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   able, as Freud sees well enough, even though his perception of its
   caused the traumatic neurosis." The dream, that is, is the effort to
   critical importance is not sufficiently strong to make him revise his
   reconstruct the bad situation in order that the failure to meet it may
   earlier views of the nature and function of art. The idea is one which
   be recouped; in these dreams there is no obscured intent to evade
   stands beside Aristotle's notion of the catharsis, in part to supbut only an attempt to meet the situation, to make a new effort of plement, in part to modify it.
   control. And in the play of children it seems to be that "the child
   Freud has come upon certain facts which are not to be reconciled
   repeats even the unpleasant experiences because through his own
   with his earlier theory of the dream. According to this theory, all
   activity he gains a far more thorough mastery of the strong im
   �reams, even the unpleasant ones, could be understood upon analypression than was possible by mere passive experience."
   Freud, at this point, can scarcely help being put in mind of tragic
   �is to have �he intention of fulfilling the dreamer's wishes. They are
   m the service of what Freud calls the pleasure principle, which is
   drama; nevertheless, he does not wish to believe that this effort to
   opposed to the reality principle. It is, of course, this explanation of
   come to mental grips with a situation is involved in the attraction
   the dream which had so largely conditioned Freud's theory of art.
   of tragedy. He is, we might say, under the influence of the Aristo
   But now there is thrust upon him the necessity for reconsidering
   telian tragic theory which emphasizes a qualified hedonism through
   the theory of the dream, for it was found that in cases of war neurosuffering. But the pleasure involved in tragedy is perhaps an amsis-what we once called shellshock-the patient, with the utmost biguous one; and sometimes we must feel that the famous sense of
   cathartic resolution is perhaps the result of glossing over terror with
   �nguish, r�curred in his dreams to the very situation, distressing as
   It was, which had precipitated his neurosis. It seemed imp'ossible to
   beautiful language rather than an evacuation of it. And sometimes
   interpret these dreams by any assumption of a hedonistic intent.
   the terror even bursts through the language to stand stark and iso
   Nor did there seem to be the usual amount of distortion in them:
   lated from the play, as does Oedipus's sightless and bleeding face.
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   At any rate, the Aristotelian theory does not deny another function
   �e patient recurred to the terrible initiatory situation with great
   literalness. And the same pattern of psychic behavior could be obfor tragedy (and for comedy, too) which is suggested by Freud's served in the play of children; there were some games which, far
   theory of the traumatic neurosis-what might be called the mithfrom fulfilling wishes, seemed to concentrate upon the representaridatic function, by which tragedy is used as the homeopathic adtion of those aspects of the child's life which were most unpleasant ministration of pain to inure ourselves to the greater pain which life
   and threatening to his happiness.
   will force upon us. There is in the cathartic theory of tragedy, as it
   To explain such mental activities Freud evolved a theory for
   is usually understood, a conception of tragedy's function which is
   which he at first refused to claim much but to which, with the
   too negative and which inadequately suggests the sense of active
   years, he attached an increasing importance. He first makes the
   mastery which tragedy can give.
   assumption that there is indeed in the psychic life a repetition-com
   In the same essay in which he sets forth the conception of the
   pulsion which goes beyond the pleasure principle. Such a compulmind embracing its own pain for some vital purpose, Freud also sion cannot be meaningless, it must have an intent. And that intent,
   expresses a provisional assent to the idea ( earlier stated, as he re
   Freud comes to believe, is exactly and literally the developing of
   minds us, by Schopenhauer) that there is perhaps a human drive
   f ear. "Th ese d
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   e says, " are attempts at restoring control of
   which makes of death the final and desired goal. The death instinct
   the stimuli by developing apprehension, the pretermission of which
   is a conception that is rejected by many of even the most thorough-
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   going Freudian theorists ( as, in his last book, Freud mildly noted);
   agining for himself more in the way of pleasure and satisfaction
   the late Otto Fenichel in his authoritative work on the neurosis
   than he can possibly achieve. Everything that he gains he pays for
   argues cogently against it. Yet even if we reject the theory as not
   in more than equal coin; compromise and the compounding with
   fitting the facts in any operatively useful way, we still cannot miss
   defeat constitute his best way of getting through the world. His
   its grandeur, its ultimate tragic courage in acquiescence to fate. The
   best qualities are the result of a struggle whose outcome is tragic.
   idea of the reality principle and the idea of the death instinct form
   Yet he is a creature of love; it is Freud's sharpest criticism of the
   the crown of Freud's broader speculation on the life of man. Their
   Adlerian psychology that to aggression it gives everything and to
   quality of grim poetry is characteristic of Freud's system and the
   love nothing at all.
   ideas it generates for him.
