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Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis | Philosopher or Dog? (Quincas Borba) / 1954

the potatoes

by Douglas Messerli

 

Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis, Quincas Borba, translated from the Portuguese by Clotilde Wilson as Philosopher or Dog? (Quincas Borba) (New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux/Noonday Press, 1954)

 

The major character of Brazilian novelist Machado de Assis’ great classic, Quincas Borba—translated into English as Philosopher or Dog?—is a kind of everyman, an innocent who is deluded and ultimately goes mad, but is far from being “dim-witted” as the book’s jacket describes him. Rubião has once been a director of a boy’s school, we are told, and has closed the school in order to care for a friend, Quincas Borba, a philosopher who is ailing. He comes under the influence of the philosopher in attempting to comprehend certain of his teachings, most notably Borba’s theories of “Humanitism” which maintain, among other things, that the major principle of life is humanity, a “unique, universal, eternal, common, indivisible and indestructible force that sums up the universe, and the universe is man.” As does Candide’s Pangloss, Borba, accordingly, argues in his circular logic that, given such a role, the human race necessarily must behave as it behaves, fighting for survival and dominance, even war being seen as a beneficial preservative.



    Although near death, Borba suddenly determines to travel from his home in Barbacena to Rio de Janeiro to take care of business affairs, leaving the care of his dog, whom Quincas Borba has named after himself, to Rubião. After several weeks, the friend receives a letter from the philosopher, wherein Borba claims to be Saint Augustine, and a week later the old man dies, willing his entire estate—along with the care of his dog—to his disciple.    

     Although Rubião may not thoroughly comprehend the teachings of the philosopher, I have chosen the word “disciple” because the meandering plot that follows makes it clear that the author is in some manner retelling the story of Quincas Borba—detailing his descent from sanity to lunacy—in the tales of Rubião and his adventures in the great capitol city that follow.

     Machado de Assis’ novel is nearly overstuffed with humanity representing, in one form or another, the principles of “Humanitism,” characters fighting for survival and dominance, most often at the one another’s expense. On the train to Rio, Rubião meets a young couple, the predominant figures in his series of adventures, an intelligent young man, Christiano de Almeida e Palha, and his young wife Sophia. Enchanted with the meek and quiet Sophia and her exuberant, young husband, Rubião readily tells them of his newfound wealth and reveals his plans. The man is so disarmingly innocent that Palha warns him not to tell his affairs to strangers: “Discretion and kind faces don’t always go together.”

     Indeed, they do not! For, although Rubião quickly makes friends with the couple, and as a regular visitor in their house, he is soon asked for loans of money, requests he is only too ready to grant. The seemingly shy woman is revealed as a flirtatious wife, fully aware of her own beauty and only too ready to use it in conquering the hearts of the males she encounters, including Rubião. In his innocence, however, he confuses cultural flirtatiousness with romance, and crosses the line by admitting his love to Sophia, who responds with distressed shock. The friendship between the couple and Rubião soon resumes, in part, because the young Palha is still in his debt. An even closer relationship soon develops as Rubião becomes a partner in Palha’s new importing business.

    Rubião has also made friends with Dr. Camacho, a politician/journalist whose politics seems to consist of being on the right side of every cause. He too is happy to consort with the new visitor to the city, particularly since Rubião is only too happy to fund his newspaper. Others avow friendship, rewarded with nightly gatherings at Rubião’s house with lavish meals and drink.

    Sophia attempts to marry her cousin, now living with her and Palha, to Rubião without success; ironically she is now courted at the dinner event by Carlos Maria, a young man far more handsome than Rubião, whose proclamations of love to Sophia are received far differently from the older man’s. But Carlos Maria, unlike the smitten Rubião, is not truly in love with anyone except himself; his marriage to Sophia’s cousin, Maria Benedicta, is perfect, for she has such low self-esteem that she is quite willing to serve as a submissive wife and accept his common outbursts of dissatisfaction with her and their life together.

