I finished reading Goethe's The Tragedy of Faust, Part I (Anna Swanwick translation) yesterday. I am still in the middle of digesting the play and what I think, but decided that I should write down some general thoughts as they strike me. So if you are reading, please consider this review to be something akin to a free-association exercise in writing.
Henry Faust is an intellectual who is suffocating in the safety of his comfortable setting and accomplishments. Like an explorer or warrior he longs for something greater than himself. Please let me explain before judging this comment as being a bit trite. I can only write from within my own context of living as a middle-class American who is insulated from the kinds of dangers and deprivations that commonly affect people in other parts of the world - harrowing experiences that chisel the individual and impart a desperate striving and appreciation for life in its most basic elements. Experiences that do not always let individuals escape with life intact.
Consider the refugee, by way of example, who escapes his war-torn homeland with nothing but has gained a sense of genuine meaning about life. Comfort and shelter keeps us safe, but do not, as a general rule, allow for these kinds of experiences. They lead to a longing for something greater, higher. We deal with it by either succumbing to things that numb our minds and anesthetize - hedonism in its various forms - or by seeking out something greater or more profound: religion, beauty, knowledge, love, etc. Henry Faust, I believe, falls neatly into the latter category. He has sought out knowledge and become learned but found no escape therein. He is unsatisfied and longs for fulfillment. Unlike most, he looks not to heaven for consolation, but to hell. Enter Mephistopheles. A challenge is made, a deal struck, a soul sold - under contingency, of course.
Mephistopheles, or the devil, is still a created thing as he himself makes clear on different occasions. He is, therefore, bound to this world. His offerings to Faust are those already mentioned above, but offered, of course, with characteristically subtle deceit to make them more alluring. Faust is exposed to the true underworld where the devil remains supreme, but in a way that is still connected to the temporal realm. He finds love, thanks to the charms of Mephistopheles, in the arms of Gretchen, but with a high price attached. Worse than death, his beloved faces damnation because of his actions. The first trace of meaning comes to Faust then, not because of his new experiences, but by the unbearable burden of responsibility for the life and soul of an innocent human being whom he loves.
This, I find, is the ultimate lesson the tale in its first part has to offer. What a lesson indeed in a culture where more and more people are isolated in a one-on-one relationship with their phones, computers and televisions absent genuine human contact and interaction. Perhaps the key to combating the record levels of depression, drug abuse, failing marriages and the like is to discover what Henry Faust did: true meaning cannot come without a genuine stake in the total welfare of another human being we truly love.
I have yet to read the second part of the tale. So my understanding of this play is somewhat limited. As to literary quality, I cannot comment. I am sure that it is great as everyone seems to agree, but I am unlearned in such things. I feel content that I can finally say, "Oh yes, I have read Goethe" and have some sort of basis for a discussion where his name comes up. Because, as we know, that happens all the time.