Satan the Waster: A Philosophic War Trilogy with Notes & Introduction
By Vernon Lee
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Satan, the Waster, published in 1920, is an essay on political anthropology of the Great War in a radically pacifist and radically rationalist perspective: but although it is a militant book, it is neither a sermon nor a book of good intentions; it is a ruthless analysis of what happened, built on the basis of the original vision of a writer with a unique personality. The book consists of a symbolic comedy focused on the traditional metaphor of the devil and a collection of essays that clarify its infinite meanings and suggestions. It is unique in its kind, a masterpiece of writing and intellectual clarity, and was written in an intentionally rough way to force the readers to think overcoming the instinctive solidarity with their country at war, an attitude which was dominant at that time, and which still remains today.
The First World War is the product of a system that has lost its ability to manage its own complexity, and any traditional explanation of the phenomenon is inadequate. So Satan, the Waster had this aim: to be the beginning of the search for a key to this unacceptable event, without ever giving any priority status to traditional explanations and rationalizations. We are faced with a phenomenon that requires completely unprejudiced thought, and consequently radical innovation in the way of expressing it.
The attentive readers will be enriched by this masterpiece, which is a kind of atlas of the (dirty) conscience of Europe of the Great War, with an infinite number of suggestions for their own reflection, and will gain a radically changed vision of the whole phenomenon.
Vernon Lee
Vernon Lee (1856-1935) was the pen name of Violet Paget, a British author of supernatural fiction. Born in France to British expatriate parents, Paget spent most of her life in continental Europe. A committed feminist and pacifist, she joined the Union of Democratic Control during the First World War to express her opposition to British militarism. A lesbian, Paget had relationships with Mary Robinson, Amy Levy, and Clementina Anstruther-Thomson throughout her life. Paget, a dedicated follower of Walter Pater’s Aesthetic movement, lived for many years in Florence, where she gained a reputation as a leading scholar of the Italian Renaissance. In addition to her work in art history, Paget was a leading writer of short fiction featuring supernatural figures and themes. Among her best known works are Hauntings (1890), a collection of four chilling tales, and “Prince Alberic and the Snake Lady,” a story which appeared in an 1895 issue of The Yellow Book, a controversial periodical that featured the works of Aubrey Beardsley, George Gissing, Henry James, and William Butler Yeats. Although Paget was largely forgotten by the mid-twentieth century, feminist scholars have rekindled attention in her pioneering work as a leading proponent of Aestheticism.
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Editor’s Foreword
Satan, the Waster speaks of the Great War in a radically pacifist and radically rationalist perspective: but although it is a militant book, it is neither a sermon nor a book of good intentions; it is a ruthless analysis of what happened, built on the basis of the original vision of a writer with a unique personality. It is unique in its kind, and was written in an intentionally rough way to force the readers to think overcoming the instinctive solidarity with their country at war, an attitude which was dominant at that time, and which still remains today. In the book we find a tragicomic comedy centred on the traditional metaphor of Satan, which makes use of a whole repertoire of hell images which in the hands of Vernon Lee are best exploited to express the very modern situation of the war, and then a set of short essays commenting the comedy. Also the essays make intense use of metaphors, but not at the expense of the result: the effect is wholly methodical and coherent. The two components depend on each other: after reading the comedy, which is not difficult to decode, the readers have a first impression of having understood everything there was to understand; then as they go on reading the notes, they realize many fundamental suggestions that had passed under their eyes unnoticed; then it is worth returning to the comedy, which becomes infinitely richer in meaning and more involving. After a hundred and more years, we find in the whole of the book a perspective on the Great War, the war that then seemed the most enormously cruel act humanity had ever committed, which deserves to be known, meditated, and compared with what has been written in one hundred successive years on the twentieth century, on the irrational dimension of politics, on the era of the masses and mass culture, and on every other character of the century that many have thought having begun in 1914. The prose, quite complex syntactically, uses elegance as a tool to achieve intellectual clearness, and the thought expressed is deeply coherent, even if it may not appear such at the first glance. But it is not an easy book, and it is so roughly hostile to any complicity with the war that when it appeared it could have met approval only in the little number of the rationalist and non-ideological pacifists that had been preserved all over the world. But among the few potential readers then it was necessary to isolate those who had been the attentive audience willing to follow the difficult writing of Vernon Lee, an elderly author who had flourished in the Victorian generation long since retired, or superannuated
, as she says of herself in the Notes to Satan: and this intersection is enough to imagine how few surviving potential readers remained.
The title of this book, Satan the Waster, was to suggest the idea of a perverse and immense size of dissipation, as foolish as radical, and was intended to provoke everyone considering the 1918 victory to deserve celebration. Given these singularities, the book had no success. It came out in 1920 and had some malicious reviews (except one by G. B. Shaw), to be immediately forgotten. Vernon Lee warns us in the preface of the 1930 edition[1] that in that year attempts were made to spread the unsold copies printed ten years earlier, but the rarity of this book seems to witness that the operation was again unsuccessful.