     Meanwhile, Palha, who now serves as executor to Rubião’s finances, is increasingly impatient with the man’s readiness to give away his fortune, including gifts of jewelry to his own wife. As Palha becomes more and more successful—despite the fact that he has still not repaid his own debt to Rubião—he ends their partnership, perhaps so that he will not have share his own wealth. The nightly dinners at Rubião’s home continue, despite the fact that the host is often late or absent from the events. Just as Rubião has been misled in affairs of the heart with Sophia and others, so is he misled in politics by Camacho, who insists that Rubião will soon be elected to government office. In short, ideas of grandeur gradually expand in Rubião’s mind, as he begins gradually to lose his sense of perspective, harboring a suspicion that Quincas Borba, the philosopher, may actually reside in the dog for whom he has become the guardian.

    Numerous other characters come and go in Rubião’s increasingly frenetic life—figures who, like nearly all the Rio de Janeiro citizens the author presents, struggle for what Quincas Borba has described as “the potatoes” of life, not only the true necessities but what they mistakenly perceive as necessary for their pleasures—money, love, class, power. Is it any wonder that Rubião, who has been only generous and open in all his relationships, should also desire these things?

    Convinced he is Napoleon III, Rubião alternates between moments of sanity and utter lunacy, ultimately going along the streets greeting his imaginary subjects, followed by gangs of mocking children, including a young boy whose life he once saved from being overrun by a carriage. Given the behavior of the humans into which he has been thrown, Rubião, like the philosopher before him, becomes “someone else,” a being at war with the world about him.

    Now without money, Rubião has little to offer his former friends, who half-heartedly (the easily distracted and comically portrayed Dona Fernanda being, perhaps, the one exception) seek treatment for him; but as he comes close to being cured, Rubião determines to return to his old home in Barbacena, where the “fever” once more overcomes him. Although he has taken in by an old friend, he dies laughing: “To the victor, the potatoes!” The dog—or is he, after all, the true philosopher, himself seeking attention and love—dies three days later in the street.

    Machado de Assis’s brilliant satire is at once a loving acceptance of the condition of man, and a somewhat cynical view of mankind’s intentions. As the author, himself, explains the apparent contradiction: “The Southern Cross, which the beautiful Sophia would not gaze upon as Rubião begged her to do, is too high in the heavens to distinguish between man’s laughter and tears.”

 

 

Los Angeles, August 20, 2006

Reprinted from EXPLORINGfictions (June 2009).

John Perreault | Hotel Death and Other Tales / 1989

living others’ identities

by Douglas Messerli

 

John Perreault Hotel Death and Other Tales (Los Angeles: Sun & Moon Press, 1989)

 

Although I have now read Perreault’s collection of tales, Hotel Death, at least three times, I never perceived until this year’s re-reading how much his stories were concerned with the two unifying themes of My Year 2015 and ‘16, identity and belief. Indeed, in story after story, Perreault’s nervous characters—most of them gay men, some still within heterosexual marriages—are seeking to find out who they might really be, particularly since so many aspects of their identities have been defined by others.


     In the title story, “Hotel Death,” a science teacher (astrophysics) seeks to escape his not so fulfilling work by traveling into the Baja Peninsula to visit a tourist hotel, Hotel Descansado. Although the hotel is comfortable and modern—with large rooms whose balconies face a pool and the ocean—and spacious public spaces, strange things seem be happening around the corners and behind his back, with waiters ironically smirking and winking, one seeming desperate to have sex with him. He has taken pictures during his travel to the hotel and his return, but none of the photographs of the hotel itself turn out. The swimming pool, strangely enough shaped as a question mark, is a stagnant body of green water, and although the ocean beacons nearby, a wall stands between the hotel and the beach full of sand dollars. When he does climb the wall to take a nude stroll in the sand, he is met by banditos who demand money, although, as it points out, he has no place to even carry it, and, moreover, he is surviving on a credit card back in his room. One morning he awakens to discover a body in the stagnant pool. In short, while he has no specific evidence, he feels that the place is somehow evil, that even the spacious rooms are somehow akilter. It is a place, he observes, where one sees God or, to express it another way, the visitor encounters death, perhaps even his own.

