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Looking at Aspects of A Novel
Looking at Aspects of A Novel
Novel discussed:
7he Portrait qf a Lady, by Henry James, published 1881
IN this chapter I take a closer look at ways in which one can pursue an
aspect of a text, such as characterisation or language. But, before
looking at aspects of a novel, it is always necessary to make a basic
analysis - employing the method outlined in the first two chapters - as
any more detailed comments must develop out of a firm sense of what
the novel is about, and in what ways it is distinctive. Consequently, the
first part of this chapter is devoted to a brief general discussion of 7he
Portrait qf a Lady.
Under certain circumstances there are few hours in life more agreeable
than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea. There
are circumstances in which, whether you partake of the tea or not - some
people of course never do - the situation is in itself delightful. Those that
I have in mind in beginning to unfold this simple history offered an
admirable setting to an innocent pastime. The implements of the little
feast had been disposed upon the lawn of an old English country house in
what I should call the perfect middle of a splendid summer afternoon.
Part of the afternoon had waned, but much of it was left, and what was
left was of the finest and rarest quality. Real dusk would not arrive for
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many hours; but the flood of summer light had begun to ebb, the air had
grown mellow, the shadows were long upon the smooth, dense turf. They
lengthened slowly, however, and the scene expressed that sense of leisure
still to come which is perhaps the chief source of one's enjoyment of such
a scene at such an hour. From five o'clock to eight is on certain occasions
a little eternity; but on such an occasion as this the interval could be only
an eternity of pleasure. The persons concerned in it were taking _their
pleasure quiedy, and they were not of the sex which is supposed to
furnish the regular votaries of the ceremony I have mentioned.
[7he Portrait qf a Lady (Penguin, 1963), p. 5]
The passage is about Isabel, and since it is the first impression of her
offered in the novel, James may be expected to be particularly con-
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cerned to make every detail count. Looking for an opposition, we
notice that Isabel's behaviour, in contrast to the orderly world of those
in the garden, seems to have a freedom, an instinctive quality, that sets
her apart.
James does not refer to Isabel by name, writing as if he does not
know her, as if he is a close acquaintance of the men taking tea, and as
puzzled as they are at the intrusion of this stranger. The sense of dis-
tance from Isabel is underlined by referring to her as 'a young lady'
and 'a tall girl', whereas James appears to be sufficiently familiar with
the Touchett family to know that Ralph's dog is called Bunchie. Why
does he adopt this tactic? Possibly he wishes to identifY himself as a
member of, even a representative of, the established order, and to
stand at a non-comprehending distance from this alien intruder. But in
what ways is she an alien? Well, we know from other evidence in the
book that she is an American, but so are the Touchetts. But there are
differences. There is a quickness about Isabel that can be set against
the slow steady pace of the characters encountered so far: James men-
tions how quickly she interprets the dog's greeting, how she stoops
'without hesitation'. Her openness is stressed, whereas the others are
associated with enclosure and immunity. In some way she also seems to
break the rules by being bareheaded.
How does this relate to the novel as a whole? A possible con-
frontation between opposing forces is being engineered, but as yet there
is no indication of what form it will take. The next step in an analysis
must be to seek a fuller picture of the sort of experience being exam-
ined in the novel. just about any scene would provide clues, but, as 7he
Portrait qf a Lady is a very long work, I decided to turn forward about
two hundred pages in search of a suitable scene for discussion. The
passage I selected is one in which Henrietta Stackpole, a friend of Isa-
bel's, is lecturing her. Henrietta has just accused Isabel of having too
many 'graceful illusions':
Isabel's eyes expanded as she gazed at this lurid scene. 'What are my illu-
sions?' she asked. 'I try so hard not to have any.'
'Well,' said Henrietta, 'you think you can lead a romantic life, that
you can live by pleasing yourself and pleasing others. You'll find you're
mistaken. Whatever life you lead you must pay your soul in it ~ to make
any sort of success of it; and from the moment you do that it ceases to be
romance, I assure you: it becomes grim reality! And you can't always
please yourself; you must sometimes please other people. That, I admit,
you're very ready to do; but there's another thing that's still more impor-
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tant -you must often displease others.You must always be ready for that
-you're too fond of admiration, and you like to be well thought of. You
think you can escape disagreeable duties by taking romantic views - that's
your great illusion, my dear. But we can't. You must be prepared on
many occasions in life to please no one at all - not even yourself.'
