'I beg the reader not to go in search of messages. It is a term that I detest because it distresses me greatly, for it forces on me clothes that are not mine, which in fact belong to a human type that I distrust, the prophet'
If any of you read an earlier review I wrote of a memoir of Levi which I read a few months ago you perhaps will be sniggering into your literary hands at this point. This sentiment Levi wrote in the first entry in this collection of stories, reflections and essays on various aspects of modern life, literary and, for want of a better word, secular and it pulled me up short as I think I have a tendency to perhaps look to him in exactly that way. Nevertheless, taking on board his stipulation to not set him up in borrowed clothes, I still found him an impressive and enthralling writer.
His love and recognition of the importance of friends and relationships trickles through everything he writes and in one poem he captured it with a lovely image
'Before the wax hardened,
when each of us was like a seal.
Each of us carries the imprint
Of the friend met along the way'
Some of the stories are rather hard going and dense but worth the effort for little thoughts and challenges they give but some were really insightful. The title story 'The Mirror Maker' is a clever short story in which the mirrors of this artisan, when placed on the forehead of another person, reveals to the one who looks into the mirror the way in which they are seen by the other. It is an ingenious little reflection on the way we are seen or indeed see ourselves, the truth we hide from or seek to embroider.
However it was the essays i found interesting. They cover the twenty years or so that he was contributing articles to 'La Stampa' and they touch on all sorts of interests some of which have passed out of relevance but some, with a small amount of tweaking, still speak quite clearly and yes Primo I am sorry but in my opinion quite prophetically if what we mean by that is helping us to interpret the present.
Just one which i found fascinating was the article he wrote on rhyming poetry. He defended and indeed championed the art of rhyme and in his hands the arguments made a lot of sense.
One of the things he points out is that the poet tends to violate the norm;
'at times he transgresses due to incompetence, at other times becasue he feels it is too narrow for him, at still others due to a conscious will to violate it'.
The true poet, he claims, feels the drive to become a violater because 'poetry is intrinsic violence done to everyday language'. From this position though he moves swiftly to say that with the abolition of rhyme the power and wonder of the poetic vocation is, to an extent, lost.
'This apparent freedom has flung open the doors to the army of born poets; and as said before, all of us are born poets (in the sense that we are all potentially innovators and inventers of word and concept)...it is a harmful phenomenon because it threatens to distract attention from the authentic new voices that certainly exist scattered among this crowd'.
This could smack of some horrendous elitism but I do not think Levi is meaning this. He recognizes the right of everyone to express but his point is the poetic vocation and work is one which does need to involve effort. Inspiration is one thing but moulding and enlivening that inspiration is quite another. I read elsewhere how Levi saw the vocation of the writer was to elucidate and help enlighten not to obscure and obfuscate. The scientist in him presumably saw the importance of this clarity of thought and expression and although i would not necessarily wholeheatedly embrace his theory because, as they say, some of my best friends are non-rhyming poets, still his underlying point, his underlying cri de coeur for clarity and sense seems to be perfectly reasonable.
Another of his points in this interesting essay was seemingly in contradiction where he says, in defending rhyme, it stretches thought and sense.
'Anyone who sets out to compose in rhyme imposes on himself a limitation, which, however, is rewarding. He is committed to ending a verse not with the word dictated by discursive logic but with another, stranger word. And so he is compelled to deviate, to leave the path that is easier because it is predicatble. The restriction of rhyme obliges the poet to resort to the unpredictable'
Anyway, though i did not wholly agree with his argument it was a fascinating essay and made me think and that, obviously, is why we read after all.
Reading this collection was very enjoyable and i have no doubt other readers would choose different essays which might better express their reason for enjoying the book but it was well worth the look.
On the front cover of my copy Claire Tomalin is quoted as saying
'To be welcomed and savoured'. Yep, i could go with that.