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The Novels of Francois MauriacAuthor(s): Alexander BoyleSource: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 81, No. 953 (Jan., 1953), pp. 26-29Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20516482 .
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THE NOVELS OF FRANCOIS MAURIAC
By ALEXANDER BOYLE
BORN over sixty years ago in the Landes, Fran?ois Mauriac has
returned again and again in a score of novels to the region of
his birth. That bare land of sandy soil and pine forests, with
its merciless winds in winter and stupefying heat in summer, is
evoked by him as a background for those strange dramas of passion and guilt in which his characters play their parts, Dublin is not
more a microcosm for Joyce than Bordeaux is for M. Mauriac. What
he suffered, felt, but, above all, observed as a young man in his native
district has remained with him all his life. When he wishes to depict the struggle against grace, which is, for him, the normal life of
mankind, the protagonists he chooses are those whom he knew
intimately as a young man around Bordeaux.
The picture of the countryside and its people is not a flattering one. The priest, reduced almost wholly to his primary r?le of him
who offers sacrifice, has little contact with the mass of his parishion ers. In the towns the love of money, in the country the lust for
land leaves the adult little time for the practice of the spiritual life.
The young, having made their First Communion, drift inexorably to
their first love affair. The old either tyrannize over households
whose one desire is their timely decease, or, if soft-hearted enough to part with their patrimony to their grasping children are callously
worked to death upon the farm.
An overdrawn picture, no doubt; but then all M. Mauriac's stories
seem to savour of the melodramatic. It is the effect of his method
which is to depict man only in relation to his passions. He seems
to say that in every man and woman there is a beast
which fights all the time against the promptings of grace. Other novelists, even when dealing with the same theme, have de
picted in a naturalistic fashion those trappings of the exterior life
which every individual erects as a barrier around his inmost heart.
The method used in these novels is a surgical one. The body is
stripped of all its adornments, the very covering of its flesh, and
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the loathsome disease is shown at work in its proper habitat, laid bare before the surgeon's knife.
Such a method is apt to give the appearance of melodrama. The essence of melodrama, however, lies rather in the falsification of
speech and gesture than in the realm of action. It is the bombastic
diction, the "
ham "
acting we object to rather than the situation itself. This M. Mauriac understands. If his characters often startle us by their extremism in thought and action, their language is the normal one of the bourgeois everywhere. He is careful, too, to
present them in natural surroundings faithfully, if sparingly, depicted. No blasted heaths or gibbous moons are needed in his work. The
very naturalness of the d?cor heightens the horror of the struggle. In his task of depicting the passions in their struggle against grace,
M. Mauriac has not escaped the censure of his fellow-Catholics. The two main charges against him are his
" realism
" in sexual
matters, where, it is said, he makes vice seem more attractive than
virtue, and his narrow, "
Jansenistic "
attitude to the salvation of souls. Both criticisms have some substance. They appear to deal, however, with something that is aside from the author's main
purpose. If one views his work as a whole, one sees that neither of these charges is fairly descriptive of his method or the effects he obtains. In isolated examples, certainly, one can quote chapter and verse in their favour. They do not constitute a major criticism of
M. Mauriac's work, although he shows how keenly he felt them in his Apologia, Dieu et Mammon, where he says :
" The evil which the
most beautiful character has to overcome in itself and from which it has to sever itself is the reality which the novelist must account for."
The charge of determinism is perhaps the more serious. On the one hand, it can be said that he portrays the Jansenism of his native district in highly unfavourable terms, notably in A Woman of the
Pharisees, or with a character like Madame D?zaymeties in Le Mal. On the other, there are certain passages in his books that take some
explaining away. There is, for example, the recurring concept that some people carry the marks of damnation about with them even in this life. There is the remark (which looks very like 'author's
comment') in Les Chemins de la Mer when the clerk Landin has been murdered.
" The unquenchable fires of hell are lit in this world,
and those whom the theologians count as lost are marked for damnation at their birth or even before it."
