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April 25,2025
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First of all, get this straight: n  Heart of Darknessn is one of those classics that you have to have read if you want to consider yourself a well-educated adult.

    Having watched n  Apocalypse Nown doesn’t count — if anything, it ups the ante, since that means you have to think about the similarities and differences (for example, contrast and compare the U.S. involvement in Vietnam with the Belgian rule over the Congo. Actually quite an intriguing and provocative question.).

    The prose can feel turgid, but perhaps it may help to know that English was Conrad’s third language. His second was French, and that lends a lyric quality which, once accomodated, can draw you into the mood of the story. Once you get used to that, this is a very easy book to read — tremendously shorter than n  Moby-Dickn, for instance.

    Even though it is so much easier to read, this short novel shares with Moby-Dick the distressing (for many of us) fact that it is heavily symbolic. That is the reason it has such an important place in the literary canon: it is very densely packed with philosophical questions that fundamentally can’t be answered.

    Frankly, I was trained as an engineer, and have to struggle even to attempt to peer through the veils of meaning. I’m envious of the students in the Columbia class that David Denby portrays in his 1995 article in the New Yorker, The Trouble with “Heart of Darkness”. I wish I had been guided into this deep way of perceiving literature — or music, or art, or life itself.

    But most of us don’t have that opportunity. The alternate solution I chose: when I checked this out of the library, I also grabbed the Cliff’s Notes. I read the story, then thought about it, then finally read the Study Guide to see what I’d missed. What I found there was enough to trigger my curiosity, so I also searched the internet for more.

    And there was quite a bit. Like, the nature of a framed narrative: the actual narrator in Heart of Darkness isn’t Marlow, but some unnamed guy listening to Marlow talk. And he stands in for us, the readers, such as when he has a pleasant perspective on the beautiful sunset of the Thames at the beginning of the story, then at the end he has been spooked and sees it as leading “into the heart of an immense darkness”, much as the Congo does in the story

    That symbolic use of “darkness” is a great example of what makes this book, and others like it, so great. The “immense darkness” is simultaneously the real unknown of the jungle, as well as the symbolic “darkness” that hides within the human heart. But then it is also something that pervades society — so the narrator has been made aware that London, just upstream, really should be understood to be as frightening as the Congo. And the reader should understand that, too.

    The book is full of that kind of symbolism. When Conrad was writing, a much larger portion of the reading public would have received a “classical” liberal arts education and would have perceived that aspect of the book easier than most of us do today. Yeah, the book is so dense with this kind of symbolism, it can be an effort. But that is precisely the element that made the book a stunning success when it was written. T.S. Elliot, for example, referred to it heavily in his second-most-famous poem, The Hollow Men — the poem’s epigraph makes it explicit: Mistah Kurtz- he dead. (For more of that connection, see this short answer at stackexchange, or track down a copy of this academic analysis. An annotated copy of Elliot’s poem here can be edifying, too.)

    Not all of the symbolism worked for me. For example, my initial take on how ‘evil’ was dealt with seemed anachronistic and naive. Actually, it felt a lot like Wilde’s n  The Picture of Dorian Grayn. In both books, the main character has inadvertently received license to fully explore their evil inclinations without the normal societal consequences, and yet they both pay the ultimate penalty for their lack of restraint. But my perspective on evil was long ago captured by Hannah Arendt’s conclusion after analyzing Eichmann: evil is a “banal” absence of empathy; it isn’t some malevolent devilish force striving to seduce and corrupt us. Certainly, there are evil acts and evil people, but nothing mystical or spiritual that captures and enslaves, much less transforms us from Dr. Jekyll into Mr. Hyde.

    Golding’s n  Lord of the Fliesn examined the question, but did it in a much more modern manner. (I strongly recommend it.) If people aren’t reminded by the constraints of civilization to treat others with respect, then sometimes they’ll become brutal and barbaric. But is their soul somehow becoming sick and corrupted? The question no longer resonates.

