I read The Picture of Dorian Gray, and thought of A Little Life
The other day I finished The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde.
(I will not speak of the fact that I was disappointed by the ending, which was adequate and good, but had been so over sold to me that I expected so much more. It ended like it was meant to be ended and the end was appropriate. Don’t sell the book for its ending, please! Because it is an amazing book.)
All that is to say that I gave a little bit of my time to this work and what was written.
“The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame. That is all.”
I find the characters in this book annoying and they are meant to be. With their provocative moral, their lack of it. Yet, they make the reader think of their values, beliefs, whether it is to scoff at it, laugh, roll the eyes; whether it is to perhaps approve of it.
Whatever opinion on morals is written, the person reading it will think of it. I find that terrifying sometimes the impact some written symbols can have of how I think and see things, that simple paper can be as impactful as a real event in my life.
And there comes the black sheep, always here, daunting us everywhere, whatever you read, you will preach about him, against or for him. (Even more on the internet but that is something that always happened, look up Oscar Wilde's life)
I am morally good (or not) because I read that book or not. Our society of intellectuals will approve of these books, but fight against these ones. Is this book okay to be read by the teen audience? Is this book the end of our civilization of well-read readers? Is this book worthy of human attention or interesting only for some freaks?
That is why this quote is so interesting, so on point. This is an interrogation remaining century after century. The governments banned books, today they still do. The internet, puts some books at the top of a hierarchy and destroys the reputation of others. So, we have to ask ourselves, why do we despise these? Each of us, despise a book, at least one. Yet, of course, there are differences between a state choosing to ban a book and a single reader hating one, but when masses are agreeing, it is important to sit and to analyze why.
So, I gave myself a little time to rage. Which books do I absolutely hate?
Most of all, why do I despise them? Do I have called books immoral? And worse, was it because I feared my own immorality, my own human flaws when I read it? And then, if yes, with my bragging of how I was better for not liking it, I was being a terrible hypocrite? Not that it will stop me from sleeping, because who never lie to themselves? Still.
One came to my mind. The famously unfamous and always famous in any respectful Pinterest board: A little life by Hanya Yanagihara.
I have taken time to complain to friends about this one.
I will not explain the plot, because I can’t be bothered and you can find many things about it anywhere on the internet. (I’m sure that there is a summary on a wiki page, and done better that I would have)
I loved, and read without stopping the first 250 pages (out of 800 something or a little less pages) I was reading it during a moment in my life when I got busy and stopped reading. Then I came back and was terribly bored. Perhaps I was bored because I hadn’t read for a while? No, I was getting bored of the fact that the dynamic of the book is: nothing will change, except it will get worse. And I normally like that; I adore a good tragedy. I love Frankenstein’s creature story, it just gets worst and worst, and we love it. Yet, it felt terribly different.
I think, if my schedule had never stopped me, I would have finished the book very quickly and cried like many people recorded it on video. I would have read and read each of the words without a thought, except that it was terribly sad.
So, I was disenchanted. But I didn’t know what was wrong. That is why I stopped reading page 350 and went on *reddit* to search for people opinions, then I read an article from the Guardian.
There are criticisms about the way the author is depicting trauma, just for the beauty of it, in a way. That there was no real investigation, preparatory work, on how is shaped an adult when he suffered from intense abuse in his childhood (I am being diminishing when I say intense, there are horrible things happening to him, again and again and then again).
In the Guardian article by Sarah Churchwell, it is written:
“For the rest of his life (with the important exception of one disastrously abusive relationship), Jude encounters only selfless love and kindness: the patron saint of lost causes becomes a lost cause surrounded by saints.”
Also, that while “this is a little life that tilts toward a large fairy tale, about cruelty and nobility, evil and goodness.”, the writer underlines: “The only history that matters in this book is personal history.”
We have here, first, characters that are good to Jude, so that his suffering and despair feel even larger. Second, the focus in the book is on personal experience, the author wants us to read about them, and mostly Jude. It is making the violence starker and the reader more empathic.
Also I read this Substack post: A Little Life - Hanya Yanaglhara by Caleb Reed (very good, want to know more about the cover ? want to see a great criticism ? go read it.)
I quote: “Even readers who hated it couldn’t look away. For many, the sheer intensity of pain felt profound”
Same thing on reddit, we all seem to agree that we were mesmerised with it. Did we want to know more? Maybe, there is not that much plot, but we are interested quite easily, it is not badly written. No, we wanted more than just having the info, we wanted to see, to feel how worse it was going to be. To see the characters be cut and cut and cut through by life, again and again. (no bad jokes, I promise) We wanted the endless downfall and we did not get what we were doing before we had to stop (schedule) or we ended the book.
If I were of the people who put witches on spikes, I would say it is witchcraft. I think it is humans, both the author and the readers. I think they found the same thing in A Little Life.
I wanted to watch the morbid self-destruction of a man, and his friends, I wanted to fill my mouth with pop-corn sadness flavour for the thrill of it. Did you also?
To come back to the quote;
“…books that show the world its own flaws”? huh
I think we who hate A Little Life, at least me, are madder at the fact that we did enjoy some or all of it than at the objective flaws.
Hence the fact that Frankenstein has absolutely not the same effect. Frankenstein is not read (or not only) to fulfil this curiosity. (They are not the same kind of books, they have different goals, I know, just tragedy, and a character being a victim and it gets worst in both, just that.)
For A Little Life, I was being curious of the suffering.
Is it the only thing to say about it? No.
Yet, when I read this quote said by Lord Henry, I thought of it.
(I am not sure all the sentences are gramatically correct, but well, it's okay)
(and of course you have the right to like a little life, I enjoyed some of it, too much in my opinion, still, you do you)