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Other passages are more ambiguous, as where Herv?, in Ce Qui Etait Perdu, justifies himself to his mother as one predetermined to
sin. On the other hand, the saintly young priest, Alain de For?as, in Les Anges Noirs, who resembles so strikingly Bernanos' Cur?
de Campagne, expressly condemns the whole idea. One has, how
ever, a feeling that this is an id?e fixe with M. Mauriac and one on
which he has not spoken as clearly as he might. It is remarkable when one considers all that has been said about
M. Mauriac's gloomy view of life, how many of the novels convey the assurance of peace. Even Th?r?se Desqueyroux, whose problem fascinated him so much that he returned to it again and again in
his stories, the probable poisoner of her husband, whose hard and
selfish nature demanded perpetual tribute from the other sex, is
envisaged as dying penitent some day. Perhaps, it is hinted, her
deliberate attempt to disenchant the infatuated Georges, her
daughter's fianc?, will swing the balance in her favour. Ir?ne, in
Ce Qui Etait Perdu, dying from a self-administered overdose of
sleeping-tablets, glimpses at last the love she has unconsciously sought all her life and reacts to it like Scobie in The Heart of the Matter.
In Knot of Vipers the bitter old lawyer, estranged from wife and
family for most of his married life, dies writing an act of love and
contrition in his diary. In Le Mal, a powerful study of the effect
of lust on a strong nature, Fabien is left with at least the hope that, if he can subdue his baser instincts, and wait with patience, Colombe
will some day be his wife. Even in the gloomiest of all, Le D?sert
de l'Amour, where both father and son have ruined their peace of
mind for love of a woman who is indifferent to both of them, there is a promise of help as they face each other hopelessly at the railway station :
" There would be no hope for either of them, for father or
for son, unless before they died, He should reveal Himself Who, unknown to them, had drawn and revealed from the depths of their
beings this burning, bitter tide."
We cannot leave Fran?ois Mauriac without associating with him
the names of L?on Bloy and Georges Bernanos. For three quarters of a century these three presented, and one still presents, with all
their differences of temperament and method, a common viewpoint in their chosen field of the novel. All artists react surely to the
mood of their age. With some the reaction is a blind one. They feel things are right or wrong without, perhaps, knowing why. These
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three are distinguished from most of their fellows by basing their
common protest against the modern world on an uncompromising
and outspoken Catholicism. All three have come to the same
conclusion about what is wrong with the modern world?its in
difference to the spiritual. As artists they do not argue the matter
dispassionately. They proclaim their convictions as loudly as they
can, and often, to secure attention, in as bizarre a fashion as is
permissible, this sometimes scandalizing the more sedate. All are
united in their conviction, but each takes his own way of expressing
it. L?on Bloy saw the bourgeois as the enemy, the ** mediocre man,"
whose only interest was in making money. "
No doubt he was fore
seen, but only just, as the worst torture of the Passion."
At extremes from the bourgeois are the Saint and the Outcast.
The misery of the one and the sanctity of the other both infer the
existence of God. The outcast V?ronique, in Le Desesper?, gives
artistic form to this belief of Bloy's. Bernanos, in his best-known
book, The Diary of a Country Priest, combines the conception of
the saint and the outcast in the one person, that of the Cur? of
Ambricourt. Only Mauriac chooses the bourgeois as his own. He
is concerned to show that there is no limit to God's grace. True,
it can act only with difficulty in the breast of the true bourgeois. But
a time will come. We wade through the main body of a Mauriac
novel breast-high in selfishness and intolerance, the petty tyrannies of the base, the infidelities of husbands, the more subtle revenge of
their spouses, the general apathy and mere lip-service towards their
religion and its priests. The mordant pen of M. Mauriac flays the
French middle-classes and exposes each weakness to the light of day. But not with the hopeless rage of a Juvenal or a Swift. Always at hand lies the remedy?the incalculable operations of grace. This
is M. Mauriac's distinction. Instead of the outcasts, the macabre
figures of Bloy and Bernanos, we are introduced to the respectable inhabitants of a house in the better quarters of Bordeaux.
Mercilessly the veneer of good breeding is stripped off. The figures of lust, avarice and infidelity stalk those drawing-rooms as openly as
in any miracle-play. We hear the language of the confessional as
these tortured souls entrust to private diaries or letters to a priest the secret desires, the intolerable remorse that gnaw at the founda
tions of their self-control. Behind it all, a still small voice?can it
be M. Mauriac's??seems to murmur in the words of Baudelaire: ? "
Hypocrite lecteur, mon semblable, mon fr?re!"
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