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“And
you say, Absurd! Absurd be- exploded! Absurd! My dear boys, what can
you expect from a man who out of sheer nervousness had just flung
overboard a new pair of shoes. Now I think of it, it is amazing I did
not shed tears.”
- Marlow, Heart of Darkness
Joseph
Conrad was many things. A writer, a sailor- a captain, in fact- and
as the opening quote suggests, a bit of a weirdo. But besides all of
that, Goddamn, he was one racist motherfucker.
Heart
of Darkness, his story of Marlow, a seaman in search of a mysterious
ivory trader Kurtz, has dated badly. Published in 1899, the book
follows Marlow through the African continent, meeting various
rumour-spreaders, travellers and dodgy types- most of whom are
inherently discriminative against the local black people- as is
Marlow himself. At the end of the 19th century, attitudes like this
were no doubt widespread and instilled by a general fear of the
unknown- a feeling exacerbated by the need to travel to strange lands
to make a living.
If
you can see through the prejudice- which, admittedly, the book is
drenched in- what remains is a beautifully written, nightmarish tale
of British imperialism. It takes a little time to tune in to the
century-old language, but thankfully Penguin Classics provides notes
to explain details like names of companies that have long-since
ceased trading, words that have dropped off the lexicon, and further
descriptions of real people who Conrad fictionalised. You'd be lost
without this section.
In
1979 Francis Ford Coppola adapted the book into Apocalypse Now,
transferring the action to the Vietnam War. I did a dissertation on
the film at uni back in '02-'03, so I know the film quite well. It's
fascinating to see which characters and story elements were kept and
which were cut or adapted. In the book, Marlow is already travelling
and hears about Kurtz. He goes to meet him, and Kurtz dies after a
conversation with the seaman. In the film, Captain Willard is sent
out to kill Kurtz, who is a US General gone insane. The soldier slams
a machete into the man numerous times. In Hearts, an unnamed Russian
trader tells the protagonist of Kurtz's influence over the locals. In
Apocalypse the trader becomes a US photojournalist (played with manic
intensity by the brilliant Dennis Hopper).
According
to my notes it took 8 hours to read this riveting book on the bike,
in three sittings. When the prose is old-fashioned, your brain really
has to slow down and translate what's happening from page to mind's
eye. It would have been easier to read if Penguin had put the
necessary appendices on the same page as the related prose, rather
than have a whole section of explanations at the end of the book.
Now-
here's where my knowledge ends- if I break from training to eat, then
go back to the bike and carry on, my stomach will be full again. So
will I then go back to burning food instead of fat? Comment below...
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