Vernon Lee
To appreciate Satan, the Waster, a sketch of Vernon Lee’s biography is indispensable. Vernon Lee was the nom de plume of Violet Paget (1856-1935), who was born in France to a family of Englishmen who were quite well-off but not very rich, who used to live in different places in Europe and to change the place to settle down every now and then, every a few months or years: a family that belonged to the number of the so-called cosmopolitans of the Victorian era. Violet Paget was educated by her mother and some German nannies between France, Switzerland, Germany and Italy, and the years of her childhood were spent mainly in Rome in the company of John Singer Sargent, the painter, born in the same year, who later in 1881 painted a portrait that expresses effectively the impetuosity of Violet’s character. The country where Violet Paget lived the longest was Italy, and in the 1880s the family settled in Florence abandoning cosmopolitanism. In Florence, Violet Paget then lived always, with long summer trips to Europe. In August 1914 the war met her in London, and for this reason she spent the war years in her country before returning to Italy, a circumstance relevant to Satan, as we will see. Very precocious in intellectual interests, in 1875 Violet Paget published some articles in the magazine Rivista europea, adopting the male pseudonym of Vernon Lee who then she always kept, and with which she liked to be called even in private conversations. From then on she wrote about many subjects, with a literary production vast in interests and quantity: but what she wrote in large part is condemned to be considered inessential, ornamental, by our culture and throughout the twentieth century, and this is a strong reason for which the most complex products of her writing and thinking have remained in the dark. To get a knowledge of Satan’s ingredients, it is useful to keep in mind a list of the different genres encountered in the literary production of Vernon Lee, who always had a certain audience among English-speaking readers, but never great successes, to whom moreover she did not aspire, or perhaps to whom her always too complex prose was not destined. The genres are the following, and for each of them I will limit myself to give some examples, referring to the literary biography[2] of Vernon Lee for details.
1) Vernon Lee wrote about art and music criticism, starting in 1880 with the volume Studies of the Eighteenth Century in Italy, which according to biographer Gunn has many of the abiding qualities of a minor classic
[3], which is focused on interests quite unusual for a very young woman and moreover not Italian: the music of Pergolesi and Porpora, which adolescent Vernon Lee went to listen in certain churches in Rome where it was performed despite being out of fashion, the text for theatre by Metastasio and some other minor aspects of an Italy that in the post-Risorgimento years was out of fashion and considered of little interest. This eccentric preference gives us an indication of the vastness of interests and independence of judgment of Vernon Lee: especially since many years later, in the 1930s, the critic Mario Praz recognized that in order to get a knowledge of the culture of eighteenth-century Italy, the semi-amateurish book of Vernon Lee was richer and more alive than many professional philologist searches. Among many other works, as an old woman, Vernon Lee produced more mature writings on literature and music; in the 1920s she published a collection of essays on writing entitled The Handling of Words, where she anticipated themes of the Russian formalists, of Michail Bakhtin and Roland Barthes,[4] and later a detailed analysis of the psychology of music listening in Music and its Lovers.
2) Vernon Lee wrote numerous volumes of historical and fantastic stories, generally set in Italy in past centuries. Many of them are stories where the ghosts come into action as fantastic entities to reveal human frailties and impulses (without any connection with the interest for psychic
and spiritualist research common in the nineteenth century), and where the overall taste is decidedly Victorian. This part of her production is the one which was most successful, and which still retains some readers, and of which editions and translations are still made today. The tenor of these stories, however, is such as to be devoid of interest for the mainstream of the twentieth century taste, so that readers can only be a niche. To understand what we are talking about, let us see the story Dionea
of 1890: in a village of Liguria the wreck of a Greek ship takes to the shore a girl, Dionea, the only survivor. She grows up in the village raised as a servant, but becomes a fatal beauty. Bewitched by this beauty and persecuted by temptations, a young priest commits suicide with the poisonous fumes from the stove of his room. A compliant doctor signs an autopsy that makes it seem like an accident. Then comes the turn of an artist, who goes to ruin to portray Dionea, and so on... Such is the tenor of the story, and it is clear why Virginia Woolf wrote in 1907: I am sobbing with misery over Vernon Lee, who turns all good writing to vapour with her fluency and insipidity — the plausible woman! I put her on my black list, with Mrs. Humphry Ward.
[5] To be precise, this reference was to the volume The Sentimental Traveller, which is part of the fourth group in our classification, but Woolf’s modernist refusal also fits well this narrative by Vernon Lee.
3) Vernon Lee experimented very young with the novel on contemporary topics, publishing Miss Brown in 1884. This novel usually is not liked even by the estimators and biographers of Vernon Lee, and perhaps it could be worth investigating the reason for this. At least the context deserves mention: Vernon Lee had been introduced into the society of literary London by the family of her friend Mary Robinson, had collected gossip of all kinds, and from here she collected the material for this voluminous novel, whose subject is the development of the acculturation and personality of a young woman of the people, beautiful and profound in thought, who is given the opportunity to become a member of the London society of the aestheticism era. Literary London is described in a way that makes each character recognizable, and is judged from the point of view of a severe criticism of the ostentatious amorality of the aestheticism of the time. This was perhaps a mischievous or perhaps a naive operation, but anyway it gained Vernon Lee numerous enmities, including that of Oscar Wilde, maliciously satirized. But those who invest some time in reading Miss Brown, discover that the story, full of acute human observations, on the one hand loses part of its value on account of the presence of implausible romance elements, but on the other hand has a disturbing and oppressive background that perhaps touches some deep sensibility of the readers and orients us against it for our cowardice in the face of the self-sacrifice of the protagonist. Vernon Lee then wrote some other novels (including Penelope Brandling published in 1903, Louis Norbert in 1914) which were unsuccessful.
