Halloween is always about exposing and exploiting the gap between the everyday and alternate reality. Here is a brief discussion, excerpted from my book on Poe, of that gap.
Poe
was interested in all human experiences that challenged or undermined the easy
assumption that everyday reality was the only reality worth attending to. Although some readers may think that this
preference for alternate realms of experience was part of his psychological
makeup, it is much more likely that it grew out of his acceptance of the German
romantic tradition of short fiction as a vehicle for presenting experiences
that break up the ordinary.
One
of the most common such "alternate" experiences, of course, one that
is accessible to every human being, is the experience of dream. However, Poe was not only interested in presenting
dreams as if they were reality, he was also interested, as was typical of the Blackwood fiction of the day, in
presenting experiences that were so extreme that they seemed to have the
nightmarish quality of dream. To present
dream as reality and reality as dream was, for Poe, to blur the lines between
the two forms of experience. It was to
give the human construct of a dream the hard feel of the external world and to
give the seemingly hard contours of the external world a sense of being a human
construct.
Two
of Poe's best-known stories which blur this dream/reality distinction are
"Descent into the Maelstrom" (May 1841) and "The Pit and the
Pendulum" (1842). Both present
characters placed in an extreme situation; however, the situations differ in a
crucial way. In the first the extreme
situation is a natural phenomenon, in spite of the fact that by its extremity
it seems unnatural. It is a favorite Poe technique to create the extreme
situation by pushing the ordinary situation to extraordinary lengths, to
suggest the supernatural by pushing the natural to extremes.
In the second story, the ontological status of
the situation is ambiguous, for although
the character knows physically where he is, he does not know psychically
what state he is in. The stories also
differ in terms of what motivates the extreme state. In "A Descent into the Maelstrom,"
Poe devotes most of the story to setting up the situation, normalizing it,
locating it in space; once the situation is established the story is almost
over. In "The Pit and the
Pendulum," how the character got to his present situation is left vague; a
great deal of the story is spent considering whether he is in is a dream or a
waking state. However, the means by
which the two characters cope with their situations is similar; both make use
of careful and lucid observation to try to escape their fate.
"Descent
into the Maelstrom" begins in the typical Blackwood magazine manner by presenting a character who has
undergone an "event" which has never happened to a human being before
and who needs, like Coleridge's Ancient Mariner, to tell about it. Moreover, Poe follows the device common to
romantic dramatic lyric poetry of having the narrator tell the story while
located the self at that point where the events of the story took place,
informing his wedding-guest-like auditor: "I have brought you here that
you might have the best possible view of the scene of that event I
mentioned--and to tell you the whole story with the spot just under your
eye."
However,
the teller also makes use of the eighteenth-century technique of
verisimilitude, using a "particularizing manner" to give precise details of the physical phenomenon he
is describing. The listener adds to this
particularizing technique of authenticating the event by quoting from written
sources such as Rasmus and the Encyclopedia
Britannica, but asserts that no matter how "circumstantial" or
detailed the descriptions are, they fall short of conveying the horror, the
magnificence, or the "sense of the novel"
which the scene of the whirlpool elicits, noting, however, that he is not sure
from what "point of view" previous commentators viewed the
whirlpool. It is this notion of point of
view that motivates the story, for, as the teller has said at the beginning, no
one has had the viewpoint he has had--the typical romantic perspective from
within rather than from without.
The
storyteller presents himself as an inadequate teller, for he often claims the
inability of his words to capture the event; he says it is "folly to
attempt describing" the hurricane which hits, and when he knows he is
close to the whirlpool, he says, "no one will know what my feelings were
at that moment." However, if his
feelings of horror are indescribable, his feelings when he loses his sense of
horror are calm and logical. Indeed,
when he makes up his mind to hope no more, he becomes composed and begins to
reflect on how magnificent it would be to die in this manifestation of God's
power:
I
became possessed with the keenest curiosity about the while itself. I positively felt a wish to explore its depths, even at the sacrifice I was going to
make, and my principle grief was that I should never be able to tell my old
companions on shore about the mysteries I should see.
It is
precisely this obsession to observe, an obsession that Dupin experiences also,
which saves the narrator. The nearer he
comes to the bottom of the whirlpool, the keener grows what he calls his
"unnatural curiosity." It is a
combination of memory and observation of the geometric shapes which are less
apt to be drawn down in the whirlpool that marks the means of his escape. Lashing himself to a cylinder-shaped barrel,
he throws himself off the fishing boat into the whirlpool and hovers half-way
between the top and the bottom, between chaos below and salvation above, until
the whirlpool--which is, after all, limited in time, subsides. At this point, the teller ends his tale
by moving from the past to the
present-tense, reflecting on the tale itself:
As it is myself who now tell you
this tale--as you see that I did escape--and as you are already in
possession of the mode in which this escape was effected, and must therefore
anticipate all that I have farther to say--I will bring my story quickly to
conclusion.
And
indeed, he does; however, he has been transformed by the experience from
participant to manipulator of his own discourse, for he says his companions on
shore "knew me no more than they would have known a traveller from the
spirit-land."
