of the
novel, Lambert Strether, in terms that both articulate the main
gambit of the text as well as the readers’ likely reaction:

[H]e was in fact so often at sea that his sense of the range of
reference was merely general and that he on several occasions
guessed and interpreted only to doubt. He wondered what they
meant, but there were things he scarce thought they could be
supposed to mean, and ‘Oh no – not that!’ was at the end of most
of his ventures.

<\/em>Strether, a middle-aged man from Woollett, Massachusetts, has
arrived in Paris to undertake a delicate mission for his rich fianc\u00e9e. \u00a0
She wants him to retrieve her son Chad Newsome, who is enjoying
Europe\u00a0too much<\/em>, and has fallen under the spell of a Parisian lady. \u00a0
Chad must come home and take on the responsibilities of the family
business\u2014a manufacturing concern whose chief article of production
is so trivial, or perhaps embarrassing, that Strether perfers not even
to mention it. \u00a0(Literary sleuths have come up with many theories for
the unnamed product: matchsticks, chamber pots, toothpicks and
buttonhooks have all been offered\u2014but James\u2019s willful silence
on this matter is very much in keeping with the ambiguity and
misdirection of the novel as a whole.)

Yet few characters in this novel play the part they are assigned. \u00a0
Certainly not the young Chad Newsome, or his supposed romantic
interest, and least of all Lambert Strether. \u00a0Strether finds himself
torn between allegiances in ways that even he can’t full comprehend
or evaluate. \u00a0Instead of offering his mature wisdom to the young
man, he finds their roles strangely reversed. Is Strether a failed
ambassador, or does he simply need to summon up a different
kind of diplomacy? \u00a0Or, in the worst case scenario, should he
change sides, and throw in his lot with the younger generation? \u00a0

The term ‘mid-life crisis’ didn’t exist when Henry James wrote
The Ambassadors<\/em>\u2014it wouldn’t show up until psychologist Elliot
Jacques described the syndrome in 1965. \u00a0But back in 1903,
James captured the essence of this condition with a degree of
perspicuity and sympathy no one has since surpassed. \u00a0And
James anticipated the 1960s in another manner: namely, his
reversal of the traditional generational hierarchies. \u00a0In\u00a0The
Ambassadors<\/em>, as in the cultural ferment of the Vietnam era,
the pace of change is no longer driven by wise elders but rather
by daring youngsters, who disregard tradition in favor of a quasi-
hedonistic quest for self-actualization that is all-too-familiar to
us but hardly known to (and even less rarely praised by) James’s
contemporaries. \u00a0And what James does for age and experience,
he also does for gender roles. The richly developed, confident
female characters in\u00a0The Ambassadors<\/em>\u00a0manage to drive the plot
and call most of the shots in a novel where, at first glance, the men
appear to be in charge. \u00a0Here, as in so many other aspects of this
book, things aren’t quite what they seem.

But don\u2019t read\u00a0The Ambassadors<\/em>\u00a0because it was ahead of\u00a0its
<\/em>time. Rather, enjoy \u00a0and admire it for what it can add to our own
time. \u00a0For in one crucial way, this novel is both the antithesis and
the antidote to the endemic weakness of current-day narratives. In
a world dominated by visual storytelling, whether on the big screen
or the small, 21st century audiences increasingly put their faith (and
hard-earned cash) into narratives depicted in images, standstill or
moving, two-dimensional or 3D, streaming or stored on disk,
Tivoed or beamed from a distant satellite. \u00a0Movies, video games,
television, YouTube: \u00a0these set the tone for the current-day
narrative. \u00a0Even the novel, the last repository of psychological
profundity in storytelling, has fallen under the sway of cinematic
techniques, and nothing is rarer nowadays than a work of fiction
that places all its chips on truths hidden from view, or builds on
the premise that seeing is not believing, that the reality accessible
via brutish empiricism is merely a dodge and a subterfuge. That’s
a lesson more necessary now than ever before, and no book
embraces its radical implications with more determination and
sheer bravado than Henry James\u2019s 1903 effort to push “artistic
faith to its maximum.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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