[p. 217]
She went on in the same tone, fretting the edge of her book with the
paper-knife. 'You see my ignorance, my blunders, the way I wander
about as if the world belonged to me, simply because - because it has
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been put into my power to do so. You don't think a woman ought to do
that. You think it bold and ungraceful.'
'I think it beautiful,' said Osmond. 'You know my opinions - I've
treated you to enough of them. Don't you remember my telling you that
one ought to make one's life a work of art? You looked rather shocked at
first; but then I told you it was exactly what you seemed to be trying to
do with your own.'
She looked up from her book. 'What you despise most in the world
is bad, is stupid art.'
'Possibly. But yours seems to me very clear and very good.'
'If I were to go to Japan next winter you would laugh at me,' she
went on.
Osmond gave a smile - a keen one, but not a laugh, for the tone of
their conversation was not jocose. Isabel had in fact her solemnity; he had
seen it before. 'You have an imagination that startles one!'
[pp. 307-8]
For a full analysis I would choose a somewhat longer passage, but there
is plenty here to work on. The overall impression of Isabel is consistent
with what has already been discovered; we see her craving isolation,
locking herself away, perhaps choosing this particular setting because it
enables her to imagine herself in the role of suffering heroine. But,
whatever her thoughts, she's not interested in looking out at the real
world - she leaves the door bolted and does not remove the green
paper, preferring it to the real green of the outside world. Notice how
James uses settings as a clue to character - this is true throughout the
novel, from the garden at the outset, here in Albany, and particularly
vividly in the descriptions of Osmond's house in Italy. Consistently the
method is one of delicate suggestion, rather than one of hard state-
ment. We can see why the novel is called The Portrait qf a Lady: as in
responding to a picture, we interpret the visual evidence, the atmo-
sphere, the details, trying to piece together an impression.
This delicacy of presentation is in evidence throughout the novel.
For example, scenes treating Isabel's relationships with her other
suitors, Lord Warburton and Caspar Goodwood, will probably show
James working with his delicate brush-strokes, suggesting, but never
spelling out, the confused mass of feelings that make up her personality.
The same quality is evident in scenes with her cousin Ralph. In
the scene below, Ralph and Isabel are discussing Osmond, shortly
before Isabel becomes seriously involved with him. Ralph says very
little about Osmond, but obviously has no liking for him. As this
extract opens, Ralph asks her why she does not ask Madame Merle for
her opinion of Osmond. Isabel replies:
'I ask you because I want your opinion as well as hers,' said Isabel.
'A fig for my opinion! If you fall in love with Mr Osmond what will
you care for that?'
'Not much, probably. But meanwhile it has a certain importance.
The more information one has about one's dangers the better.'
'I don't agree to that - it may make them dangers. We know too
much about people in these days; we hear too much. Our ears, our minds,
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our mouths are stuffed with personalities. Don't mind anything anyone
tells you about anyone else. Judge everyone and everything for yourself.'
'That's what I try to do,' said Isabel; 'but when you do that people
call you conceited.'
'You're not to mind them - that's precisely my argument; not to
mind what they say about yourself any more than what they say about
your friend or your enemy.'
Isabel considered. 'I think you're right; but there are some things I
can't help myself minding: for instance when my friend's attacked or
when I myself am praised.'
'Of course you're always at liberty to judge the critic. Judge people
as critics, however,' Ralph added, 'and you'll condemn them all!'
'I shall see Mr Osmond for myself,' said Isabel. 'I've promised to pay
him a visit.'
'To pay him a visit?'
'To go and see his view, his pictures, his daughter - I don't know
exactly what. Madame Merle's to take me; she tells me a great many
ladies call on him.'
[pp. 249-50)
1he Portrait rf a Lady is written with such obvious care that a look at its
language should prove particularly rewarding. Looking at language
means simply explaining why the novelist chooses to write in the way
he does. Many incidental comments have already been made about
James's style, but, if I wanted to take a more protracted look at his use
of language, I would choose several additional passages and submit
them to the sort of analysis already illustrated - but with a particular
emphasis on his style. The assumption I can work from is that the form
will support the content, being the way of writing which is most appro-
priate to the view of people and society contained within the novel.