   One is always aware in reading Freud how little cynicism there
   And as much as anything else that Freud gives to literature, this
   is in his thought. His desire for man is only that he should be
   quality of his thought is important. Although the artist is never
   human, and to this end his science is devoted. No view of life to
   finally determined in his work by the intellectual systems about
   which the artist responds can insure the quality of his work, but
   him, he cannot avoid their influence; and it can be said of various
   the poetic qualities of Freud's own principles, which are so clearly
   competing systems that some hold more promise for the artist than
   in the line of the classic tragic realism, suggest that this is a view
   others. When, for example, we think of the simple humanitarian
   which does not narrow and simplify the human world for the artist
   optimism which, for two decades, has been so pervasive, we must
   but on t
he contrary opens and complicates it.
   see that not only has it been politically and philosophically inadequate, but also that it implies, by the smallness of its view of the varieties of human possibility, a kind of check on the creative faculties. In Freud's view of life no such limitation is implied. To be sure, certain elements of his system seem hostile to the usual notions of man's dignity. Like every great critic of human natureand Freud is that-he finds in human pride the ultimate cause of human wretchedness, and he takes pleasure in knowing that his
   ideas stand with those of Copernicus and Darwin in making pride
   more difficult to maintain. Yet the Freudian man is, I venture to
   think, a creature of far more dignity and far more interest than the
   man which any other modern psychological system has been able to
   conceive. Despite popular belief to the contrary, man, as Freud conceives him, is not to be understood by any simple formula ( such as sex) but is rather an inextricable tangle of culture and biology. And
   not being simple, he is not simply good; he has, as Freud says somewhere, a kind of hell within him from which rise everlastingly the impulses which threaten his civilization. He has the faculty of im-
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   are most likely to make an immediate appeal to the reader of today.
   That they should not have delighted their contemporary public, but
   on the contrary should have turned it against James, makes a lively
   The Princess Casamassima
   problem in the history of taste.1
   In the masterpieces of his late years James became a difficult
   writer. This is the fact and nothing is gained for James by denying
   it. He himself knew that these late works were difficult; he wished
   them to be dealt with as if they were difficult. When a young man
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   from Texas-it was Mr. Stark Young-inquired indirectly of James
   how he should go about reading his novels, James did not feel that
   N 1888, on the second of January, which in any year is likely
   this diffidence was provincial but happily drew up lists which would
   to be a sad day, Henry James wrote to his friend William
   lead the admirable young man from the easy to the hard. But the
   Dean Howells that his reputation had been dreadfully injured
   hostility with which The Bostonians and The Princess Casamassima
   by his last two novels. The desire for his productions, he said, had
   were received cannot be explained by any difficulty either of manbeen reduced to zero, editors no longer asked for his work, they ner or intention, for in these books there is none. The prose, aleven seemed ashamed to publish the stories they had already bought.
   though personally characteristic, is perfectly in the tradition of the
   But James was never without courage. "However, I don't despair,"
   nineteenth-century novel. It is warm, fluent, and on the whole
   he wrote, "for I think I am now really in better form than I ever
   rather less elaborate and virtuose than Dickens' prose. The motives
   have been in my life and I propose yet to do many things." And
   of the characters are clear and direct-certainly they are far from
   then, no doubt with the irony all writers use when they dare to
   the elaborate punctilio of the late masterpieces. And the charge that
   speak of future recognition, but also, surely, with the necessary faith,
   is sometimes made against the later work, that it exists in a social
   he concludes the matter: "Very likely too, some day, all my buried
   vacuum, clearly does not pertain here. In these novels James is at
   prose will kick off its various tombstones at once."
   the point in his career at which society, in the largest and even the
   And so it happened. The "some day" has arrived and we have
   grossest sense, is offering itself to his mind with great force. He unbeen hearing the clatter of marble as James's buried prose kicks off derstands society as crowds and police, as a field of justice and
   its monuments in a general resurrection. On all sides James is beinjustice, reform and revolution. The social texture of his work ing given the serious and joyous interest he longed for in his lifeis grainy and knotted with practicality and detail. And more: his time.
