To be able to write a proper review of Parsifal, one would need to be more familiar with the Medieval Minnesänger culture. That would allow the reader to see the poems in the proper context. The thoughts that now arose in me while reading it don’t apply, as such, to the work itself but the world it describes with all these knights and maidens. The first thing that rubs me the wrong way is related to the character incoherence that was also apparent in Odysseus: the loyalty of the knights as Minne servants is praised, but the Minne of the previous maiden seems to be immediately forgotten as soon as another beauty enters the scene and offers her Minne. This applies, in particular, to Gadwan; Parzival himself is faithful to his wife, although the reader might not completely understand why Parzival stays away from her for years. The attraction of the Grail is a bit hard to grasp, and Wolfram doesn’t offer much of an explanation, only says that Parzival yearns for the Grail even more than for his wife. Umm, why? Despite this, Parzival is perhaps the most faithful man in the literature so far. If there is a better hubby somewhere before the 13th century, let me know.
Gawan, on the other hand, appears to fall in love uninhibitedly with a new stunner without a single thought for all the women already left waiting for him somewhere in the European countryside. Or perhaps it’s me who got it wrong: maybe becoming a Minne servant did not have faithfulness in the job description, maybe one could serve the Minne of several maidens at the same time, and keep collecting rewards from all of them, one after the other? Gawan did not, however, return to the previous maidens after he found a new ‘love’ (at least not during the book).
The most conspicuous feature of the people of Wolfram’s era was their amazing ability to incite themselves, almost at once and without much of grounds, to hatred and love. Gawan could lose his heart ‘for good’ (perhaps this was true for the last damsel) just by looking at a pretty face. The woman’s behaviour or character meant nothing. Wolfram seemed to see this as true love. Was he a very simple man, or completely ignorant when it came to women, or did he simply – for one reason or another – think that a beautiful face would guarantee a beautiful soul? Be that as it may, there’s no doubt about one thing: the last opinion became very popular after the publication of Parzival. Could be that most people thought like that even before Wolfram.
No less scary is a world where men start to hate each other in the blink of an eye, without any better reason than happening to face each other in full armour on a path in a forest and looking like they won’t give way without a tussle, like Wolfram’s ‘heroes’ constantly do. Maybe these types of mindless skirmishes between two strangers were common at the time, otherwise I doubt the sensitive singer Wolfram would have idolised them with such fervour. Was it only due to his custom to exaggerate when he used the word ‘hatred’ for the feeling evoked in these situations? No clue, but the heroes don’t get full points from me for behaving in such a ridiculous manner, starting to hate in an instant and, occasionally, stopping to hate (almost as fast) when they learn that they are brothers, for example.
Maybe this was all meant to maximise the drama. Maybe it never occurred to Wolfram that it might be more interesting to know how the knights and maidens behaved in reality.