Woolrich’s “Waltz into Darkness” was made into movies as “Mississippi Mermaid” (1968), directed by Francois Truffautand starring Catherine Deneuve as Julia) and in 2001 as “Original Sin” with Antonio Banderas and Angelina Jolie. He originally published it under his William Irish psuedonym in 1947. It is a novel of seduction and obsession set in 1880’s New Orleans.
The lead character is one Louis Durand, a well-to-do man, who, like so many do on the internet today, took in a mail-order bride, one Julia Russell. Fifteen years earlier, Durand was set to be wed, and he recalls that he had “stars in his eyes, flowers in his hand,” and saw the door “swing slowly open and two men come out, bearing something dead on a covered litter.” It was yellow fever and it not only killed Marguerite, but killed much of what lay inside Durand. Fifteen years later, he is wealthy, but 37 now, and is now ready to make a “bargain” “with love, taking what he could get, in sudden desperate haste, for fear of getting nothing at all, of having waited too long, after waiting fifteen years, steadfastly turning his back on it.”
As the novel opens, “[t]he sun was bright, the sky was blue, the time was May; New Orleans was heaven, and heaven must have been only another New Orleans, it couldn’t have been better.” He has never met Julia, but he is so anxious to be married that he has great new house prepared for her. He is so excited. But, as he waits for her to disembark from the river boat, he starts getting a few hints that things are off. He doesn’t see her come down the gangplank and she doesn’t look like her photograph. But, perhaps that is okay, because she looks so much better, so much younger, so much prettier. ”Her face held an exquisite beauty he had never before seen, the beauty of porcelain, but without its cold stillness, and a crumpled rose petal of a mouth.” When they marry immediately, she tells him it is a “waltz for life” and a “waltz with wings. A waltz never ending. A waltz in sunlight, a waltz in sunlight, a waltz in azure, in gold — and in spotless white.” She was “An angel leaving the earthly plane.”
But this is Cornell Woolrich writing and the reader knows that it will not be a rose garden, but as the title conveys a waltz into darkness. The mysteries about Julia continue to mount, including her penchant for smoking cigars and sitting with her legs crossed like a man, but Durand is mesmerized by her beauty and thinks the honeymoon will last forever. It lasts just long enough for her name to be added to his bank accounts and for her to suddenly disappear with his fortune.
This is where the story really begins in earnest because Durant knows he has been taken and that he has been made a fool of. He is beside himself with grief and agony and, by George, he is going to track down this woman if it is the last thing he does. ”The town, the world, his mind, were hanging suspended in bottomless night.” We are told: “He was something motionless standing within a black-lined box. And if it breathed, that was a secret between God and itself. That, and the pain he felt in breathing, and a few other things.”
Love and despair has made Durant crazy, crazy enough to hire a private eye, and crazy enough to abandon his business interests and scour the entire South for a glimpse of this truly evil damsel who has swindled him and dashed all his dreams to nothing. And when he finds her, you know she will already have her sharp talons into another man. Durand suspects as much and you as the reader know that, despite the firearm he carries as he searches, he will never be able to kill her. Rather, he is finds he is eternally under her twisted spell, willing to believe whatever fabrications she invents, willing to do everything imaginable and then some just to be with her.
Woolrich is an expert at painting Durand’s desperation and his successive sinking into the depths of hell, one level at a time, led by an expert, until he finally realizes that there is no clawing his way back to heaven. Noir is what Woolrich does best and he takes the reader across the dance floor to sample the darkness from which there is no escape.