This 1891 ‘novelette’ (so called by Wikipedia) is, despite one significant interesting development, rather held back by James’ inability to get out of his accustomed grooves in developing his setting, plot and characterization.
At first, I was quite anticipating a new setting, far from his dual fascinations with New England estates of the rich and the gardens and hotels of western Europe. This was based on the story’s title which I unfortunately discovered referred to the name of a ship rather than the South American grassland.
Also, I once again encountered almost exclusively members of the social elite, none of whom work for a living, all of whom are consumed with their own highly personal aspirations and all of whom cultivate a persona intensely obsessed with how they are seen by others. A mother complains to her son that his attentions to a young lady involve ‘the greatest thing, that he is making her immensely talked about.’ Social innuendo is all very well and good, but I honestly feel James gave it far too much importance.
Thirdly, the story focuses again on a young woman, who just happens to be quite pretty, who finds herself in somewhat precarious financial and marital straits and who cannot avoid, even though she seems to wish to do so (she regularly wears a veil which obscures her face) becoming the centre of interest on the ship during its trans-Atlantic voyage. The unnamed narrator observes that ‘for the rest of the voyage Grace Mavis would be the most visible thing on the ship; the figure that would count most in the composition of groups. She couldn’t help it, poor girl; nature had made her conspicuous – important, as the painters say.’ From The Portrait of a Lady through Madame de Mauves and the mother and her relation in The Aspern Letters and even including the governess in The Turn of the Screw, James could not seem to avoid making such a figure central to his stories.
Finally, there is a very significant and startling development in the plot which occurs within the last two or three pages of the overall fifty pages of the narrative. Dramatic flourishes are okay once and a while, but James seems to have taken an almost perverse delight in upsetting his readers with such sudden revelations. Even the last sentence of the story: ‘It was an odious moment’ cries out for some elucidation, which James again fails to provide, seemingly content as he was with a symbolic wave of his hand and an understated ‘So there!’ as he leaves the stage.
The only redeeming feature of the story I found to be the way in which the central relationship between Jasper and Mavis is analyzed by Mrs. Nettlepoint and the narrator. It is almost Conrad-like in its representation of the way in which people come to understand the actions and motives of others not by direct interaction or conversation with them, but rather by third-party gossip and speculation. This critical appreciation of the faulty basis of what many come to believe to be reality is as real as it is revealing.
Despite this engaging analysis, the story was stuck so deep in the accustomed ruts of his narrative technique as to be one of the most disappointingly predictable of all James’ stories I’ve read.
Only hesitatingly recommended.