The first passage I will discuss was chosen at random - on the
basis that any passage chosen should illustrate characteristic features of
the author's style. It is a scene where Warburton comes to visit Isabel,
possibly with the intention of proposing:
She put the letter into her pocket and offered her visitor a smile of
welcome, exhibiting no trace of discomposure and half surprised at her
coolness.
'They told me you were out here,' said Lord Warburton, 'and as
there was no one in the drawing-room and it's really you that I wish to
see, I came out with no more ado.'
Isabel had got up: she felt a wish for the moment, that he should not
sit down beside her. 'I was just going indoors.'
'Please don't do that; it's much jollier here; I've ridden over from
Lockleigh; it's a lovely day.' His smile was peculiarly friendly and pleasing,
and his whole person seemed to emit that radiance of good feeling and
good fare which had formed the charm of the girl's first impression of
him. It surrounded him like a zone of fine weather.
'We'll walk about a little then,' said Isabel, who could not divest
herself of the sense of an intention on the part of her visitor and who
wished both to elude the intention and to satisfY her curiosity about it. It
had flashed upon her vision once before, and it had given her on that
occasion, as we know, a certain alarm. This alarm was composed of
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several elements, not all of which were disagreeable; she had indeed spent
some days in analysing them and had succeeded in separating the
pleasant part of the idea of Lord Warburton's 'making up' to her from
the painful. It may appear to some readers that the young lady was both
precipitate and unduly fastidious; but the latter of these facts, if the charge
be true, may serve to exonerate her from the discredit of the former.
[p. 101]
more precisely. In the following extract, which appears near the end of
the novel, Isabel has heard that Ralph is dying. She bursts into
Osmond's room to tell him that she must visit London to see her
cousm:
Isabel stood a moment looking at the latter missive; then, thrusting it into
her pocket, she went straight to the door of her husband's study. Here she
again paused an instant, after which she opened the door and went in.
Osmond was seated at the table near the window with a folio volume
before him, propped against a pile of books. This volume was open at a
page of small coloured plates, and Isabel presendy saw that he had been
copying from it the drawing of an antique coin. A box of water-colours
and fine brushes lay before him, and he had already transferred to a sheet
of immaculate paper the delicate, finely-tinted disk. His back was turned
towards the door, but he recognised his wife without looking round.
'Excuse me for disturbing you,' she said.
'When I come to your room I always knock,' he answered, going on
with his work.
'I forgot; I had something else to think of. My cousin's dying.'
'Ah, I don't believe that,' said Osmond, looking at his drawing through
a magnifYing glass. 'He was dying when we married; he'll oudive us all.'
Isabel gave herself no time, no thought, to appreciate the careful
cynicism of this declaration; she simply went on quickly, full of her own
intention. 'My aunt has telegraphed for me; I must go to Gardencourt.'
'Why must you go to Gardencourt?' Osmond asked in the tone of
impartial curiosity.
'To see Ralph before he dies.'
[pp. 534-5]
The passage presents Isabel coming to Osmond's study to tell him that
Ralph is dying. James's opposition is between the concerned manner of
Isabel and the ugly indifference of Osmond. Ralph is dying, and again
Isabel has to accept that life is not a romantic dream but full of pain
and suffering, and that demands are always being made on the feelings.
On the feelings, that is, of everybody except Osmond, who refuses to
show any interest or to offer his wife any expression of sympathy. His
refusal to accept that Ralph is dying is interesting: he is happy to relate
to a dead art object, the antique coin, but a real death is too painful to
contemplate, so he simply denies it. And this idea of how he locks
himself into a safe and unreal world is also present in the motif of the
door. Osmond locks himself away in seclusion, but feelings, the sort of
feelings being experienced by Isabel, demand that private doors some-
times be thrown open. Obviously this is a scene which could well be
employed in a discussion of characters in the novel: it is sad and
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novels, you can decide for yourself whether you wish to confront or
not. But there are other novels where questions of the author's artifice
do seem an unavoidable issue, and it is to such novels that I turn in the
next chapter.