    Even Conrad actually didn’t seem too clear on that question. These two quotes are both from Heart of Darkness — don’t they seem implicitly contradictory?:
    The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.
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    Anything approaching the change that came over his features I have never seen before, and hope never to see again. Oh, I wasn’t touched. I was fascinated. It was as though a veil had been rent. I saw on that ivory face the expression of sombre pride, of ruthless power, of craven terror—of an intense and hopeless despair. Did he live his life again in every detail of desire, temptation, and surrender during that supreme moment of complete knowledge? He cried in a whisper at some image, at some vision—he cried out twice, a cry that was no more than a breath:
    ‘The horror! The horror!’
    The former denies any supernatural origin for evil, but the latter alludes to the tragic results of a Faustian bargain — Marlowe sold his soul to see what mortals should never witness.

    After pondering the study guide, I could see the allegorical content better. The mystical side of Heart of Darkness isn’t the only thing going on. Like the kids rescued from the island after Lord of the Flies, Marlow will forever be cognizant of how fragile civilized behavior can be, and how easily some slip into brutality — even those that have excellent motives and apparently unblemished characters. This is why he tells this as a cautionary tale to his shipmates on the Thames.

    Marlow also received a clear lesson on hypocrisy. I hadn’t seen how deeply “The Company” represented European hypocrisy. Obviously “The Company” was purely exploitative and thus typical of imperialism, but in subtle ways Conrad made it not just typical but allegorically representative. One example Cliff mentions scares me just a bit: in the offices of “The Company” in Brussels, Marlow notices the strange sight of two women knitting black wool. Conrad provides no explanation. But recall your mythology: the Fates spun out the thread that measured the lives of mere mortals. In the story, these are represented as women who work for “The Company”, which has ultimate power over the mere mortals in Africa. That’s pretty impressive: Conrad tosses in a tiny aside that references Greek (or Roman or Germanic) mythology and ties it both to imperialism, as well as to the power that modern society has handed to corporations, and quietly walks away from it. How many other little tidbits are buried in this short book? Frankly, it seems kind of spooky.

    The study guide also helped me understand what had been a major frustration of the book. I thought that Conrad had skipped over too much, leaving crucial information unstated. Between Marlow’s “rescue” of Kurtz and Kurtz’s death there are only a few pages in the story, but they imply that the two had significant conversations that greatly impressed Marlow, that left Marlow awestruck at what Kurtz had intended, had survived, and had understood. These impressions are what “broke” Marlow, but we are never informed of even the gist of those conversations.

    But Marlow isn’t our narrator: he is on the deck of a ship, struggling to put into words a story that still torments him years after the events had passed. Sometimes he can’t convey what we want to know; he stumbles, he expresses himself poorly. The narrator is like us, just listening and trying to make sense out of it, and gradually being persuaded of the horrors that must have transpired. (To return to a comparison with Apocalypse Now: at the end of the book, the narrator gazes “into the heart of an immense darkness”, sensing that the evil he’d been told of could lie anywhere. Watching the movie, there’s no narrator to murmur about that.)

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Addendum:
    Conrad’s Heart of Darkness was written in 1899. A critical event which allowed the tragedy portrayed here was the Berlin Conference of 1884 (wikipedia), where the lines that divided up Africa were tidied up and shuffled a bit by the white men of Europe (no Africans were invited). The BBC4 radio programme In Our Time covered the conference on 31 October 2013. Listen to it streaming here, or download it as an MP3 here. Forty-three minutes of erudition will invigorate your synapses.

    Oh, if you liked that In Our Time episode, here is the one they did on the book itself (mp3).
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April 25,2025
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You travel to the heart of darkness only to find the darkness of your heart.

'Heart of Darkness' is a story about the fraility of the human nature. When you are far away from 'the civilized' world, are not a man of principles, are greedy, have the unlimited power, you are in great danger of becoming a crazy monster. And then being in the heart of darkness you find the darkness of your heart.