4) Vernon Lee wrote numerous collections of light essays and travel impressions, about current interests or about various subjects in humanities, of Victorian taste. A very rich production which is probably far from the sensitivity of our present. Here too, as in the fantastic tales, the non-Victorian reader is often kept away from the tone, so to speak, of doll house and floral decoration that pervades the topics and the style. But underneath there is always a depth of gaze and a complexity of reasoning that give a non-trivial personality to all these essays. The last of Satan, the Waster’s explanatory notes, refers to this part of Vernon Lee’s production by continuing the floral metaphor, but reversing its sign. The war forced thoughts to come to light which are an unexpected crop of plants, unlovely, harsh to the touch, sometimes even stinging, and nearly always rank and bitter, which replace the cherished flowers and fruit of some devastated garden.
The light tone of Victorian-style nonfiction is a component of her way of thinking that Vernon Lee never forgets, even if where the subject is terribly serious, the style becomes complementary, harsh and unpleasant to the extreme.
5) Vernon Lee attempted to elaborate after 1890 a general aesthetic theory, which was to serve to support her critical activity with a strong conceptual basis, collaborating with her friend Clementina Anstruther-Thomson, to whom she curiously wanted to attribute the authorship of ideas that instead in all probability were hers (so it seems by reading the biographies, but it would be necessary to enter the question in detail). It seems that the contorted personality of Vernon Lee always exercised a sort of plagiarism on her female friends making them believe they were authorities in terms of aesthetics and establishing possessive friendships on this basis.[6] The general aesthetic theory is of the physiological and empiricist type, and did not escape the irony of Benedetto Croce, who classified the theory in the genre of the natural science superstition
, and hinted at it thus:
Physiological processes considered as causes of pleasure in art are presented under other aspects by later investigators [Lee e Anstruther], who assert that such pleasure arises not only from the activity of the visual organs and the muscular systems associated with them, but also from the participation of some of the more important functions of the organism, as for instance breathing, circulation of the blood, equilibrium and internal muscular accommodation.
Art, then, indubitably originated in a prehistoric man who was habitually a deep-breather, having no call to rearrange his natural habits when scratching lines on bones or in mud and taking pains to draw them regularly spaced.
[7]
After 1900 Vernon Lee abandoned this extreme empiricism, while continuing to think that sooner or later it would have borne fruit in someone else’s hands,[8] and attempted to elaborate a theory of art as fantasy, without ever being able to reach a satisfactory concept of the autonomy of the aesthetic sphere. Art is conceived as a sort of producer of consoling illusions, therefore as something ancillary to life; however it has a fundamental cognitive function because it teaches and obliges to distinguish fantasy and imagination from reality. This latter aspect is fundamental in Satan.
6) Some volumes of Vernon Lee engaged seriously in questions of philosophy, with detailed analyses of some issues debated in their time. One of them, Baldwin: Being Dialogues on Views and Aspirations, published in 1886, is still a young-age work, continued in Althea in 1894. But for two others, the lighter (but not easy) Gospels of Anarchy of 1909, and the more methodical Vital Lies of 1912, the speech is complex: Vernon Lee ambitiously examines the philosophical and social issues in the limelight around the turn of the century, and according to biographer Colby[9]
... reviewers complained about her verbosity, and the more perceptive ones identified flaws in her logic (especially in her attacks on pragmatism). Overall, however, the two collections were well received, though often patronizingly praised for cleverness,
masculinity of thought and femininity of expression
, and feminine commonsense
.
