Actually, I didn't finish it. For a long time, I have been pondering that Henry James was just too "smart" for me. Maybe that's the truth. As I usually read in bed and don't relish having to exert too much mental effort to parse a sentence. However, Henry James, along with many others from his era, writes in such a manner that I truly have to think deeply about each sentence to understand it. This is not what I desire from a book. There are simply too many commas in each sentence. And he, just as I attempt to do in this very sentence, endeavors to do things that I too frequently fail at. For instance, when I imitate a celebrity or someone known to me and my audience, he often comments on an object or action in the sentence before even stating that object or action. It's a non-linear style that is extremely difficult for me to comprehend without reading each sentence twice. Once to extract what the simplified sentence would be and then once more to appreciate all the self-referential comments within that sentence.
See what I mean?
Anyways, I felt as if I had to finish the book, as if it were homework, and I already have an abundance of homework to attend to. Plus, at least about halfway through it, it wasn't all that great. Yippee, people are seeing other people who have passed away. That pretty much sums up the first half of the book.
Turn of the screw? He's turning it the wrong way.
The story begins with a powerful statement: "I HAVE YOU, BUT HE HAS LOST YOU FOR EVER!" This sets the tone for a tale that is both mysterious and captivating.
The film, based on H. James' 1961 short novel "The Innocents", directed by Jack Clayton and written by Truman Capote, features Deborah Kerr as Miss Giddens. It展现了in the magical gothic and terrifying splendor of CinemaScope in black and white.
This book has sent shivers down my spine, forcing me to read only in the presence of the sun to stay away from the darkness and shadows. The questions it raises are numerous and thought-provoking. Are the children corrupted or innocent? Are they victims, accomplices, or even murderers? Are the specters real or hallucinations? Are they projections of the governess' troubled imagination?
I believe that the specters exist and are real. The governess' description of Quint is clearly a true portrait, not the sketch of a dream or an imagination. And I believe that the children see the specters, even though the reader never sees them while they do. The evil is the Indescribable.
Even if all these questions remain unanswered, it doesn't matter. It is still a beautiful love story. Or perhaps it is a story of possession. And isn't love also possession?
Henry James is a great writer whom I love very much. In this story, with his game of Chinese boxes, he seems to distance the horror and darkness. Instead, with reticences, transparencies, omissions, and precautions, he increases the tension to the breaking point.
The 1961 film, also in black and white, is magnificent and truly exceptional. Jack Clayton must have been particularly inspired, as he never repeated himself at this level. The original title, "The Innocents", clearly refers to the children - translated into Italian with the very banal "Suspense".
There have been other adaptations, but the first one remains by far the best. It begins with a black screen and a nursery rhyme sung by the children that gives one goosebumps, and one can understand where Morricone was inspired for the soundtracks of Dario Argento's first films.
It continues in an expressionist style, which is immediately abandoned, with the detail, always in a black field, of Ms Giddens' hands joined in prayer to invoke divine help for the lives and souls of the 'innocents'. In this case, paraphrasing, one could say that death runs along the lake, rather than the river.
And how innocent can the children be who continuously sing with abandon and rapture a lullaby that says: "We Lay My Love And I Beneath The Weeping Willow. But Now Alone I Lie And Weep Beside The Tree".
On the afternoon of January 10, 1895, Henry James was invited by the Archbishop of Canterbury to have a cup of tea. Sitting in front of the fireplace with the two sons of the Archbishop, they talked about apparitions and nocturnal terrors, about how the old dear stories of ghosts were disappearing. The Archbishop told that many years before a lady had told him a story that she had learned from an unknown narrator, that anonymous faceless one who is always at the origin of every story: of children who had been abandoned to the care of their servants in an old country house - the perverse and depraved servants had corrupted them, and when they died, their apparitions returned to haunt the house and the children.
A flawed and unpretentious story, "the shadow of a shadow", which James noted in his Notebooks. Two years later, a magazine asked him for a story for the Christmas issue, and in just three months, from September to December 1897, James wrote what would probably become the most famous modern short story.
IO TI HO, MENTRE LUI TI HA PERDUTO PER SEMPRE!