'It was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.'
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'I don’t like work--no man does--but I like what is in the work--the chance to find yourself. Your own reality--for yourself not for others--what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.'
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'You know I hate, detest, and can’t bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appalls me. There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies - which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world - what I want to forget.'
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'Even extreme grief may ultimately vent itself in violence--but more generally takes the form of apathy'
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'Your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others.'
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'Droll thing life is -- that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself -- that comes too late -- a crop of inextinguishable regrets.'
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'The mind of man is capable of anything.'
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'But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it had gone mad.'
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'I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable greyness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamour, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat, in a sickly atmosphere of tepid scepticism, without much belief in your own right, and still less in that of your adversary.'
April 25,2025
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To reach hell is to follow the path of Joseph Conrad. This path we follow, or we leave it—no other choice. The horizon of darkness weaves along the water toward the source of the Congo River. "Watching a ship off the coast is like thinking about a riddle." Here is the invitation to this voyage. Going up a river is going back in time, the time of the first man in each of us. The pulsations of the river banks revive the primary impulses of men. Torpor, savagery, "tiresome pilgrimage among the beginnings of a nightmare." Go deeper; enter the heart of darkness. Is hell a space where we surrender ourselves to deliver the one who lives in us? Can darkness infect the hearts of those who pass through it? Or do we carry this germ forever and ever in us?
We live it or destroy it; there is no other choice.
April 25,2025
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Altro libro che ho (colpevolmente) dimenticato in libreria per 40 anni e più - il prezzo dell'edizione (millelire) è criterio certo per la sua datazione.
Accompagnare Marlow nella sua discesa agli inferi attraverso gli afrori della foresta fa sì che le 120 e poco più pagine lascino esausti ed accaldati come un tomo di 1000 pagine. E si stenta a credere che sia stato scritto a fine '800.

Sulla scrittura altri amici hanno scritto cose mirabili, che avrei voluto scivere io ma non ne sarei mai stato in grado. Mi soffermo quindi su un passaggio, circoscritto e collaterale alla storia, praticamente un inciso.

Marlow e carovana si avvicinano all'avamposto dove prenderà l' imbarcazione che condurrà fino a Kurtz: si addentrano nella foresta trovando villaggi completamente disabitatai. Conrad/Marlow fa la seguente succinta riflessione: “la popolazione era filata via da molto tempo. Certo, se una gran quantità di negri misteriosi armati con ogni sorta di armi tremende, repentinamente si avanzasse nella strada tra Deal e Gravesend (nel Kent) e imprigionasse i contadini del posto costringendoli a portare carichi pesanti al suo servizio, penso che ogni casa rustica si svuoterebbe ben presto..."

Quindi Conrad/Marlow si mette nei panni dei colonizzati e fa il semplice (ma fatto sempre di rado e malvolentieri) esercizio di mettersi nei panni dell'altro.

Questo però non ha risparmiato a Conrad l' accusa di essere pur sempre un razzista da parte di un altro grande, Chinua Achebe:

http://www.criticaletteraria.org/2012...

https://www.theguardian.com/books/200...

Ma come ? Conrad ? Il primo ad additare lo schifo del colonialismo accusato di razzismo ? Eppure è così, e leggendo gli articoli non si può dire che gli argomenti di Achebe siano infondati.
E' vero, l'Africa ed i suoi abitanti sono solo una scenografia, comparse senza significato, al massimo presenze bizzarre prive di soggettività. (è anche vero che anche gli altri personaggi europei sono poco più che suppellettili: esistono solo Marlow e Kurtz), però quello che afferma Achebe è indubitabile, l'Africa è un pretesto.

Occorre considerare il capolavoro di Achebe: Things fall apart: è la stessa scena di Cuore di tenebra girata in controcampo: tra quelle figure indistinte di negri che appaiono a Marlow immaginiamoci Okwonkwo che assiste all'arrivo dell'uomo bianco (ed in Things fall apart il colonizzatore che arriva è il più subdolo e pericoloso: il missionario).

Quindi: Conrad è un thoroughgoing racist come afferma Achebe ? Certamente sì, non può non esserlo, è un bianco. Accusare un bianco dell' 800 di essere razzista/colonialista è come accusare un pesce di non saper andare in bicicletta, affermazione tanto vera ma priva di significato.

Però in Cuore di tenebra c'è l'embrione dell'unica cosa da fare quando ci si rapporta al diverso: mettersi nei suoi panni, scambiarsi i ruoli, almeno per un momento. Conrad lo fa in poche righe, di sfuggita, e a me è sembrato tanto, ad Achebe molto poco.

Al di là di questa gretta contabilità, il punto per cui siamo sempre ancora nel Cuore della tenebra e come siamo regrediti da Conrad in poi:

https://video.repubblica.it/cronaca/i...

Ci muoviamo un po' da lì ? Facciamo andare d'accordo Conrad e Achebe ?
April 25,2025
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Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad - read by millions, reviewed by thousands. Is it possible for me to come up with anything even approaching originality for this classic? I think not. Thus, I've confined myself to commenting on several select passages.

