Fitzgerald as satirist
'Good morning to the day; and next, my gold!':
Interestingly, in reference to the comparison with Evelyn Waugh in
the previous article, a reader in Australia informs me that it was
actually suggested to Waugh that he had been greatly influenced by 'The
Great Gatsby'. In fact, as Waugh discloses in his memoirs, he had never
read the book until long after Fitzgerald's death in 1940 and the
completion of his own portrayals of London's Mayfair set in the
twenties.
We were considering Fitzgerald's satirical depiction of the Jazz
Age's affluent society in the person of Daisy. Let us follow its
progress somewhat further: "I looked back at my cousin, who began to ask
me questions in her low thrilling voice. It was the kind of voice that
the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of
notes that will never be played again. Her face was sad and lovely with
the bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate voice that
men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing
compulsion, a whispered 'Listen,' a promise that she had done gay,
exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting
things hovering in the next hour."
Bewitching quality
This is beautiful writing. It anticipates not the Waugh of 'Vile
Bodies' but the later more passionate Waugh of 'Brideshead Revisited.'
Nor can one help recalling Marvell's 'The Fair Singer': "..while she
with her Eyes my heart does bind, She with her Voice might captivate my
Mind...all resistance against her is vain, Who has th'advantage of both
Eyes and Voice." There seems to be a doubly bewitching quality about
Daisy for all that she is a creature of wealth and class. And this is
very much the import of the book - the irresistible attraction of the
moneyed class. Nick, albeit the supposedly dispassionate observer, is
far from oblivious to it while Gatsby is completely yielding.
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Much later when the two are alone they discuss Daisy: "'She's got an
indiscreet voice,' I remarked. 'It's full of -' I hesitated. 'Her voice
is full of money.' he said suddenly. That was it. I'd never understood
before. It was full of money - that was the inexhaustible charm that
rose and fell with it, the jingle of it, the cymbal's song of it...High
in a white palace the king's daughter, the golden girl...'"
This is an expose of what makes Daisy tick, the supposed secret of
her most attractive feature, her voice. Yet it is typical of
Fitzgerald's evocative writing that the attraction of her, far from
being diminished by this insight seems to grow further. The images of
white, gold, palace, cymbals, combine in a metaphoric flash to convey
the captivating power of wealth, the veneration it inspires, the aura of
royalty with which it endows its possessors.
And this is after all the great theme of the book, the worship of
wealth, even the untiring efforts of the unwealthy to acquire it being a
form of worship. Here another literary echo makes itself heard, the
opening words of Ben Jonson's 'Volpone' where the eponymous miser makes
his morning visit to his treasure trove. "Good morning to the day; and
next, my gold! Open the shrine, that I may see my saint...Hail the
world's soul, and mine!" I still recall MI Kuruvilla bursting into
laughter after reading these words to us in one of his Jonson lectures.
But it is the relevance of these lines to Fitzgerald's novel that is
remarkable.
Following the rendezvous between Daisy and Gatsby at Nick's house all
three, at Gatsby's instance walk over to the latter's mansion. Earlier
he had told Nick, "'It took me just three years to earn the money that
bought it.'" When Daisy catches sight of it: "'That huge place there?'
she cried pointing. 'Do you like it?' 'I love it, but I don't see how
you live there all alone.'" After a grand tour of the the innumerable
bedrooms, bathrooms, music rooms and salons they end up in Gatsby's
bedroom where "he opened for us two hulking cabinets which held his
massed suits and dressing gowns and ties, and his shirts, piled like
bricks in stacks a dozen high. 'I've got a man in England who buys me
clothes. He sends over a selection of things at the beginning of each
season, spring and fall.'
Strained sound
"He took out a pile of shirts and began throwing them, one by one,
before us, shirts of sheer linen and thick silk and fine flannel, which
lost their folds as they fell and covered the table in many coloured
disarray. While we admired he brought more and the soft rich heap
mounted higher - shirts with stripes and scrolls and plaids in coral and
apple-green and lavender and faint orange, with monograms of Indian
blue.
Ecstatic praise
Suddenly, with a strained sound, Daisy bent her head into the shirts
and began to cry stormily. 'They're such beautiful shirts', she sobbed,
her voice muffled in the thick folds. 'It makes me sad because I've
never seen such - such beautiful shirts before.'"
This is where Fitzgerald's satirical art reaches its peak and the
connection with Volpone becomes obvious. We are actually caused to be
privy to an act of the worship in the innermost shrine of the temple of
wealth, Gatsby's cornucopian wardrobe in the depths of his mansion.
Daisy's exclamation is one of ecstatic praise of Mammon at this evidence
of its powers of purchase and possession. A little later she calls to
Gatsby from one of his myriad windows:
"The rain was still falling, but the darkness had parted in the west,
and there was a pink and golden billow of foamy clouds above the sea.
''Look at that,' she whispered, and then after a moment: 'I'd like to
just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you
around.'" Daisy now sees Gatsby as the high priest of Mammon, one who
can outstandingly administer its rites for her and optimize her
enjoyment of the bliss of absolute wealth.
She wants him ever at hand in a material paradise where the colours
are those associated with riches and childish irresponsibility, gold and
pink. That the paradise comprises nothing but foamlike clouds escapes
her, but it indicates for us the hollowness at the heart of her
happiness.
In the next article we hope to shift the focus to Gatsby himself, in
whose characterisation we discover the ultra-satirical elements in
Fitzgerald's writing. |