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A native of Poland,
Joseph Conrad
(1857-1924) spent his youth at sea, and although relatively ignorant of the English language until the age of twenty, he ultimately became one of the greatest of English novelists and stylists. At the age of thirty-two, he decided to try his hand at writing, left the sea, married, and became the father of two sons. Although his work won the admiration of critics, sales were small, and debts and poor health plagued Conrad for many years. He was a nervous, introverted, gloomy man for whom writing was an agony, but he was rich in friends who appreciated his genius, among them Henry James, Stephen Crane, and Ford Madox Ford. Among his best-known works are
Almayer's Folly
(1895),
The Nigger of the ââNarcissus''
(1897),
Lord Jim
(1900),
Heart of Darkness
(1902),
The Secret Agent
(1907),
Chance
(1913), and
Victory
(1915).
Joyce Carol Oates
is the author of numerous novels, as well as collections of stories, poetry, and plays. The Roger S. Berlind Distinguished Professor in the Humanities at Princeton University, she is the recipient of numerous literary awards, including the National Book Award, the PEN-Bernard Malamud Award for the short story, and the Prix Femina.
Vince Passaro
is the author of
Violence, Nudity, Adult Content: A Novel,
as well as criticism, essays, and short fiction that have appeared in many national magazines, including
Harper's
,
Esquire
,
GQ
,
Elle
,
O The Oprah Magazine
,
The New York Times Sunday Magazine
,
Story
,
Open City
,
Salon.com
, and others. Both his fiction and essays have been widely anthologized, and he has taught literature and creative writing at New York University and Columbia University.
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Introduction
My task which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word, to make you hear, to make you feelâit is, before all, to make you
see.
âJoseph Conrad, Preface,
The Nigger of the ââNarcissus,''
1897
Like those other masterworks of the English fin de siècle, Robert Louis Stevenson's
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
(1886), Oscar Wilde's
The Picture of Dorian Gray
(1890-91), and Henry James's
The Turn of the Screw
(1898), to which it bears a subtle thematic kinship, Joseph Conrad's ââHeart of Darkness'' (1902) is a work of the imagination that has transcended its late-Victorian era to acquire the stature, with the passing of time, of one of the great visionary self-examinations of Western civilization. Based, like most of Conrad's fiction, upon personal experience, ââHeart of Darkness'' is a rare Symbolist work with roots in historic authenticity; its theme is nothing less than the acknowledgment of a tragic darknessâthe ethic of the ââbrute''âin the heart of late-nineteenth-century Christian-capitalist Europe. Out of his outraged witnessing of what he called ââthe vilest scramble for loot that ever disfigured the history of human consciousness''âthe plunder of Africa by EuropeâConrad created a universal parable of man's fallen nature in the guise of an adventure/mystery tale.
In
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde,
Robert Louis Stevenson created a vivid, iconic metaphor for civilized man's divided nature: there is the ââgood'' if passionless Dr. Jekyll, and there is his suppressed brother self, the stunted, impassioned, ââevil'' Hyde who dwells within Jekyll and can be releasedâfatallyâby a magic elixir. In Oscar Wilde's
The Picture of Dorian Gray,
the seductively beautiful young Dorian commits sins against humanity that are engraved, not on his unblemished, never-aging face, but on the face of his portrait, which has been hidden away: what more striking metaphor for the hypocritical nature of privileged Caucasian bourgeois society? In Henry James's enigmatic
The Turn of the Screw,
that most elegantly constructed of ghost stories, the reader is confronted by a seemingly good Christian governess who may herself be the catalyst of the destruction of her young charges: Does this zealous, well-intentioned young woman discover perversity and evil surrounding her, or is she luridly imagining it? Joseph Conrad's ââHeart of Darkness,'' though elaborately composed of oscillating images of light and dark, order and chaos, is by far the most realistic of these unusual works of fiction; yet here, too, is a powerful mythic portrait of a ââgood'' man, Kurtz (the chief of the inner station of the trading company, ââan emissary of pity, and science, and progress, and devil knows what else''), who is simultaneously an ââevil'' man (a vicious, unscrupulous trader in ivory who ends up tyrannizing African natives, his jungle sanctuary surrounded by the grisly emblems of his madness, the decapitated heads of native ââenemies''). Kurtz, whom Marlow had sought avidly, risking his own life in a treacherous and foolhardy adventure that comes close to destroying him, is both Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde; the elixir that fatally releases his primitive, evil self is simply distance from home, the freedom of a white man's power over those whom he considers his racial ââinferiors,'' whose influence over him is subliminal and unacknowledged:
I tried to break the spell [Marlow says]âthe heavy, mute spell of the wildernessâthat seemed to draw him to its pitiless breast by the awakening of forgotten and brutal instincts, by the memory of gratified and monstrous passions. This alone, I was convinced, had driven him out to the edge of the forest, to the bush, towards the gleam of fires, the throb of drums, the drone of weird incantations. . . . There was nothing either above or below him, and I knew it. He had kicked himself loose of the earth. . . . [H]is soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself, and, by heavens! I tell you, it had gone mad.