The literary success of these two collections does not seem to have been great. Yet in them, apart from the interest that this female presence in the philosophical debate should arouse for itself, we find a discussion of the dominant themes of the positivist and Victorian, antipositivist and post-antipositivist generations by a mind capable of an original and unprejudiced synthesis. In these two collections we find the philosophical background of Satan, which with the experience of war adds something also to the periodization of the pre-war culture. The pre-war period had seen the promising beginning of an anti-anti-positivism, which eventually would walk in the direction of the necessary dialectical mediation (a term that Vernon Lee would never have used) between the era of Victorian repressive seriousness and that of the irrationalism that reacted to it. It was necessary, and it was starting to happen,
as a consequence of wider scientific interests, a reaction against the fashions of thought — pragmatism of William James, vitalism of Bergson, obscurantism of the Modernists; likewise against that tendency à la Nietzsche, but also (derived from Renan) à la Sorel the Syndicalist, to make life minister to aesthetic desire for dramatic or distinguished
posturing, and for crimson and azure backgrounds; all of which modes (in the French sense also!) were themselves, like their accompanying nationalism and imperialism, only so much reaction against the crude though insufficient lucidity of the days of Mill, Spencer and Taine. (Satan, the Waster, p. xlix)
So overall even four components of the culture at the turn of the two centuries are distinguished and called into question: the crude though insufficient lucidity
of the time of the Victorian Fathers, then the reaction to it still within the Victorian spirit, and this is the one of the authors of the Gospels, be they fully positivists (like Nordau) or restorers of artificial spiritualities and overturned positivists; third the reaction of those who occupied the scene of anti-positivism under the watchword of vitality, Bergson probably being the first of them, all unloved, all avoided, all detested after the Great War, of which Vernon Lee feels the link with anti-positivism as an obvious data. Finally there is mediation, the anti-anti- positivism that Vernon Lee sought within herself and had probably seen in a nutshell in the work of those to whom she felt closest in the world before 1914. Gospels of Anarchy main content is a long-term discussion of the second component, with variety of details, with richness of interests and also with an incursion into a central issue for its time but marginal compared to the book: that of female emancipation, towards which Vernon Lee was unexpectedly wary, but because from the beginning she was made suspicious by the unilateral and ideological tone of the suffragist movement. This suspect will prove prescient in 1914, when the suffragist movement converted immediately, surprisingly and with very few exceptions, to unbridled warfare and nationalist hatred.
With this we have an idea of the breadth of the interests of this writer, who had readers in her time and is remembered today almost only for the lightest part of her production, which was considered the least important even by herself, with regret.[10]
The war years in London
As already mentioned, Vernon Lee used to travel to Europe and the United Kingdom every summer, and in August 1914 she was caught by war in London, where she spent the war years. Her pacifist and anti-imperialist views had already been formed since the time of the Italian colonial wars and the Boer war (in both cases Vernon Lee had not shied away from controversy with friends in both countries who adhered to national enthusiasm for these enterprises), and therefore it was natural for her to militate from the beginning in the Union for Democratic Control (UDC), a pressure group founded in 1914 with the purpose of promoting a more rational foreign policy and of supervising the involution of internal politics as a consequence of the war. Numerous Liberal and Labour politicians joined it, and it was an important presence in English life throughout the war.[11] As a militant member of the UDC Vernon Lee took part in several public meetings and (under the guidance of a friend of hers, a veteran Labour militant, Emily Ford) learned the art of dealing with controversy with the belligerents who intervened, and for the UDC she wrote a 64 pages pamphlet, Peace with Honour: Controversial Notes on the Settlement, published in 1915[12], which testifies how Vernon Lee had a full and mature knowledge of the situation of international relations both historically and politically. The UDC was not exactly a pacifist association, but rather a pressure group whose aim was to bring democratic methods into international politics, and therefore hosted within it more or less radical pacifists. Among the most intransigent, there was obviously Vernon Lee, for whom the war was an explosion of the irrational dimension, and whose conscious and rational justifications were derisory. The war was all about nothing at all; gigantically cruel, but at the same time needless and senseless
, says simply the Introduction to Satan, the Waster. Before coming to Satan, I remark that in the context of militancy in the UDC, the original analytical contributions on the war of at least two other radical pacifist writers were born, also without success and forgotten and also probably penalized by being women. They all saw the Great War as a collapse of a system whose origins were to be found in the conflict between the living conditions of the contemporary world and the cultural institutions that were not adequate to it that been had inherited from the long past. One of these writers was Caroline Playne, same aged as Vernon Lee, and a friend of Vernon Lee within the UDC, who wrote four volumes in which she attempted to develop a political anthropology of English society in the Great War: an auroral attempt, promising, which is sometimes mentioned by the historians of the Great War, but whose value has certainly not been recognized in proportion to the originality of the outlook.[13] The other writer was Irene Cooper Willis, younger than a generation, and who was later the beneficiary of Vernon Lee. Irene Cooper Willis analyzed in some essays that were collected in a volume[14] in 1928 a singular but important aspect: the metamorphosis of the British liberals from neutralism based on rational analysis to enthusiastic bellicism through a constant practice of self-deception, which is a detail aspect of the reality revealed by Satan, the Waster (which is quoted as a primary conceptual reference in the book of Cooper Willis).