   One element of our interest must be the question of how some
   1 Whoever wishes to know what the courage of the artist must sometimes be
   of J ames's prose ever came to be buried at all. It is not hard to uncould do no better than to read the British reviews of The Bostonians and The
   derstand why certain of James's books did not catch the contem
   Princess Casamassima. In a single year James brought out two major works; he
   thought they were his best to date and expected great things of them; he was told by
   porary fancy. But the two books on which James placed the blame
   the reviewers that they were not really novels at all; he was scorned and sneered at
   for his diminishing popularity were
   and condescended to and dismissed. In adjacent columns the ephemeral novels of
   The Bostonians and The Prin
   the day were treated with gentle respect. The American press rivaled the British in
   cess Casamassima, and of all James's novels these are the two which
   the vehemence with which it condemned The Bostonians, but it was more tolerant
   of The Princess Casamassima.
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   social observation is of a kind that we must find startlingly prescient
   is passing over into rottenness, that the peculiarly beautiful light it
   when we consider that it was made some sixty years ago.
   gives forth is in part the reflection of a glorious past and in part
   It is just this prescience, of course, that explains the resistance of
   the phosphorescence of a present decay, that it may meet its end
   James's contemporaries. What James saw he saw truly, but it was
   by violence and that this is not wholly unjust, although never benot what the readers of his time were themselves equipped to see.
   fore has the old sinful continent made so proud and pathetic an
   That we now are able to share his vision required the passage of
   assault upon our affections.
   six decades and the events which brought them to climax. Henry
   James in the eighties understood what we have painfully learned
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   from our grim glossary of wars and concentration camps, after having seen the state and human nature laid open to our horrified in
   The Princess Casamassima belongs to a great line of novels which
   spection. "But I have the imagination of disaster-and see life as
   runs through the nineteenth century as, one might say, the very
   ferocious and sinister": James wrote this to A. C. Benson in 1896,
   backbone of its fiction. These novels, which are defined as a group
   and what so bland a young man as Benson made of the statement,
   by the character and circumstance of their heroes, include Stendhal's
r />   what anyone then was likely to make of it, is hard to guess. But
   The Red and the Black, Balzac's Pere Goriot and Lost Illusions,
   nowadays we know that such an imagination is one of the keys to
   Dickens' Great Expectations, Flaubert's Sentimental Education;
   truth.
   only a very slight extension of the definition is needed to allow the
   It was, then, "the imagination of disaster" that cut James off
   inclusion of Tolstoi's War and Peace and Dostoevski's The Idiot.
   from his contemporaries and it is what recommends him to us now.
   The defining hero may be known as the Young Man from the
   We know something about the profound disturbance of the sexual
   Provinces. He need not come from the provinces in literal fact, his
   life which seems to go along with hypertrophy of the will and how
   social class may constitute his province. But a provincial birth and
   this excess of will seems to be a response to certain maladjustments
   rearing suggest the simplicity and the high hopes he begins within society and to direct itself back upon them; D. H. Lawrence he starts with a great demand upon life and a great wonder about
   taught us much about this, but Lawrence himself never attempted a
   its complexity and promise. He may be of good family but he must
   more daring conjunction of the sexual and the political life than
   be poor. He is intelligent, or at least aware, but not at all shrewd
   Henry James succeeds with in The Bostonians. We know much
   in worldly matters. He must have acquired a certain amount of
   about misery and downtroddenness and of what happens when
   education, should have learned something about life from books,
   strong and gifted personalities are put at a hopeless disadvantage,
   although not the truth.
   and about the possibilities of extreme violence, and about the sense
   The hero of The Princess Casamassima conforms very exactl.y to
   of guilt and unreality which may come to members of the upper
   type. The province from which Hyacinth Robinson comes is a city
   classes and the strange complex efforts they make to find innocence
   slum. "He sprang up at me out of the London pavement," says
   and reality, and about the conflict between the claims of art and of
   James in the preface to the novel in the New York Edition. In
   
 
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