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**This Precious Image**
"Mountolive", the third volume in "The Alexandria Quartet", initially alienated me. However, it later managed to turn me around completely. "Clea" started in a similar fashion. But this time, being more patient, I let it work its magic. It fell into place much more quickly, and the rewards came sooner as well. At first, I wondered if it might be a random collection of ideas and impressions stitched together as an afterthought to what could have been a trilogy. Even if it had been conceived as a trilogy, "Clea" fits in neatly. It is set some years later, during and after the war. By now, the relationships that were once in turmoil in the earlier volumes have started to settle. People have matured, figured out what they are seeking, and some have even found it. Others, however, have moved on or passed away. Most importantly, for the narrator Darley, he is now distant enough from the original events that he has lost some of his timidity. He has gained a perspective (or at least a combination of multiple perspectives), realized that he is ready to write about these events, and decided on the form his project should take. He says, "It had been so long in forming inside me, this precious image...the old story of an artist coming of age."
**The Kingdom of Your Imagination**
The Quartet is not only a story about Alexandria and its inhabitants, as it is said, "When you are in love with one of its inhabitants, a city can become the world". It is also a story of an artist delving into the past and preparing to write about it. Although Darley feels that "the whole universe had given me a nudge", it is Clea who has seen what the universe has in store for him and for herself. She tells him, "As for you, wise one, I have a feeling that you too perhaps have stepped across the threshold into the kingdom of your imagination, to take possession of it once and for all." Each of them is now "a real human being, an artist at last."
**Finding Your Self in the World**
"Clea" is probably the most plot-dense of the four novels and also the most linear, even hinting at a happy ending. However, its concerns seem to revolve around questions such as: What does it mean to live? What does it mean to love? What does it mean to be an artist? What is the relationship between the imagination and the truth? In concepts that evoke Hegel, the writer Pursewarden theorizes, "The so-called act of living is really an act of the imagination. The world - which we always visualise as 'the outside World' - yields only to self-exploration!" Thus, we need to explore ourselves to understand the world, and vice versa. By understanding the city, we can understand its inhabitants, and vice versa.
**Pursewarden's Inkling of the Truth**
Pursewarden often serves as the means by which Durrell allows Darley to gain wisdom, without Darley necessarily realizing the immediate or abstract significance of what is happening before his eyes. Part of the novel's metafiction involves Darley reading Pursewarden's correspondence, journals, and draft fiction and verse. He says, "Seeing Pursewarden thus, for the first time, I saw that through his work he had been seeking for the very tenderness of logic itself, of the Way Things Are; not the logic of syllogism or the tidemarks of the emotions, but the real essence of fact-finding, the naked truth, the Inkling...the whole pointless Joke."
**Action and Reflection**
Another writer character, Keats, adds, "The man of action and the man of reflection are really the same man, operating on two different fields. But to the same end!" For an artist, at least, one needs to be both a man of action and a man of reflection, as each quality informs the other.
**Meddling with Time**
Pursewarden makes a similar point in relation to Proust. He says, "Time is the catch! Space is a concrete idea, but Time is abstract...In the scar tissue of Proust's great poem you see that so clearly; his work is the great academy of the time-consciousness. But being unwilling to mobilise the meaning of time he was driven to fall back on memory, the ancestor of hope! Ah! But being a Jew he had hope - and with Hope comes the irresistible desire to meddle." This passage seems to imply that Proust focused on memory in the absence of action in the present. Yet, it also suggests that Proust was prone to hope and meddle, presumably in relation to the future. Perhaps, then, Pursewarden (in contrast to Proust) focuses more on the present than either the past or the future, as the present is the only aspect of Time that can be immediately influenced and mobilized by Man. However, Pursewarden also suggests that, in trying to mobilize the progress of Time into the future, "we Celts" have the opposite problem to the Jewish predicament of hopefulness. He says, "We Celts mate with despair out of which alone grows laughter and the desperate romance of the eternally hopeless. We hunt the unattainable, and for us there is only a search unending."