The first Ballet of the Nations (1915)
In 1915 Vernon Lee wrote straight away the short Ballet of the Nations, which, although completely rewritten, occupies pages from 31 to 57 of Satan, the Waster[15]. The Ballet is a symbolic representation whose immediate meaning is obvious: Satan has summoned the Passions to play in the Orchestra of Patriotism, and the Nations to stage the Ballet of war. As a comment, what Vernon Lee herself tells us in the Introduction to Satan, the Waster is valid: the ballet published in a small volume was the first nucleus of the idea of Satan, but alone it has no value and does not reach the expressive result desired: once written, I began to see its shallowness
. The small book was published with the illustrations of an artist friend of Vernon Lee, Maxwell Armfield, and overall it is inadequate: it has the appearance of a precious publication,[16] with an aestheticism taste, which appears improper compared to the seriousness of the drama, unless this inadequacy should not be considered as an ironic value, with a forced interpretation. The reader of today, without placing the Ballet within the whole of Satan, would probably share the author’s judgment by qualifying it as shallow
: there is no possibility to derive from it the universe of unprejudiced ideas of Satan, the Waster, although in retrospect it can be confirmed that they were contained in it in nuce. But under this immediate reaction from the first reading, there is something revealing, and it is that the Ballet is overall symbolist in style, as Armfield’s illustrations are conspicuously so. And symbolism is a style and a taste that died precisely in 1914, which can express the Great War only when it is used by the official rhetoric of monuments, of monumental hypocrisy like all the other expedients with which European society has always avoided looking at the Great War as a collapse of its system, and instead tried to identify determinable culprits, be they individuals or social components or economic dynamics. So here is how the Great War, in the case that interests us, killed the Victorian woman in Vernon Lee and freed in her the inventive resources that made her discover, among other things, the right style, expressionism, which we will find among the components of Satan.
Structure of Satan, the Waster
The book was designed in order that the comedy part and the comment part should clarify each other. Satan, the Waster — A Philosophic War Trilogy with Notes & Introduction, has a 43-page Introduction, which performs the function of preparing the readers for what awaits them, and therefore in this sense it is a part of the work, but which also contains some elements of further retrospective critical reflection by the author on the work.
Follow the three parts of the Ballet, which take a little more than a hundred pages overall. There is a Prologue in which Satan explains his reasons, the Ballet in which first the Passions and the Nations come to take place where required (first act), and then dance the ballet, or fight the battle to the point of exhaustion (second act), and finally there is an Epilogue, in which Satan uses the latest technology tools (black and white cinema and gramophone) to reveal and illustrate the absolute triviality of the mundane realities that have altogether been conniving to the Ballet. For precision’s sake, remark that Satan, the Waster has the subtitle of Trilogy
because the Ballet consists of three parts, namely the Prologue in Hell, the actual Ballet and the Epilogue. Then the whole is in turn a trilogy on another level, including Introduction, Comedy and Philosophical Notes.
After the Comedy, for about two hundred pages we find a collection of notes and short essays written by Vernon Lee between 1916 and 1919, arranged to comment first on the Prologue and then the Ballet of Nations.
Let us now introduce these elements in some detail. The Introduction leads us to know a little the history of the gestation of the entire book and gives us some ideas to reflect about: first of all the suggestion of the shallowness
of the first Ballet of Nations. Vernon Lee reports, in a perfectly plausible account, that the Ballet was formed in her mind in a few days of 1915, when
... a European war was going on which, from my point of view, was all about nothing at all; gigantically cruel, but at the same time needless and senseless like some ghastly Grand Guignol
performance (p. vii).
A few words that define the author’s constant attitude: the war is the product of a system that has lost its ability to manage its own complexity, and any traditional explanation of the phenomenon is inadequate. So Satan, the Waster will have this aim: to be the beginning of the search for a key to this unacceptable event, without ever giving any priority status to traditional explanations and rationalizations. We are faced with a phenomenon that requires completely unprejudiced thought, and consequently radical innovation in the way of expressing it. This is why the 1915 Ballet was unsatisfactory: the key to talk about the war was still to be found, and Satan, the Waster would propose one, in which the illuminating metaphor interacts with the analytical language of the discussion.
Another expression, a single sentence, of the Introduction is an important key for the whole book: the universality of consent to the war, in which even those who are not animated by aggressive intentions are nevertheless involved in solidarity with their country, since everyone is sincerely convinced that his or her country is being attacked and not aggressors. Vernon Lee does not attribute to herself any qualities of particular clairvoyance (p. xiv), and attributes her uncompromising rejection of the war Grand Guignol to her particular experience as a person raised according to the cosmopolitan lifestyle, which allowed her to thoroughly understand, not as a traveller but as a dweller, more than one European country. But there is a fault which Vernon Lee attributes to herself too, and it is not something that is easily thought of. Of her friends, consenting to the war for any reason, everyone of them sincere in their beliefs, she says:
During four long years of our short human life, they have been killing and mutilating, starving, ruining and widowing their thousands and hundreds of thousands; devastating the world no less with hatred and hatred’s falsehoods. For that is war (p. xv).
And she is not talking about third parties: she is talking about her personal friends, whom she holds jointly and severally responsible for the war as a result of their acquiescent blindness in the face of total absence of purpose. But to herself, who has never granted consent for a single moment to reasons and pretexts of the most abominable calamity of all historical times
, what can she have to reproach? This: to have kept silent, sometimes, in the controversies with her warlike friends, out of cowardice before the possibility of hurting their feelings and their good faith. In fact, as regards beliefs in general, and especially religion, in an era of freedom of thought, it happens that:
... the unbeliever, no longer maltreated for his unbelief, hurts those who do not share it, and shrinks with reverent cowardice from inflicting the pain he may see in the believer’s face, and may almost feel in his own sympathizing nerves.
