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Monday, June 1, 2026

Thomas Coryat, the Sesqui-superlative Traveler

 


 

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References in brackets are to endnotes, those in parentheses to the 1905 Macmillan reprint of the original edition of Coryat’s Crudities in two volumes, accessible on archive.org.

 

  

 

         "OH to what height will love of greatnesse drive/ Thy leavened spirit, Sesqui-superlative?" (37)  With these mock-heroic lines, John Donne salutes Thomas Coryat, the author of Coryat’s Crudities (1611) [1].  While “height” and “leavened spirit” refer to conventional ideas of sublimity dating from Longinus, the over-ingenious invention of the nonce word “sesqui-superlative” introduces a hyperbolic tone that implies satire.  Donne concludes on a witty and clearly ironic note.  "Thy Gyant wit o'erthrowes me, I am gone;/ And rather then reade all, I would reade none." 

     The work that inspired this dubious tribute is a curious object even before the reader opens the book.  Whatever can the name mean, since the volume offers neither improper jokes nor salad recipes?  The title page explains that it instead contains Coryat’s observations as a traveler “hastily gobled up in five Moneths,” then “newly digested in the hungry aire of Odcombe in the County of Somerset, and now dispersed to the nourishment of the travelling Members of the Kingdome.”  Apparently he meant by the term crudities to refer to the rushed pace of his trip in  which he covered five countries in  as many months, much of the time walking.  Apart from the fact that a raw diet was at the time thought prone to upset the stomach, the notion of eating material that has been already digested  and then dispersed by another is enough to induce aa slight nausea [2].

     In fact the book is entertaining, a readable if offhand travel narrative that in some ways anticipates Robert Byron or Bruce Chatwin.  Whereas most earlier accounts of distant places were either by explorers who had visited very remote or exotic locations, relating history and sometimes legend, about sites the reader would never visit, Coryat provides information useful for future travelers, precisely like the guidebooks of more recent times.  His own journey was a prototype for the Grand Tour which became de rigeur for the sons of the wealthy for two hundred years following the publication of the Crudities [3].

     To Coryat are attributed the importation of the use of the table fork and the word umbrella from Italy as well as the popularization of the Swiss story of William Tell.  The contemporary reader may be more impressed, however, with the book’s elaborate presentation, preceded by multiple layers of text that condition the reader’s first acquaintance with the author’s actual trip.  The inclusion of these apparently extraneous materials reveals a great deal about the intentions of the work and, more broadly, the literary values of the age.   

     Before coming to the first of the author’s impressions of the Continent his reader must make his way through a number of preliminary stages amounting to over a hundred and fifty pages.  This leisurely route leads first to the title page, a grand mélange of Baroque decoration [4].  Architectural elements structure the space with the title and a portrait of the author surrounded by vignettes from scenes described within while bits of Latin and a few words of Greek are strewn about as further ornaments. 

     While this design layout suggests formality and serious purpose, the incidents illustrated depict the author in less than flattering moments.  In the lower right corner Coryat appears as he escapes in a gondola while a Venetian prostitute pelts him with eggs, implying quite a different tone.   Known as an eccentric – his lengthy treks on foot are enough alone to justify the term – he had occupied a position in the court of Prince Henry, son of James I as a kind of jester or buffoon.  In private life among his peers in the “right Worshipful Fraternitie of Sireniacal Gentlemen” that met at the Mermaid Tavern, he held a similar position as a joker who is as well the butt of others’ teasing [5].  He was doubtless something of an odd duck who gained access to elite gatherings by playing the fool.  He was surely cultivating this identity when he distributed his book by visiting aristocrats with his copies borne by a donkey who carried a sign saying “asinus portans mysteria” [6].

     This reputation was preserved by Thomas Fuller’s account: “He carried folly (which the charitable called merriment) in his very face.  The shape of his head had no promising form, being like a sugar-loaf inverted, with the little end before, as composed of fancy and memory, without any common sense.”  He was popular because “Sweetmeats and Coryate made the last course at all court entertainments.  Indeed, he was the courtiers’ anvil to try their wits upon.” [7]

     At any rate the first feature of his book is a series or verses which he describes in his characteristically metaphorical manner as “Certaine Opening and Drawing Distiches, to be applied as mollifying Cataplasmes to the Tumors, Carnosities, or difficult Pimples, full of matter, appearing in the Authors front, conflated of Stiptike and Glutinous Vapours arising out of the Crudities : The heads whereof are particularly pricked and pointed out by letters for the Readers better understanding.”  If the digestive analogies of his title had made some queasy, the notion of his content as tumors and pimples seems designed to unsettle the rest.