"Imagine him here—the very end of the world, a sea the colour of lead, a sky the colour of smoke, a kind of ship about as rigid as a concertina—and going up this river with stores, or orders, or what you like."

Marlow pictures the Romans who came to what is now England as viewing the River Thames in much the same way as he viewed the river in the Congo - as the heart of darkness. Marlow is keenly aware what passes for civilization is an extremely relative term. Conrad's novella breaks new ground in its harsh criticism of colonialism and, more generally, Western Civilization.

"Now and then a boat from the shore gave one a momentary contact with reality. It was paddled by black fellows. You could see from afar the white of their eyeballs glistening. They shouted, sang; their bodies streamed with perspiration; they had faces like grotesque masks—these chaps; but they had bone, muscle, a wild vitality, an intense energy of movement, that was as natural and true as the surf along their coast."

Faces like grotesque masks, you say? Why? Because they do not possess the familiar features of white Europeans? Doesn't this speak to our all too human tendency to see those not like ourselves as "the other"?

"I could see every rib, the joints of their limbs were like knots in a rope; each had an iron collar on his neck, and all were connected together with a chain whose bights swung between them, rhythmically clinking...They were called criminals, and the outraged law, like the bursting shells, had come to them, an insoluble mystery from the sea. All their meagre breasts panted together, the violently dilated nostrils quivered, the eyes stared stonily uphill. They passed me within six inches, without a glance, with that complete, deathlike indifference of unhappy savages."

Marlow repeatedly refers to the Africans as savages. Is it any wonder Chinua Achebe notes when reading Heart of Darkness he realized he was "not on Marlow's ship" but was, instead, one of the unattractive beings Marlow encounters. Achebe goes on to say how Conrad describes an African working on the ship as a "dog wearing trousers". Achebe judges Conrad's language of description of Africans as inappropriate. "I realized how terribly terribly wrong it was to portray my people — any people — from that attitude."

“Suddenly there was a growing murmur of voices and a great tramping of feet. A caravan had come in. A violent babble of uncouth sounds burst out on the other side of the planks."

Marlow (and Conrad) never once has an African speak language; rather, the Africans in the novella merely grunt, howl, screech or babble. Is this the tacit message: these Africans are not entirely human?

On one level, Heart of Darkness can be read as a tale of returning to our human origins, indeed, to even a time deep and dark prior to homo sapiens making their appearance on Earth. Although a good number of Christian theologians, priests and ministers recognize evolution as the way God created us humans, many fundamentalists reject evolution entirely. Perhaps their seeing humans evolving in Africa, the dark continent, the "heart of darkness," as completely unacceptable.
April 25,2025
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I know as an English major I am supposed to find this work brilliant and important, but I just don't. I hate it. I hated it the first time I read it, the second time I read it, AND the third time I read it.
April 25,2025
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When I was a child, my father caught me frowning at a very small gift wrapped package I'd received. The dashed hopes for a larger package were broadcast across my face.

"Dynamite comes in small packages." My father counseled me. The literal and figurative truth of this statement has revealed itself throughout my life.

This story is specifically relevant to Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness. It is a small book. (Surprisingly small.) And it is pure dynamite. (Super powerful dynamite!)

Conrad later wrote he wanted to "bring home" the experience of Heart of Darkness to "the minds and bosoms of the readers." He succeeded. Big time.

Heart of Darkness is a masterpiece. Divided into three sections, it is one of the greatest creations of English literature I've had the pleasure to read.

The experience of reading Heart of Darkness is akin to listening to an emotionally moving work of music. It's somber theme has a sinister resonance. Its unique tone and continued vibration hangs in the air and dwells on the ear after the last note is struck. (Reading Heart of Darkness conjured in my mind the eight hand final piano chord of A Day In The Life: shocking, dark, contemplative and endless.)