What changed in war?
Similarly with the war, only much more so. Those whose opinions and attitude are orthodox about it have, in my eyes, been abetting, fostering and sometimes bringing about, the most abominable calamity of all historic times. I recognize this all quite clearly, unhesitatingly. But I recognize at the same time that their own multifold sacrifice, and their consequent belief in that sacrifice’s holiness, renders them sensitive to the smallest show of impiety or even scepticism towards a belief thus consecrated by their prodigious willing martyrdom.
And it is the respect towards her friends, due to this empathy, that Vernon Lee reproaches herself. Faced with their sensitivity, she says of herself:
I have feared to hurt their feelings; and I grieve to have done so (p. xv).
This is how the satanic mechanism has been so pervasive as to spare no one. But here there is also the Socratic philosophical background, of ethical intellectualism, which pervades the work: there is no other solution and other hope than the clear awareness of the relationships among things, which reflection builds up little by little, and that every book that is written, Satan, the Waster among others, is piling up. There is no rhetoric, there are no voluntaristic proclamations in Satan, the Waster, a book devoted to the objective power of reality; of appeals to the will we find some hint just where it is impossible to do without them.
In the Prologue (in Hell), we read a a philosophical dialogue between Satan and Clio, Muse of History, who are alone in a Hell of recognizable symbolist style, and discuss pleasantly spending the little time left before the Ballet performance. Satan, Vernon Lee’s spokesman, expresses a judgement on the culture of the nineteenth century and the era of the war through the dialectic that he institutes with the Muse of History, who, when she dares to express any opinions, is always wrong and is always contradicted by Satan. The Muse is a compound of the classicism of humanistic education of all times, as well as of positivism and anti-positivism hybridized in such a way as to end ingloriously in a mixture of banality and absurdity, symbolically concentrated in her allegorical figure, of which Satan says that although she is a fool of the first water, she has rubbed shoulders in her professional capacity with so many celebrated persons that she may pass muster as intelligent.
This quality of the Muse is not without implications, if it expresses the condition to which European culture was reduced at that time: something that deserved to be destroyed was present in it, but men were unable to see it in terms of reality, and so they squandered themselves in hatred towards the national enemy projected by their fragile imagination.
After the Prologue, the two acts of the ballet, rewritten with respect to the 1915 version, where however many of the images are found in a nutshell, become sensible and coherent. The first act prepares the war situation through a Brechtian-style representation, a sort of a comedy of masks transformed into a Threepenny Opera, of the miserability of passions, which take their places in the orchestra in a long and meticulous ceremony that highlights the character of each of them, and leads the reader to get used to each of them as old acquaintances. Together with the Passions, the Nations who will dance the Ballet take place on the stage, and among the public take place the Ages-to-Come, a very important element, which represent the whole world of mean ambition within us, the result of the accumulation of cultural stereotypes accumulated in the historical epoch and of universal human frailty. They are classically dressed and veiled in the stuff that dreams are made of
, as befits those who have the task of raising the highest expectations and providing the pretext for the Dilapidation of present well-being for the chimeras of the future; further on an image particularly effective will surprise us with the representation of their meanness: in the Epilogue the Ages-to-Come come to light and
... are revealed to be, not the classic veiled figures they had previously appeared, but old ladies with long eyeglasses, and old gentlemen, dignitaries in lank black coats and spats and half-pay colonels with white moustaches, all carrying lending-library volumes of memoirs under their arms, alongside of their tucked-up Grecian draperies (p. 62).
The preparation of the event continues meticulously, bringing to the attention of the reader the specific qualities of all the passions, with a wealth of psychological details in which nothing is superfluous. And we also get acquainted with Ballet Master Death, around whose direction the performance of the ballet will revolve like the system of metaphors.
Then the second act triggers with the power of the words alone an integral show made of lights, sounds, smells, flavours, repugnance and pain, that will be perfectly understandable to today’s readers who have fixed in their memory the images of this fundamental catastrophe of our way of being, not to mention the readers who made their pilgrimage to Verdun, to the Somme or to any other battlefield. So it all starts, spoiling a beautiful summer landscape:
... whereas the Ballet had begun with the tender radiance of an August sunset above half-harvested fields, where the reaping-machines hummed peacefully among the corn-stooks, and the ploughs cut into the stubble, the progress of the performance had seen the deep summer starlit vault flushed by the flare of distant burning farms... (p. 50).
