“The Liar”
The story begins interestingly, but as it unfolds, unfortunately it gets too slow, without movement, and even without the deepest insights, so present in other works of Henry James.
The central theme is the “lie”.
The narrative is about an artist painting portraits. He is invited to make a picture of an old man at his house. There he meets an old love, now married to that master's son. Her husband is an attractive, friendly person, but extremely lying. The girl knows how much the husband is compulsive in his lies, but he loves him above all else. And the artist gets lost in life and wants to understand all this, sentimentally and rationally, since he realizes that he still loves her.
James raises at the beginning of the narrative interesting questions about how we admire people, as in this dialogue:
"Do you think I appreciate people to the extent that they are false?
"I think we all do it until we find out," Lyon said.
Even more interesting is the judgment of a possible positivity of the "lie":
"He is a Platonic liar," Lyon said, saying to himself, "Do not lie in order to gain anything or to injure anyone." It is only a question of art for the sake of art. a clear inner vision of what should be, of what it should be, and work in good cause only in the substitution of tonality.It puts color where it should be.Isn't that what I do in my profession? "
In the unfolding of history, Lyon is changing of opinion in its contemplation of the lie. If at first he even finds some kind of poetics, he comes to understand that not always the justification of increasing a narrative does not really mean reinventing it.
Then he realizes that the act of lying can reach the sickly extremes of a complete fantasy, which even includes violence and an innocent accusation for a crime he has never committed.
All this by the simple maintenance of a false character of itself, that from so much lying, believes that the truth is the own lie.
And the other, an accomplice who sees the lies of his companion, justifies his complicity not because of his penance, but, believe it or not, for love.
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"The Turn of the Screw"
An incredible narrative that makes every chapter shiver and fills us with more doubts than answers.
A book that points out more suggestions than affirmations, providing the reader have their own reflections, criticisms, and conclusions.
The chapters are short, the narration is full of ambiguous dialogues that are beyond verbal language: they also exist in descriptions about emotions, features and expressions of the characters that sometimes explain more than even their speech.
A scream, a cry, an escape, a hysterical laugh - all are elements of language that Henry James uses in an exceptional way.
The ambiguity is so present in this script that we start to be in doubt about what and who is indeed real or not.
The suggestions also surround up to the age and sexual gender of the characters. And there is still a subliminal questioning: a relationship between morality, sex, perversion, anger, hatred, chastity and religiosity.
Some dialogues are entirely suggestive in this sense and it is as if the author actually places the reader as agent of the novel. Henry James does this in an absurdly creative and engaging way. In some excerpts, for example, it is common to read dialogues like "you already know"; or "do you really already know everything?" or "are you sure about this?"
And it is marvelous to see how these questions receive different responses not only from readers, but from cinematographic adaptations, as for example "The Innocents", which has the script signed by none other than Truman Capote and where there is an interesting Freudian conjecture in his interpretations. "The Others" with Nicole Kidman is another great and scary film based on this book.
This is a wonderful example of how literature opens the relations between the fictional characters, the author and the reader, bringing ambiguity to the experience of reading, imagination and reality.
And also a doubt: woww maybe I saw something in that hallway. Is the result of my imagination or some kind of ghost? : )