     Though beginning a book with commendatory verses was a common convention, here the praise is ironic at best.  The tone of mockery is evident from the first couplet in a group described as “an explication of the emblems of the frontispiece” attributed to Laurence Whitaker.

 

First, th' Author here glutteth Sea, Haddocke and                Whiting

With spuing, and after the world with his writing.       

      (xv)                                                                                    

 

A second group of rhymes providing humorous commentary on the title page is signed by Ben Jonson.  One concerns the Venetian affair illustrated on the title page.

 

 A punke here pelts him with egs. How so?

For he did but kisse her, and so let her go.     (xix)

 

     Then succeeds a second title page, noting that, in addition to the travel reportage (the “crudities”) the volume contains a translation of “a most elegant Oration” by a certain learned Professor Hermannus Kirchnerus as well as a concluding section containing the “Posthume Poems of the Authors Father, coming as neere Kinseman to the worke, being next of blood to the Booke, and yonger brothers to the Author himself.”  Next follows a six-page dedication to Coryat’s patron, Prince Henry.  In the fulsome manner of such addresses he calls Henry “the Orient Pearle of the Christian world” and refers to his work as “green” and “silly,” signing himself “Your Highnesse poore Observer, Thomas Coryate, Peregrine of Odcom.”

     Next one finds an “Epistle to the Reader” signed T. C. “The Odcombian Legge-stretcher” teeming with Latin tags and seeking to justify his publishing “the abortive fruits of my travels” (7). 

     Then comes a sketch of “the Character of the Author,” now called “Odcombian, or rather Polyptopian” by Coryat’s “charitable Friend” Ben Jonson who calls him an “odde Joviall Author” (19) and teases him gently: “He is alwaies Tongue-Major of the company, and if ever the perpetuall motion be to be hoped For, it is from thence.” (18)  Jonson concludes with an exercise in ingenuity, an acrostic spelling Coryat’s name.

     The reader is still remote from the start of the book proper to reach which it is first necessary to make way through a hundred and seven pages of “encomiastick and panegyrick Verses” by fifty-five poets including Ben Jonson, John Donne, Inigo Jones, and Sir John Harington [7], preceded by an introduction which boasts that such a collection of blurbs constitute “a great multitude of Verses as no booke whatsoever printed in England these hundred years” (20).  Many of the tributes seem little like praise, and Coryat drily comments that many had felt free to make “free and mery jests” to such an extent that he must ask that the reader “to suspend thy censure of me till thou hast read over my whole booke.” (21)  He pleads that the prince himself had mandated these tongue-in-cheek tributes which cast the entire work in an ironic light.

     The tone of many may be evident from the first, its writer concealed behind a Greek pseudonym, which says that grammarians “stand in feare” when they hear his “uncouth” coinages (22).  He seemed to his courtly peers an odd man out.

    

His name is Coryate I wis,

But whether he be flesh or fish,

I cannot yet decide.    (23)

 

Several make jokes about his weight [9].  Lewes Lewknor mentions that, during the five months Coryat spent writing the book “he seldome changed his shirt or shoes” (28).

     Some of the poetry is remarkable enough in other ways.  Donne contributed a macaronic poem using no less than five languages (39).  Laurence Whitaker contributed bits in both Latin and French (40-43), Hugo Holland in Greek and Italian (43-44), Joachim Vadian (Glarianus Vadianus) in Spanish, Italian, French, and Latin.  Several poems, those by Peacham, Glareanus Vadianus (tentatively John Sanford), and Hoskyns approach nonsense.