The writing style turns completely into expressionism, and the readers can understand the stylistic metamorphosis by leafing through the first version of the Ballet, and observing how inappropriate and inexpressive the graphic part was, still completely symbolist, and how pointless and mechanical, although of clear meaning, all the metaphors appeared in the first formulation. In the first idea of the Ballet, the Passions were conceived as if they were masks of the ancient Italian comedy, each wearing its conventional costume and the appropriate symbols, which was a historical interest that Vernon Lee had always cultivated: but the effect in that context was futile, so Satan, the Waster gets rid of it, leaving space instead, quite the opposite, to an extreme realism in the representation of physical decomposition. So the representation continues with a crescendo of cruelty and physical repugnance until the parts are exhausted, until we have obviously arrived to the autumn of 1918, a time which at the beginning of the Epilogue is represented with a metaphor that perfectly describes the moral climate which appeared to an eye disenchanted and unwilling to acknowledge any reason for feast and victory to anyone (except Satan). The battles are over and
HEROISM is lying on the ground asleep, with BALLET MASTER DEATH lying across him, dead drunk, his skull propped up on HEROISM’S chest. ... The last of the other PASSIONS are collecting their instruments in the Orchestra. PITY, INDIGNATION, IDEALISM, and ADVENTURE have vanished, ... PRUDENCE, TEMPERANCE, FAIRNESS, and TRUTHFULNESS exchanging horrified remarks (p. 61).
In the Epilogue, to which perhaps the epithet of terrestrial
would suit (given that the Prologue had been an infernal tête à tête among demigods, and instead men act autonomously here), which however Vernon Lee did not think of giving it, the instrument of expressionist writing is used to paint a fresco of the pre-war world through the evocation of many images that were then in everyone’s eyes through the primitive cinema that everyone had seen, and through fragments of speech equally well-known from political newspapers accounts. Satan offers to show Clio and the Ages-to-Come the background of the war by means of a selection of his collected cinematographic and sound recordings, and at the beginning a misunderstanding occurs whose symbolic significance is relevant, and of which it is difficult to say whether it belonged to the conscious intentions of Vernon Lee, or whether it is a collateral product of the intuition that guided her, times being not yet ripe for her to realize it. After having enticed and aroused the enthusiasm of his guests, Satan stages an accelerated visual and sound potpourri of commonplaces of the social and political life of the pre-war period: this is on pages 64 to 66, and probably today’s readers would have no difficulty in recognizing the motivation of each word. But the Muse Clio and the Ages-to-Come do not understand. Clio is offended believing that Satan wanted to make her a foolish joke, and pretends wanting to take leave. But Satan foresaw this, and understood:
SATAN. It is not a joke. What you have seen and heard is the most serious thing in the Universe. It is Reality. Only you couldn’t recognize it (p. 66).
The Muse and the Ages-to-Come, that is the culture of the pre-war world, are completely unfit with respect to the time in which they live, and in order for them to understand it, it is necessary to simplify the discourse for their benefit. Thus continues Satan:
I will, to please you, transform Reality, which seems to have no point, into bare Caricature, which has. Here is a little selection from pre-war years. Look, Clio, and listen! (p. 67)
Now to Clio, who, so to speak, would not have been able to understand Joyce’s Ulysses, things are represented in a way that reduces them to order and scheme, to comedy, which even Clio can understand: metaphor of the condition of the culture of that time. As for today’s readers, understanding presents some difficulties in the details. Vernon Lee had always followed international politics, and was able to write about it professionally. We have seen that in 1915, in the context of the work of the UDC, she wrote the booklet Peace with Honour, which the UDC published with the preliminary warning that it did not necessarily reflect the line of the association, but the opinion of an individual member, and which however was part of the materials that the UDC made use of to organize study meetings on foreign policy and the war. In the booklet, the situation is analyzed with knowledge of the political history of the nineteenth century, with remarkable precision and clarity of style.[17] All of this is found in the form of a farce in the Epilogue to the Ballet, and it remains difficult for today readers to determine whether all the metaphorical references of the Epilogue correspond to something real and precisely determined, or if sometimes the allusions are generic. For example, p. 98 refers to the Italian aims on the cities of Gog and Magog, and it is obvious that these are Trento and Trieste. Then there is mention of a city named Maraschino: the reference is to Rijeka (Fiume), but this is a little less obvious (probably we must also take into account a burlesque reference to the Slivovitz liqueur). Then there is a mention of the kingdoms of Croesus and Polycrates, and these why? The reference is to the general ambitions of France, England and Italy to put the entire coastal part of today’s Turkey under protectorate, an ambition little remembered because it was nipped in the bud by the political rise of Kemal. But do the kingdoms of Croesus and Polycrates stand for two specific cities on the Ionian coast, or is the allusion generic? Difficult to say, and perhaps a special research would be an opportunity to recall various interesting historical details.
Finally, after the images of the cinema and the sounds have become frenetic and the whole mechanical apparatus stops for the last time, the last pages of the Epilogue, from 106 to 110, return to the theme of the Ballet, and we see its ending, to which the notes will refer several times, making it clear that the heart of the book is there. On the one hand, Satan expresses good hopes for a new ballet: as for Ballet Master Death, a democratic wig, a complete suit of newest idealistic cut, may make him still pass muster for a while
( p. 109). But on the other hand, humanity, through knowledge of itself, could also give itself no more so anachronistic institutions and learn to defend itself from Satan and from Ballet Master Death, to whom Satan addresses these closing words:
You vile, old-fashioned scarecrow, do you now understand that Heroism has almost found you out for the preposterous, indecent anachronism that you are? And if, by any chance, that Blind Boy should really be surgeoned into seeing... why, then, this will have been the last of our Ballets of the Nations! (p. 110)
It is only an apparently light discourse: it contains in itself the whole conceptual problem of the distinction between politics, which we could say classical, capable of acting with rationality of purpose, and the loss of all control that the twentieth century experienced in the Ballet of 1914 and in the other Ballets, whose character was completely unpredictable when Vernon Lee wrote in 1919, and whose possibility rests on the heads of us men today.