It is Marlow's compelling argument, and through Marlow, Conrad's, that the mind of man is capable of anything ââbecause everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future.'' Marlow's (and Conrad's) journey up the Congo is, in one sense, a journey back into time: beginning with Marlow's apprehension that England, too, was once ââone of the dark places of the earth'' and moving to a consideration of the ââfascination of the abomination''âthe fascination of civilized man for his primitive, atavistic roots. What romance there is in Conrad's prose, in his celebration of such truths: ââThe voice of the surf heard now and then was a positive pleasure, like the speech of a brother.'' And in the memorable passage in which Marlow describes his excitement at setting out, at last, to meet the mysterious chief of the inner station, Kurtz:
Going up that river was like travelling back to the earliest beginnings of the world, when vegetation rioted on the earth and the big trees were kings. An empty stream, a great silence, an impenetrable forest. The air was warm, thick, heavy, sluggish. There was no joy in the brilliance of sunshine. . . . [Y]ou lost your way on that river as you would in a desert . . . till you thought yourself bewitched and cut off for ever from everything you had known onceâsomewhereâfar awayâin another existence perhaps.
The anxieties aroused by Charles Darwin's controversial, bitterly contested theory of evolution by way of natural selection, first promulgated in
Origin of Species
(1859) and subsequently in
The Descent of Man
(1871) are given tragic dramatic form in the tale of Kurtz's deterioration in the jungle, the much-acclaimed Kurtz of whom it is said by Marlow that ââall of Europe had gone into [his] making.'' Conrad's irony is a constant throughout the narrative, like a haunting vibration beyond the sounds of words normally uttered. And what intransigent irony in Kurtz's final words, as if Shakespeare's unregenerate Edmund, or Iago, and not Lear or Othello, were the touchstones of moral truth. Dying of fever in the jungle, as Marlow nearly dies, Kurtz's famous pronouncement of his own spiritual conditionâ ââThe horror! The horror!''âis a judgment upon man's universal propensity for evil. What is this mysterious kinship that Marlow feels with the doomed man, whom he has traveled hundreds of miles to meet, only to discover him moribund, hideous? ââIt was as if an animated image of death carved out of old ivory had been shaking its hand with menaces at a motionless crowd of men made of dark and glittering bronze.'' (Compare Marlow's subterranean connection with Kurtz to the idealized and romanticized connection between the immature young captain of ââThe Secret Sharer'' and his double, the fugitive Leggatt.) Yet, in his symbolic role as chief of the coveted inner station, Kurtz is indeed, as Marlow claims, a remarkable man:
[H]is stare . . . was wide enough to embrace the whole universe, piercing enough to penetrate all the hearts that beat in the darkness. He had summed upâhe had judged. ââThe horror!'' . . . It was an affirmation, a moral victory paid for by innumerable defeats, by abominable terrors, by abominable satisfactions. But it was a victory! That is why I have remained loyal to Kurtz to the last. . .