**Selective Fictions**
No matter what the characters think they can achieve by acts of will, a sense of determinism sometimes creeps into the novel. The past seems to shape both the present and the future. Darley says, "It was indeed another island - I suppose the past always is. Here for a night and a day I lived the life of an echo, thinking much about the past and about us all moving in it, the'selective fictions' which life shuffles out like a pack of cards, mixing and dividing, withdrawing and restoring." If at times we seem to be actors on the stage of life, have our lines already been written for us? Or are our choices simply limited to the number of cards in the pack?
**The Seeds of Future Events**
Darley, looking back on events in the past in preparation for writing about it, says, "It is not hard, writing at this remove in time, to realise that it had already happened, had been ordained in such a way and in no other. This was, so to speak, only its 'coming to pass' - its stage of manifestation...The seeds of future events are carried within ourselves. They are implicit in us and unfold according to the laws of their own nature." It's almost as if our character determines our fate. Perhaps, not just our own fate, but we all contribute to the passage of history, which is just a record of the passage of Time. In a beautiful musical analogy, Darley writes to Clea that the individual events in our lives might "plant themselves in the speculative mind like single notes of music belonging to some larger composition which I suppose one will never hear."
**The Poisoned Loving-Cup**
Throughout the novel, various permutations and combinations share a loving cup, but Darley refers to it as a "poisoned loving cup". Obviously, some lovers were never meant for each other at all. However, Clea is the first to appreciate that love can often be a matter of timing. It doesn't help that this is love during wartime. She says, "I shall see if I can't will him back again. We aren't quite ripe for each other yet. It will come."
**The Richest Love**
Durrell reserves some of his most beautiful writing for these moments of intimacy. He writes, "So it was that love-making itself became a kind of challenge to the whirlwind outside which beat and pounded like a thunderstorm of guns and sirens, igniting the pale skies of the city with the magnificence of its lightning-flashes. And kisses themselves became charged with the deliberate affirmation which can come only from the foreknowledge and presence of death. It would have been good to die at any moment then, for love and death had somewhere joined hands. It was an expression of her pride, too, to sleep there in the crook of my arm like a wild bird exhausted by its struggles with a limed twig, for all the world as if it were an ordinary summer night of peace." But perhaps it should be Pursewarden who has the last word. He says, "The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time." We must love as if this is the only time available to us. Because, when all is said and done, this much is true.
"Mountolive", the third volume in "The Alexandria Quartet", initially alienated me. However, it later managed to turn me around completely. "Clea" started in a similar fashion. But this time, being more patient, I let it work its magic. It fell into place much more quickly, and the rewards came sooner as well. At first, I wondered if it might be a random collection of ideas and impressions stitched together as an afterthought to what could have been a trilogy. Even if it had been conceived as a trilogy, "Clea" fits in neatly. It is set some years later, during and after the war. By now, the relationships that were once in turmoil in the earlier volumes have started to settle. People have matured, figured out what they are seeking, and some have even found it. Others, however, have moved on or passed away. Most importantly, for the narrator Darley, he is now distant enough from the original events that he has lost some of his timidity. He has gained a perspective (or at least a combination of multiple perspectives), realized that he is ready to write about these events, and decided on the form his project should take. He says, "It had been so long in forming inside me, this precious image...the old story of an artist coming of age."
**The Kingdom of Your Imagination**
The Quartet is not only a story about Alexandria and its inhabitants, as it is said, "When you are in love with one of its inhabitants, a city can become the world". It is also a story of an artist delving into the past and preparing to write about it. Although Darley feels that "the whole universe had given me a nudge", it is Clea who has seen what the universe has in store for him and for herself. She tells him, "As for you, wise one, I have a feeling that you too perhaps have stepped across the threshold into the kingdom of your imagination, to take possession of it once and for all." Each of them is now "a real human being, an artist at last."
**Finding Your Self in the World**
"Clea" is probably the most plot-dense of the four novels and also the most linear, even hinting at a happy ending. However, its concerns seem to revolve around questions such as: What does it mean to live? What does it mean to love? What does it mean to be an artist? What is the relationship between the imagination and the truth? In concepts that evoke Hegel, the writer Pursewarden theorizes, "The so-called act of living is really an act of the imagination. The world - which we always visualise as 'the outside World' - yields only to self-exploration!" Thus, we need to explore ourselves to understand the world, and vice versa. By understanding the city, we can understand its inhabitants, and vice versa.