The Notes to the Prologue and Ballet
As we know, the notes take more space than all what preceded them, and lead to see the Ballet in a very different light, sometimes in a perspective that surprises the readers for not having thought for themselves of the same consequences. Let us first see the author’s ideas. According to biographer Colby, In one thing Vernon Lee was consistent throughout her life. From her early twenties to her death she was a liberal with socialist leanings
[18] and inherited nothing of the political education she had received from her mother, who, born in 1815, had been imprinted with the restoration mentality. From the lesson of the restoration, Vernon Lee learned, however, to be wary of progressive political rhetoric: sometimes in her judgments we hear some echo of Burke and the English anti-Jacobinism of the Napoleonic period, which does not mean a reactionary residue, but on the contrary a statement of non-ideological humanism. Vernon Lee’s liberalism, open to current ideas of social reform, was a political belief with minimalist principles: it consisted in thinking that every man has the right to live and play the opportunities offered by life and experience, and in aversion to aimless destruction. In Satan, the Waster she says this in two words, speaking seriously of herself: "But as to me, my political creed daily narrows itself more and more to a single article, viz. Satan is the Adversary." (p. 120). Very simple words: all political belief is resolved in the principle that evil is the aimless suffering that humanity inflicts on itself. But not at all generic words, given the wealth of determinations behind Satan’s metaphor. The liberal background of Vernon Lee’s political profile is manifested in the refusal of easy economicist generalizations, which comes from the belief in the falsity of economicist attitudes as they claim to be easy universal and objective descriptions of historical situations and events. In the reconstruction of the anthropological context of the Great War, the economic theme is obviously present, but always within judgments that must find legitimacy in the concrete reconstruction of situations, never becoming cheap fulfilment through simplistic generalizations. Where the analysis touches on the theme of the existential condition of modern cities and the way of life of the industrial working population, and therefore where the readers would be inclined by themselves to easy conclusions, clarification intervenes, a warning also to today’s readers:
And here some of my friends will at once recognize in this description the apocalyptic monster Capitalism.... Alas, that is not what I am alluding to. I say alas,
for Capitalism, the entirely wicked and marvellously simple monster they talk about, would long ago have had its neck wrung, belonging as it does to the race of dragons made of printed paper (p. 127).
It is the overall historical and anthropological condition of our present time that determines the possibility of self-destructive and aimless events such as the war just fought, and understanding and judging it is an open problem of immense complexity. Knowing this, in 1919, without any notion of the totalitarian regimes to come, Vernon Lee warns against easy generalization, with a partial foresight, at least of the potential of the future:
Whereas the automatic monster I am describing could flourish equally under, say, the scientific socialism of the Webbs; and will, unfortunately, survive, by dint of applied science and scientific organization, through a great number of political transformations, using them up, indeed, like the much-boomed transformation of the France of the Monarchy into the France of the Third Republic, and the England of Cobbett into the England of the Harmsworths. I even suspect that the very belief in what those friends of mine call Capitalism, and the belief that you need only seize the accursed Jabberwok by the neck, and after a brief snick-a-snack of Democracy’s worple-blade, that mankind will arise free and rejoicing — I even suspect that this cry against Capitalism, though undoubtedly beneficial as representing criticism and revolt, is largely machine-made — another shoddy, standardized product of that application of Science to material problems only, and to those, above all, which pay (p. 127).
The thesis underlying it all is that the aimless self-destruction of the Great War is the product of European society in its present state, with its economic equilibrium and its long-history institutions. So what is the sense of refusing economic explanations? It is that they are too easy: how European society has reduced itself to a Grand Guignol without purpose is an open problem, in front of which it is necessary to start a completely unprejudiced gaze, and with the premise of not looking for culprits of any kind, because given the enormity of the events, the search for faults would be nothing more than an absolutive expedient for the part with which each contributed. Speaking of the judgment on the pre-war ruling class, she noted:
... in such a context the words guilty or innocent mean only how long or short a time any of these elderly persons will be permitted to survive a mock-trial by his enemies; or else how well or ill each of them shall sleep, thanks to the verdict of his own accommodating or uneasy conscience. But to posterity our present talk about the responsibilities for this war and for its sequelae will afford no interest save as added proof of the inadequacy of our intellectual and moral habits to cope with the vastness and intricacy of the many-dimensional Reality whereof applied science has placed the switch in our ignorant and thoughtless hands (p. xl).
And with regard to the pre-war political and intellectual ruling class, there are interesting pages dedicated to the description of its miserable inadequacy (from p. 288 onwards) in the past, and especially in the post-war present. Politicians, journalists and writers, some, the original bellicists, swollen with vainglory,