Myles Connolly was a Hollywood screen writer and producer and this work, published in 1951, he considered his greatest. He identified with his fictional Dan England and here writes a most troubling spiritual journey under the shadow of the noonday devil.
Many have said it’s a story of redemption but I don’t see it that way. I feel it’s a story of “almost” but not quite. A startling wake up call or spiritual reflection. I think most of us think we’re doing a pretty good job. Dan England was awake enough to know he was falling short. Now perhaps I’m the one who’s projecting.
Dan England, the man who fell short of his capability. The man who was always a little too preoccupied with food, drink, and fun to finish his masterpiece. Dan England was a writer who failed to write much of true significance (to him)- he wrote what people would buy, but he had a deep recognition of the mystery and beauty of God. He had an idea though for a best seller, he talked about it with his many friends who he was always entertaining. He went to daily Mass and felt that he fell so short of what he could do, he felt only martyrdom would get him to heaven. I started to feel a little bit uneasy at the similarities between me and him. Then- the opportunity presents itself. He meets a man who will die when he returns to his country because he is a known Christian. Return to his country he must however even though he could “get out of it” (the return). He invited England to go with him and- England refuses. He returns to his life as he sees it, of pathetic cowardice.
Now the noonday devil is the enemy of the soul. It gets its name from the noon day lazys that strike most of us- we nap the day away. The noonday devil acts the same way spiritually- distracting us and numbing us from spiritual growth.
What is interesting about Dan England’s case is that though he didn’t do what he thought he ought, nor did he embark on the opportunity for almost certain martyrdom. An event occurred to him in which he responded with heroic virtue. A horrible, hurtful event in which all could see that while Dan England was whiling away his time, he was in a constant state of devotion to God he just couldn’t get down to the real work. He nevertheless could see Truth and he loved it and actually lived it. Dan couldn’t see what was happening but by his own negligence and through his weakness (not attending to his greatest work) he was brought to a moment in which he responded with true true true humility that allowed him to display- I won’t tell you.
Dan England and the Noonday Devil
Myles Connolly
An American writer published 1951
Myles Connolly was a Hollywood screen writer and producer and this work he considered his greatest. He identified with his fictional Dan England and here writes a most troubling spiritual journey under the shadow of the noonday devil.
Many have said it’s a story of redemption but I don’t see it that way. I feel it’s a story of “almost” but not quite. A startling wake up call or spiritual reflection. I think most of us think we’re doing a pretty good job. Dan England was awake enough to know he was falling short.
Dan England, the man who fell short of his capability. The man who was always a little too preoccupied with food, drink, and fun to finish his masterpiece. Dan England was a writer who failed to write much of true significance (to him)- he wrote what people would buy, but he had a deep recognition of the mystery and beauty of God. He had an idea though, he talked about it with all of his many friends who he was always entertaining. He went to daily Mass and felt that he fell so short of what he could do he felt only martyrdom would get him to heaven. I started to feel a little bit uneasy at the similarities between me and him. Then- the opportunity presents itself. He meets a man who will die when he returns to his country because he is a known Christian. Return to his country he must however even though he could “get out of it” (the return). He invited England to go with him and- he refuses. He returns to his life as he sees it, of pathetic cowardice.
Now the noonday devil is the enemy of the soul. It gets its name from the noon day lazys that strike us all- we nap the day away. The noonday devil acts the same way spiritually- distracting us and numbing us from spiritual growth.
What is interesting about Dan England’s case is that though he didn’t do what he thought he ought, nor did he embark on the opportunity for almost certain martyrdom. An event occurred to him in which he responded with heroic virtue. A horrible, hurtful event in which all could see that while Dan England was whiling away his time, he was in a constant state of devotion to God albeit tinged with his own weaknesses. He nevertheless could see Truth and he loved it and actually lived it. Dan couldn’t see what was happening but by his own negligence and through his weakness (not attending to his greatest work) he was brought to a moment in which he responded with true true true humility that allowed him to display- I won’t tell you.
Dan did not allow anyone to suffer but himself- the one who trespassed him did not even realize what Dan had given him. Dan amazed everyone who witnessed it- except the one who hurt him. And then- he, Dan England, disappears. I have been so perplexed by this, desperately trying to draw parallels to something that would give meaning to this. Was it because of pain? He loved through pain but didn’t remove the pain? Did he start a new life somewhere else? Did he die of heartbreak and never return home and never to be found? Why did he leave? Although his response was heroic- the disappearance must have highlighted the trespass among those affected. Was it this? Was it this falling short? Was he taken by the noonday devil? He lacked the courage and fortitude he never fostered and was unable to continue? Was this a story of heroic virtue? Or a warning to assume we are susceptible to folding like cheap lawn chairs when we while away our time. Is this a good warning to attend to ourselves- to wake up! Should we heed the words that many are called but few are chosen? The way is narrow and difficult and few find it? What makes us all think we are not on the broad road? Were Dan England’s internal alarm bells going off his whole life until he was “vandalized” by a friend? Maybe the biggest danger about the noon day devil is that he makes us forget we need to work out our faith in fear in trembling. In the end many will cry Lord, Lord! He will say “depart from me for I never knew you.” The scary thing about that is that those who cried out thought they were ok- maybe we all hope for mercy but why not hope to know the one who created your soul and desires your real, true love. Most of us truly love ourselves but not on purpose I bet. But that noon day devil lulls us away and we slumber those precious moments away.
I have decided that I hope Dan England went and found his friend who was risking his own neck for the faith. He said “wait! I’ve changed my mind- let me come with you and help you however I can.” After all the greatest hurt he endured by his friends and losing his most prized and un-utilized possession may have won him the crown of eternal life.
Connolly must have done this to the reader to make us come to a conclusion like this. He wanted to disturb us, to shake us awake.
Dan did not allow anyone to suffer but himself- the one who trespassed him did not even realize what Dan had given him or what he had done to Dan. Dan amazed everyone who witnessed it- except the one who hurt him. And then- he, Dan England, disappears.
I have been so perplexed by this, desperately trying to draw parallels to something that would give meaning to this. Was it because of pain? He loved through pain but didn’t remove the pain? Did he start a new life somewhere else? Did he die of heartbreak and never return home and never to be found? Why did he leave? Although his response was heroic- the disappearance must have highlighted the trespass among those affected. Was it this? Was it this falling short? Was he taken by the noonday devil? He lacked the courage and fortitude he never fostered and was unable to continue? Was this a story of heroic virtue? Or a warning to assume we are susceptible to folding like cheap lawn chairs when we while away our time. Is this a good warning to attend to ourselves- to wake up! Should we heed the words that many are called but few are chosen? The way is narrow and difficult and few find it? What makes us all think we are not on the broad road? Were Dan England’s internal alarm bells going off his whole life until he was “vandalized” by a friend? Maybe the biggest danger about the noon day devil is that he makes us forget we need to work out our faith with fear and trembling. In the end many will cry Lord, Lord! He will say “depart from me for I never knew you.” The scary thing about that is that those who cried out thought they were ok- maybe we all hope for mercy but why not hope to know the one who created your soul and desires your real, true love. Most of us truly attend to ourselves and our own desires with little regard to what God might desire of us. But that noon day devil lulls us away and we slumber those precious moments away.
I have decided that I hope Dan England went and found his friend who was risking his own neck for the faith. He found him at the airport or the pier- just in time and called out, “Wait! I’ve changed my mind- let me come with you.”
After all the greatest hurt he endured by his friends and losing his most prized and un-utilized possession may have won him the crown of eternal life.
Connolly must have done this to the reader to make us come to a conclusion like this. He wanted to disturb us, to shake us awake.