Sunday, July 28, 2019

Under the Volcano

Under The Volcano is--famously--a novel about a drunk. It's often taken as a simple roman á clef about Malcolm Lowry's life, and Lowry was a drunk, and so...maybe it's little more than autobiography, a sort of addiction memoir, of the sort we see all the time.

I've set up that straw man to push back at it: not to push back against Lowry being a drunk; I don't know, but the evidence seems strong; but rather against it being simple, against it being a roman á clef, against it being unmediated portrait of the day-to-day existence of Malcolm Lowry.

The story goes something like this: Geoffrey Firmin, the (ex-)British consul in the Mexican town of Quauhnahuac, is drinking himself to death. The majority of the novel takes place on the Day of the Dead, November 2nd, 1938, though the first chapter takes place a year later and in it, we learn that Firmin is dead. In the second chapter, Firmin wakes up hungover after a party the night before, and he's in search of (and in need of) the hair of (some, many) dogs. His half-brother Hugh is due back that same day; Geoffrey Firmin's ex-wife Yvonne, estranged because of his excessive drinking, also arrives, unexpectedly, with the idea that maybe things can still be patched up. How he gets through that day (and then doesn't) is the story.

Yvonne seems serious in her wish to patch up things with Geoffrey, but she's also clearly attracted to Geoffrey's younger half-brother. She and Hugh may have had an affair in the past. She's certainly had an affair with Laruelle, Geoffrey's best friend, a French filmmaker, but that occurs only after she's given up on Geoffrey because of his drinking.

Not a lot happens that day. Hugh and Yvonne go horseback riding. The main trio run into Laruelle. Early that evening Geoffrey, Hugh, and Yvonne go to a bull-riding event that's a bust because the bull doesn't buck enough. And then Geoffrey's final end. That's pretty much it. Most of the pages of the novel are devoted to unwinding how we got here.

One thing that's not resolved is why Geoffrey's a drunk. It's sometimes implied that Geoffrey's a drunk because Yvonne has had an affair, maybe more than one, but we learn Geoffrey was a drunk before that; maybe he's a drunk because of the trauma he went through as a naval officer in World War I, but we know he was drinking earlier; maybe it's due to the complications of his Anglo-Indian childhood and orphanhood? But he had opportunities after that; he developed a close relationship with his foster father. Geoffrey writes, and is working on a book--contributing to that feeling of a roman á clef--and could it be the stress of a creative career that sends him to the bottle? Well, in the end, we're not told, and it sort of doesn't matter: by the time of main events, Geoffrey Firmin is already a lost person.

It's the unwinding, the revelation of the backstory, I found fairly sophisticated and interesting. It's where the drama in the book is. The chapters are generally from the point of view of one character, largely rotating among those main three: Geoffrey, Hugh, and Yvonne. At some point in each chapter, the character enters into fugue state, half remembrance, half fantasy. So, during the boring part of the bull-riding, Yvonne's mind drifts off and we learn about her acting career, a successful enough star of second-tier Westerns as a teenager, a withdrawal from Hollywood, then ending with a hope and dream of returning that doesn't pan out. Elsewhere she also dreams of leaving Mexico with Geoffrey and going to Canada with him sober and working on his book.

In other chapters we learn about Hugh's career as a reporter, and his dream of being the hero of the saved Spanish Republic, just as (in 1938) Franco's forces are about to win conclusively.

But it's Geoffrey's memories and fantasies that are the most problematic, the most confused. And this, very subtly, is how we learn that Geoffrey really is lost. In person, people like him: Yvonne wants to reconcile; he has friends still, despite his compulsive drinking, who care about him; they think him capable of reform. But in his fantasy life, his thoughts are substantially past-directed; few of his thoughts touch upon that work he might write, and those confused; a few upon the renewed life he might build with Yvonne; but mostly they revolve around where that next drink is coming from. Hopes and fantasies may be unrealistic, but without them you're dead.

It's a bleak novel to be sure. But there's hope in it, too, just not much for Geoffrey Firmin.

The good news is Malcolm Lowry was at least partly Hugh, and not entirely Geoffrey: he was Hugh's age, not Geoffrey's; he did escape to Canada with the woman he loved; he doesn't seem to have ever escaped his alcohol problem, but he did write a novel that shows up on the Modern Library list of great 20th Century novels as well as other lists of great novels.

The edition I read is shown above and has an introduction by Stephen Spender. I thought Spender's essay was pretty good--he compares and contrasts Under the Volcano with works of high modernism like Ulysses or The Waste Land, which this book both is and isn't--but it should have been an afterword. He gives too much away. We know from almost the start that Geoffrey Firmin dies, but there's a bit of a mystery about the details, and those should have been left mysterious. If you read this edition, save his introduction until after.

Anyway, this one does multiple duty for me: it's on my Classics Club list, my #20BooksOfSummer list, my Back to the Classics list, and counts for my Canadian Book Challenge. Whew!







8 comments:

  1. I love when one book checks off so many challenges! Great review. :)

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    1. It's like I just read four books!

      Thanks!

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  2. Congratulations on reading this and ticking the box for one but FOUR challenges.

    I made it my goal in 1999 to read all 100 of the Modern Library list of great 20th Century novels and so I dutifully read Under the Volcano about 10 years ago. I really disliked it and remember thinking a lot of it was difficult to follow. I do remember the scene with the horses and the hawk or falcon ...some bird of prey...however. Strange what sticks in a reader’s head.

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    1. Finnegan's Wake, too?! I've got about 20 to go on that Modern Library list, with Finnegan's Wake & the one remaining D. H. Lawrence novel the ones I most dread (in different ways.) Finnegan's Wake will probably be the one that keeps me from finishing the list...

      I really wasn't sure whether I'd like it or not so I was pleasantly surprised to not hate it. But it is both grim and hard (though not as hard as Finnegan's Wake!) so I'll be needing a chaser...

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    2. Ha ha! Yes, I've already got Ulysses and Finnegan's Wake under my belt. I don't care for D. H. Lawrence much but got all three of the titles out of the way early. I have 25 more to go but three are Henry James and two are Faulkner...both which are challenging in their own way. But do plan on finishing it some day.

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    3. Wow! I am impressed! I've got Wings of the Dove yet to go as well which will, ahem, also be a challenge, but I put it on my Classics Club list as incentive.

      But I can imagine getting to 99/100 and having FW remaining for ever and ever and ever...

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  3. I read this about a year ago and a bookfriend recommended a documentary which is on Youtube about Lowry which was actually really cool to watch. I'm not sure I would read anything else by him - that was such a siege - but I do find the idea of his having rewritten this one, often and substantially - very interesting.

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    1. Thanks for the tip. Though I have to admit I'm not entirely sure I could bear a documentary about Lowry--he was so self-destructive. One of the things I found that made Under the Volcano tolerable was the bits of hope that were still there. The Consul is clearly a self-portrait to a degree, but so is Hugh.

      I've got the Douglas Day biography around here, but for the same reason I've been a little bit leery of cracking it, too.

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