After reading Adam Hochschild's King Leopold's Ghost I appreciated for the first time the historical context for this novel. In light of that, I felt compelled to re-read Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness. And I am very glad I did. This is a genuinely great book.
April 25,2025
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Questo è uno di quei libri che mi fanno rimpiangere più che mai di non aver posseduto quella padronanza della lingua inglese che mi avrebbe consentito la lettura del testo originale.
In pochi giorni ne ho lette tre traduzioni (Capriolo, Di Biagi e Persichelli), continuando a confrontare le pagine scritte da Conrad con quelle in italiano. E sì che per Conrad l’inglese era la terza lingua, che iniziò a parlare solo da adulto. E sì che in fondo lui non aveva portato a termine gli studi ed era stato, per oltre metà della sua vita, un girovago uomo di mare; insomma tante cose è stato Conrad, tranne quello che viene definito un “letterato”. Di conseguenza potrebbe non spiegarsi la frustrazione che ho avvertito per essermi dovuta “accontentare” delle traduzioni in italiano del libro. Conrad è un grande condensatore della scrittura ed è riuscito in questo racconto, con un uso preciso, reiterato e spesso simbolico dei termini, a realizzare grandemente quella che lui stesso definisce la funzione della parola: qualcosa che “fa vedere, udire e sentire” il lettore. Un vero peccato quindi non poter leggere quelle precise parole.
La grandezza di Conrad, come molti commenti (Rosenkalvalier, sigurd, per esempio) ben evidenziano, è quella di saper raccontare altro rispetto a quello che si legge. È quella di aver scritto un romanzo di “avventura”, in cui l’avventura è sì il viaggio geografico lungo il Congo, nel cuore oscuro dell’Africa colonizzata, rapinata e massacrata dall’uomo bianco, ma è soprattuto il viaggio dentro l’uomo adulto nell’età moderna e nel senso della sua esistenza in una dimensione laica (qui l’ho sentito proprio come punto di rottura rispetto alla visione ottocentesca alla Dostoevskji o alla Tolstoj e anticipante la letteratura successiva). Conrad tesse così un racconto sulla condizione umana, un viaggio dentro le tenebre del cuore dell’uomo, un viaggio nel quale fortissima ed efficace è l’immagine della giungla che si richiude alle spalle del battello a vapore, quale metafora del punto di non ritorno.
“Gli ampi tratti di fiume ci si aprivano davanti e si richiudevano dietro di noi, come se la foresta si fosse spinta con calma attraverso l'acqua per sbarrarci la strada del ritorno. Penetrammo sempre più profondamente nel cuore di tenebra.”
Il senso del libro è tutto nella fine, nelle ultime pagine del racconto, quando tutto ciò che è stato scritto, anche i dettagli minuti, riemerge e assume un significato e una coerenza sorprendenti.
Leggerò anche Giovinezza e Al limite estremo, i due romanzi che con Cuore di tenebra completano il viaggio di Conrad nelle tre età dell’uomo.
April 25,2025
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Later edit: I've thought about this book lately and I decided that it deserves more than 2* so 3* it is.

A beautifully written dark ramble.

Do not be fooled by the fact that this book is short. It is actually very dense, hard to read, with long paragraphs and endless metaphors. Even the rare dialog was inserted in a big, bulky paragraph.

I found it strenuous to follow the line of the story. The author was jumping from one idea to the next in the blink of an eye and the prose was so full of pompous words that I was lost among them like in the darkness of the deep, unreal jungle he was describing.

Here's an example:

“It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream--making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams...No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence--that which makes its truth, its meaning--its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream-alone...”

I could feel the suffocating atmosphere of the book and I understood the main metaphor which is very true. People, no matter of skin's color can become cruel and evil in certain circumstances.
April 25,2025
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I read this book a few years ago as part of my required reading for my university course....and hated it. Perhaps hate is too strong a word. I had a strong aversion to it. A STRONG aversion to it.

Why? This book made me feel stupid. I just did not 'get' it at all - like, any of it! I had no concept of what on earth was happening, what on earth the metaphor was and what on earth the point of the whole thing was! Reading it was one long struggle as the text was unbroken by chapters and there are very few paragraph breaks (I am unsure if this is a stylistic decision or if this was just in my edition). I battled through though, despite every single monotonous word giving me a blinding headache, expecting to finish the book feeling victorious. But no, I just felt stupid. There was no breakthrough moment of understanding, I did not see the light and I ending up with no answers to my myriad of questions.

I hope to reread this book someday in the hopes of reforming my judgement, so, this is all for now. Until we meet again, Mr Conrad.
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