Masterful writing! I've admired Bartleby for a while now, but rereading it this time around really changed and deepened my appreciation of it. Formerly, I was focused on the likeness to Kafka and the absurdism in the story. Absurdity to me has always been something that satirizes the ills of society not with reason but by a kind of metaphor. This time around, I actually saw the story as less absurd and I was struck by how strong the narrator works as a guide upon the reader. Rather than myself as Bartleby, stuck in an absurd dream, I felt myself as the narrator reasoning with Bartleby as the other, attempting to draw him out of his absurd circumstances. It's strange to me that I didn't see things this way before, but I'm glad to have read it again. Moreover, I enjoyed more of the themes this time around, including the narrator's vaguely Christian, moralizing attitude toward his fellow man (this really provides a compelling structure to the story beyond the average narration), the side characters acting as foils to Bartleby (hilarious), and the symbol of Bartleby as a dead letter (having worked at the dead letter office previous to being employed by the narrator).
Where formerly "I would prefer not to" was my favorite quote, this time around I also picked out a new favorite passage that comes fairly early in the story, maybe halfway, before Bartleby's complete rejection of labor. The narrator is reflecting on Bartleby's denial unto despondency and he says "just in proportion as the forlornness of Bartleby grew and grew to my imagination, did that same melancholy merge into fear, that pity into repulsion." This spoke to me as sublimely true about beholding the suffering of others, and Melville follows up saying that pity extends to a point, but it reaches a threshold and can't be sustained. However, the matter doesn't conclude with merely this cynical answer. He goes on to reflect that "they err who would assert...this is owing to...selfishness...it rather proceeds from a certain hopelessness of remedying excessive and organic ill...I might give alms to his body; but his body did his body did not pain him; it was his soul that suffered, and his soul I could not reach."
I think there are so many different interpretations that could come out of the enigmatic figure of Bartleby. Many lean toward his mental illness and depression and at one point toward the end, our narrator explains to the jailer that he is a bit deranged. But the manner in which Bartleby struggles in his soul is never confided to the reader. And I think that is the genius of the story, that the reader must supply that reason from their own understanding (or dare I say, soul; if the reasoning of the soul should operate differently than the reasoning of the mind). This passage though makes me think of Camus and existentialism, who has said he was inspired by the short story. And for me well it is an intriguing presentation of existential strife, but also there's something that I appreciate about his desire not to express himself. I've always valued the right to dissent. Where many grow frustrated with those who critique without providing an alternative, I find there is still some use in well-explained dissent and less use in dismissing it outright. I see Bartleby's “silence” as representative of a type of dissent. Or if not that, at the very least, it is the earnest urge not to express oneself, which amounts to the same thing. In proper society, I think it's very difficult to politely not express oneself, but I often find myself desirous of that very thing, despite having been taught-and perhaps in contradiction, having a second desire for expression-to cogently express myself. Of course, these are just general notions and context is often key when it comes to the intricacies of social graces, deranged or no. I don't think I have much difficulty in day to day interactions, or even anxiety, but Bartleby makes me think about the significance of non-expression. At any rate, Bartleby is a truly thought-provoking character and I will continue to contemplate preferring not to.
Oh and I should mention to that on briefly looking up the book I saw that it was inspired by philosophical tracts of the day that argued for a person's ability to act outside of their own determinism and, in the legal world, the extremely prominent “reasonable man” standard, having been established 3 years prior to the publishing of the story. The fact that it's set in a lawyer's office is no coincidence.
As for the other 3 stories in this collection, I was a little disappointed that there weren't more but I guess this is a smaller collection. I've seen others that include Billy Budd, which is more a novella, and several others but I'll just have to pick them up somewhere else. The Lightning Rod salesman was funny and I enjoyed the ironic responses of the main character. John Marr was okay, short and mostly somber thoughts of a sailor who's retired inland. Benito Cereno is twice as long as Bartleby and probably deserves as much commentary but I don't have a whole lot to say about it. I did enjoy it, the mystery of it, and the similarly strong narrative positioning of the main character. He, similar to the one in Bartleby, takes a very fine comb and generous mien to explaining the evidence of the mystery of the Spanish ship. It seemed to me to be mostly about our narrator's perspective, the racial preconceptions and assumptions of the period, and the way a given circumstance or behavior can be explained in different ways.