      Nothing does truly happen to the traveler, but he is still terribly affected by the place months after his return when he attempts to explain what happened there to his ex-wife and friends. It is, as he attempts to explain, as he himself had created to hotel and was responsible for the evil therein, expressing what might almost be described as a mantra of the author: “Within this nature we correct ourselves.”

     The world around us, throughout Perreault’s ordinary yet fantastic tales, reshapes us and re- defines us. As in “The Previous Tenant” and “Mysteries” rooms and their previous tenants make the characters not only wonder about their lives and beliefs, but gradually works to redefine and reshape them. The philosopher-teacher, ensconced in another professor’s office, in “Mysteries” gradually begins to read the former tenant’s works and wonder about how his mind functioned; the bedroom he has rented, where the renter’s son had previously slept, leads the older man to speculate on the life of the young boy, whose porn and leftover jock-strap somewhat titillates the older man. Ultimately leaves in both the office and the boy’s room a strange emblem of masking tape upon the wall which reads a bit like a x’d out cross—perhaps a kind of talisman to protect him from their forces.

      In the wonderful tale “The Catalogue,” a lonely woman finds her identity in the regular mail order catalogues she receives, from which she orders all the furniture and accessories of her isolated Iowa home until she has “erased desire.”

      The young would-be Beats living in a San Francisco group house, begin to play games with language that fill up and redefine their lives, while frightening those who do not know that they are “IT,” around whom the others are playing the game.

      In “The Typist,” a man whose lover is away, attempts but fails to type him a letter breaking up their relationship, since his entire seems to have been redefined by his companion’s super-orderly patterns of living. Attempting to create subtle signs of rebellion—turning the top sheet in the wrong direction, leaving the electric typewriter on, unfolding the neatly organized socks, etc. But so used has he become to the way his mate has structured his life, he suddenly returns everything to its proper order before his lover’s return.

     In “Airport Music” a slightly paranoid man is so terrified of the times that he determines to take on the identity of a regular businessman traveling by air; but to protect himself he determines to visit only airports in which the arriving planes are connected to chutes, spending his entire life in traveling internally from airport to airport without leaving the safety of their confines. He buys new clothes in airport shops and bathes in airport showers and in one hotel connected by enclosed pathway to the airport. When, by accident, one of his flights is rerouted to a small airport at Ft. Myers, and he is forced to briefly deplane outside, he is shot dead by unknown assailants; clearly his paranoia has been valid.

      Often, as in the tale “Do Not Drive in Breakdown Lane,” the narrator or storyteller so loses his selfhood, that, in the end, identity is completely lost no matter how the story is told:

 

                        Change all the genders; change all the names, persons, tenses.

                        Whose story is this, anyway? Does it matter? Whose house

                        is this, anyway? William’s, Dawn’s, Eve’s, mine, or yours?

                        I am a woman and I arrive in Provincetown in the dead of

                        Winter to take care of a house and a dog, but the doge is gone.

                        And, believe it or not, I find love. It goes on and on; it goes

                        Around and around; in a spiral, this story-telling.

                 

      Time and again in Perreault’s world, figures, while driven by inner desires, are also redirected and redefined by others, their identities stolen or, and the very least, redefined. Often, it is their inner desires which actually remake their identities. Identity, in short, is a malleable thing for Perreault—unlike the view of Gertrude Stein for whom identity is merely repetition—so fragile that even the slightest outside intrusion can destroy all self. Is it any wonder in the terrifying story “The Door,” a man lays inside his apartment horrified by the possibility of someone intruding upon him, whether it be with the intent of selling, proselytizing, burglary, or, perhaps, even murder!

 

Los Angeles, October 15, 2015

Reprinted from EXPLORINGfiction (October 2015).

 

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