So, recently, eight years later, I was reading another book by an author who'd been brought to my attention via a different novel (this referential path is described here). I have to say, I'm glad to have followed through this time because Roger Martin du Gard's Lieutenant-Colonel de Maumort is one of the most deeply satisfying novels I've read in the past few years. This book too is filled with literary references and the publisher's blurb is not exaggerating when it draws a comparison between three of those mentioned: Tolstoy, Proust and Montaigne. I could rave on, but for the purpose of this blog post I want to limit my focus to a section of letters that appear near the back of the book.
These letters that Maumort is writing are inspired by his rereading of – you guessed it – Romain Rolland, whose words propel Maumort into an impassioned, eloquent description of France at the end of the Nazi occupation (and it strikes me as an accurate description of modern-day America as well). Maumort asks his friend:
…is it possible today to accept without protest the world that these last ten years have made for us? The general disarray, the disorder of minds are blatant; all judgments are skewed: those of men in the street and men of state alike… In every domain, spiritual virtues are in decline, weakened, unappreciated: and yet never have they been more indispensable for holding in check those evil forces – violence, money – which triumph openly and divert mankind not only from a considered effort to recover its balance, but also from a valid concept of the future.
Maumort – an unbeliever, it should be noted – goes on:
Just look at what is happening here. In our France, still smarting from its wounds, impoverished to the point of destitution, starving, looted, reeling with humiliations that are not washed away in a day, do you make out, anywhere, signs of that moral greatness, that strength of soul, that patient and courageous wish for salvation which we must have if we want to rise out of our present chaos? And how many countries in the world, how many ruined, terrorized, enslaved populations lie even lower than us?
In a time of madness and fanaticism, he sees a desperate need for guides, “prophets,” “great mediators;” figures such as Emerson, Erasmus – or Rolland. But Rolland has just recently died, and Maumort asks:
Who will arise in his place to defend and save the fundamental – and seriously endangered – values of that spiritual civilization for which, during half a century, he so steadfastly fought?
Alas, Maumort does not sees any forceful figure rising to defend human conscience and independent thought, and he is afraid that, for many people, these fragile values are “considered outdated and harmful.”
Lieutenant-Colonel de Maumort explores in great detail, and with terrific dexterity, the multidimensional life of the protagonist, his surroundings and society. The passages quoted above are not meant to represent the novel as a whole, in which politics is treated as only one of the many factors in the narrator's life. I focus on them here because Rolland's words so profoundly trigger Maumort's considerations of the political situation, of civilization in crisis.
These passages also caused me, in the midst of writing this post, to go to the stacks and pull Dai Sijie's book in order to refresh my hazy memory of its references to Romain Rolland. Here is the narrator, having just discovered Jean-Christophe:
I had intended only a brief flirtation, a skim read, but once I had opened the book I couldn't put it down... Jean-Christophe, with his fierce individualism utterly untainted by malice, was a salutary revelation. Without him I would never have understood the splendour of taking free and independent action as an individual. Up until this stolen encounter with Romain Rolland's hero, my poor educated and re-educated brain had been incapable of grasping the notion of one man standing up against the whole world. The flirtation turned into a grand passion. Even the excessively emphatic style occasionally indulged in by the author did not detract from the beauty of this astonishing work of art. I was carried away, swept along by the mighty stream of words pouring from the hundreds of pages. To me it was the ultimate book: once you had read it, neither your own life nor the world you lived in would ever look the same.
Extremely high praise – I see again why, after reading Balzac, I'd always meant to read Jean-Christophe. So these 1,500 pages are back on my radar.
But for now, being so recently wowed by Martin du Gard's complex character, I am reading the book Maumort refers to in his letters: Rolland's 1915 nonfiction collection, Above the Battle, written in the midst of the first World War. These are brave and discerning pieces that take on imperialism and despotism while calling for reason, moral truth, justice and fraternity. I will end this post with words from its Introduction which Maumort quotes in a letter:
A great nation beset by war has not only its frontiers to defend, but also its reason. It must be saved from the hallucinations, the injustices, the stupidities unleashed by the scourge. To each his duty: to the armies that of guarding the soil of the homeland; to the intellectuals, that of defending thought… Someday, history will make a reckoning of each of the countries at war; it will weigh up the sum of their errors, lies, and hate-filled madness. Let us strive to make sure that in its eyes, ours will be slight.
It is perhaps unsurprising to find Martin du Gard emphasizing the writer Romain Rolland. Both were French authors who wrote epic, multi-volume, Nobel prize-winning roman fleuves. Rolland won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1915, and Martin du Gard in 1937.
Heartwood 2:4 – on Lieutenant-Colonel de Maumort is here.
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