**Pursewarden's Inkling of the Truth**
Pursewarden often serves as the means by which Durrell allows Darley to gain wisdom, without Darley necessarily realizing the immediate or abstract significance of what is happening before his eyes. Part of the novel's metafiction involves Darley reading Pursewarden's correspondence, journals, and draft fiction and verse. He says, "Seeing Pursewarden thus, for the first time, I saw that through his work he had been seeking for the very tenderness of logic itself, of the Way Things Are; not the logic of syllogism or the tidemarks of the emotions, but the real essence of fact-finding, the naked truth, the Inkling...the whole pointless Joke."
**Action and Reflection**
Another writer character, Keats, adds, "The man of action and the man of reflection are really the same man, operating on two different fields. But to the same end!" For an artist, at least, one needs to be both a man of action and a man of reflection, as each quality informs the other.
**Meddling with Time**
Pursewarden makes a similar point in relation to Proust. He says, "Time is the catch! Space is a concrete idea, but Time is abstract...In the scar tissue of Proust's great poem you see that so clearly; his work is the great academy of the time-consciousness. But being unwilling to mobilise the meaning of time he was driven to fall back on memory, the ancestor of hope! Ah! But being a Jew he had hope - and with Hope comes the irresistible desire to meddle." This passage seems to imply that Proust focused on memory in the absence of action in the present. Yet, it also suggests that Proust was prone to hope and meddle, presumably in relation to the future. Perhaps, then, Pursewarden (in contrast to Proust) focuses more on the present than either the past or the future, as the present is the only aspect of Time that can be immediately influenced and mobilized by Man. However, Pursewarden also suggests that, in trying to mobilize the progress of Time into the future, "we Celts" have the opposite problem to the Jewish predicament of hopefulness. He says, "We Celts mate with despair out of which alone grows laughter and the desperate romance of the eternally hopeless. We hunt the unattainable, and for us there is only a search unending."
**Selective Fictions**
No matter what the characters think they can achieve by acts of will, a sense of determinism sometimes creeps into the novel. The past seems to shape both the present and the future. Darley says, "It was indeed another island - I suppose the past always is. Here for a night and a day I lived the life of an echo, thinking much about the past and about us all moving in it, the'selective fictions' which life shuffles out like a pack of cards, mixing and dividing, withdrawing and restoring." If at times we seem to be actors on the stage of life, have our lines already been written for us? Or are our choices simply limited to the number of cards in the pack?
**The Seeds of Future Events**
Darley, looking back on events in the past in preparation for writing about it, says, "It is not hard, writing at this remove in time, to realise that it had already happened, had been ordained in such a way and in no other. This was, so to speak, only its 'coming to pass' - its stage of manifestation...The seeds of future events are carried within ourselves. They are implicit in us and unfold according to the laws of their own nature." It's almost as if our character determines our fate. Perhaps, not just our own fate, but we all contribute to the passage of history, which is just a record of the passage of Time. In a beautiful musical analogy, Darley writes to Clea that the individual events in our lives might "plant themselves in the speculative mind like single notes of music belonging to some larger composition which I suppose one will never hear."
**The Poisoned Loving-Cup**
Throughout the novel, various permutations and combinations share a loving cup, but Darley refers to it as a "poisoned loving cup". Obviously, some lovers were never meant for each other at all. However, Clea is the first to appreciate that love can often be a matter of timing. It doesn't help that this is love during wartime. She says, "I shall see if I can't will him back again. We aren't quite ripe for each other yet. It will come."
**The Richest Love**
Durrell reserves some of his most beautiful writing for these moments of intimacy. He writes, "So it was that love-making itself became a kind of challenge to the whirlwind outside which beat and pounded like a thunderstorm of guns and sirens, igniting the pale skies of the city with the magnificence of its lightning-flashes. And kisses themselves became charged with the deliberate affirmation which can come only from the foreknowledge and presence of death. It would have been good to die at any moment then, for love and death had somewhere joined hands. It was an expression of her pride, too, to sleep there in the crook of my arm like a wild bird exhausted by its struggles with a limed twig, for all the world as if it were an ordinary summer night of peace." But perhaps it should be Pursewarden who has the last word. He says, "The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time." We must love as if this is the only time available to us. Because, when all is said and done, this much is true.