"The
Pit and the Pendulum" is much more ambiguous about the epistemological or
ontological state of the extreme situation than "A Descent into the
Maelstrom." Although the entire
story takes place inside a prison cell into which the narrator of the story,
and indeed the story's only visible character, has been thrown, the story does
not indicate what the nameless narrator has done to deserve the tortures he
endures in the pit, nor does it deal with any of the religious or social
implications of the Inquisition responsible for his imprisonment. It simply recounts, in excruciatingly exact
detail, the step-by-step means by which the torturers try to break the
protagonist's spirit and his own methodical attempts to escape each new horror
that they put in his path.
Although
"The Pit and the Pendulum" only focuses on one character, the reader
actually discovers very little about him.
We do not know his name, what he has done, whether he is guilty, whether
he is a criminal, what he misses about life in the everyday world--in short, we
know none of those things about the character that we might expect to learn if
this were a novel in which a man spends several years in prison. Although such a lack of knowledge would make
readers quickly lose interest if they were reading a novel, it is indeed all
that it is necessary to know to become involved with Poe's short story. For this is not a realistic story of an
individual human character caught in an unjust social system, but rather a
nightmarish, symbolic story about every person's worst nightmare and an
allegory of the most basic human situation and dilemma.
The
story is a Poe paradigm. Focusing on a
character under sentence of death and aware of it, it moves the character into
a concrete dilemma which seems to "stand for" a metaphysical
situation in an ambiguous way that suggests its "dreamy,"
"indeterminate" nature. In
this story we find the most explicit statement in Poe's fiction of his sense of
the blurry line between dream and reality.
The narrator considers that although when we awake even from the
soundest sleep, "we break the gossamer web of some dream," the web is so flimsy that a second later we
forget we have dreamed at all. However,
sometimes, perhaps much later, memories of the details of the dream come back
and we do not know where they have come from.
This sense of having a memory of that which did not in fact occur is
central to the story's ambiguity, for as the narrator tries to remember his
experience, it is not clear whether the memory is of a real event or a dream
event that has been forgotten.
He
does not know in what state he is; the only thing he does know is that he is
not dead, for he says "Such a supposition, notwithstanding what we read in
fiction, is altogether inconsistent with real existence;--but where and in what
state was I?" The narrator's task
is simply to save himself, but in order to survive he must know where he is,
and the first crucial task he undertakes is to try to orient himself. However, his efforts are complicated by his
moving back and forth between sleep and waking; each time he falls asleep, he
must reorient himself all over again.
This explains why even after trying to demarcate his position, he awakes
and, instead of going on forward, retraces his steps and thus overestimates the
size of his cell.
Like
the protagonist in "A Descent into the Maelstrom," he is preoccupied
with curiosity about the mere physical nature of his surroundings, taking a
"wild interest in trifles."
However, in spite of his deliberative efforts, it is the accident of
tripping that saves him from the pit the first time. Waking from another interlude of sleep, he is
bound down, and this time above him is a picture of time, synonymous with
death, carrying not the image of a scythe, but rather an actual pendulum which
sweeps back and forth. In this
situation, surrounded by the repulsive rats, with the scythe of time and thus
death over his head, he again moves back and forth between the states of
sensibility and insensibility.
This
pattern of moving in and out of consciousness is much like the pattern in
"Ligeia" and is typical of Poe, for in such an alternating state,
consciousness has some of the characteristics of unconsciousness and vice
versa; one state is imbued with the qualities of the other state. As a result, Poe's stories are neither solely
like the consciousness of realism, nor the projective unconsciousness of
romance. As the narrator totters on the
brink of the pit, the walls rush back and an outstretched arm catches him as he
falls. The ending is not an ending at
all, but rather the beginning of waking life, the movement from the gossamer
dream or nightmare which constitutes the story itself.
2 comments:
A wonderful analysis. I never realized until now how thematically similar both stories are to one another. I always found the happy ending of the Pit and the Pendulum, with the narrator rescued by General Lasalle, more than a touch ironic, maybe something that Poe's readers in his own day would have caught better than we would now since the French revolution and Reign of Terror would not have been that long ago in their minds. The narrator is saved from the horror of the pendulum by someone whose country would eventually introduce the guillotine.
I have long thought that the Pit and the Pendulum is an excellent metaphor for Poe's literary reputation, where General Lasalle is Charles Baudelaire whose strong writing arm saved Poe from being relegated to a literary status far below his actual merit. Instead of being a minor master of American literature, perhaps even considered as a master of a mere genre, Poe is, largely thanks to Baudelaire and his influence, read as a grand master of world literature. Going a bit farther I would even say that the Pit's narrator is like many another of Poe's characters, a literary form of Poe himself, and the Pit, like Usher's House, is the inside of a short story explored by a lucid narrator who is nevertheless completely caught up in the machinery of the text's plot. That was perhaps Poe's situation in life, caught up in the perfection of the Universe as God's plot, but even though unable to change his role, remaining lucidly aware of it. Thus it is figuratively Poe himself that the French General Lasalle saves just as it is literally Poe himself that the Frenchman Baudelaire saves.
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