     An essay “In Praise of Travel” by the German poet and lawyer Hermann Kirchner is next included in which travel (like poetry) is said to provide both “incredible utility” and “admirable sweetness.”  There is, he says, “no nearer way to the attayning of true wisedome” (123).  The traveler is “of a facill nature, modest, courteous, loving, gentle, kind in entertainment, and by the very bent of vertue inclined to good discipline,” (131).  Travel is in fact our very nature since “surely all living creatures that are to be found in this most wide and vast world are delighted with running abroad & free motion.” (141)

     The patient reader has, after this learned disquisition, still not reached Coryat’s account of his travels.  An “Elogie of the Booke” by Laurence Whitaker is the next feature, included by Coryat “though the Author thereof be disposed in some places to be merry with me.” (149)  Indeed Whitaker notes that, though in “this garment were found some rent, in this garden some weeds, in this ship some trash” there is yet in it “no disgrace” (150).

     Then succeeds the actual book, but the apparatus is not yet exhausted.  At the end is appended the Latin poems, by George Coryat, the author’s father, which have no relation tom the rest of the volume apart from the fact that some describe English, Scots, and Irish scenes. 

     As the book was privately published under the patronage of Prince Henry, he and the author presumably had control over the contents, but they may not have entirely agreed.  Coryat mentions that he had preferred to omit a good many of the “encomiastick” verses but the great lord “gave me a strict and expresse commandement to print all” (21).  Much of the poetry as well as Jonson’s “Character of the Author” and Whitaker’s “Elogie” depend on Coryat as a comic figure, yet this is not the sole appeal of the substantial added elements which do indicate his acquaintance with prominent figures of the court as well as (in Kirchner’s essay) a serious apologia for recreational travel.  

     The use of a variety of languages and of elaborate conceits is exhibited throughout the book.  To illustrate the playful tone and ingenious use of metaphor as well as Coryat’s own self-mocking rhetorical play a single passage from Coryat’s first page relating his seasickness on the crossing will suffice.

 

 

I had varnished the exterior parts of the ship with the excrementall ebullitions of my tumultuous stomach, as desiring to satiate the gormandizing paunches of the hungry Haddocks {according as I have hieroglyphically expressed it in the front of my booke) with that wherewith I had superfluously stuffed my selfe at land, having made my rumbling belly their capacious aumbrie.” (152)

 

That final word, which denotes a storage place or cupboard, particularly in a church, is an example of Coryat’s fondness for out-of-the-way words and neologisms such as hyperaspist, refocillated, and tatterdemalion. 

     There is indeed a certain leisurely relaxation to Coryat’s prose.  As Chapman’s tribute notes, “Here is not stifled much stuffe in few wordes;/ His little matter many lines affordes.” (72)  His delight in lush verbiage, so familiar to readers of Shakespeare, recalls the ancient and medieval figure of amplificatio, the restatement of a given idea multiple times, weaving what was thought a sumptuous texture, but would now seem tedious to many.  A similar taste underlay Euphuism, and later Baroque and rococo ornamentation [10].

     Like his elaborate syntax and his references to Classical literature and history, these lexical choices contribute to representing Coryat as a particular type of the comic character, the slightly absurd oddball professor [11].  The introductory materials reinforce this role, allowing the reader to identify with his presumably normative critics even before the first word of the text proper.  Apart from the comic stereotype, the very profusion of classical allusions, bookish vocabulary, and figurative language creates a high-spirited ludic verbal texture.  Keeping up with the often oblique signification becomes an entertainment in itself, something like constantly working crossword puzzles or rebuses.  Subject to a whirl of images and words, the reader exercises his hermeneutic abilities recreationally, exhilarated with the richness of the world and the language, while all the time maintaining the distance that allows for comedy.  We are like Coryat, but not to his ridiculous degree, and laughter is the end result.  The book appeals to those with a taste either for travel or laughter, according to one of the introductory verses (72), for both are pure amusements as is, very often, reading, even, might I dare say, reading literary criticism, for otherwise the gracious reader and I would never have met. 

  

 

 

1.  The author’s name is variously spelled Coryate and Coriat. 

2.  Further discussion of the medical usage of “crudities” is found in Katharine A. Craik, “Reading ‘Coryats Crudities’ (1611),” Studies in English Literature, 1500-1900, Vol. 44, No. 1, The English Renaissance (Winter, 2004).  

3.  Also influential was the trip a few years later of Thomas Howard, Earl of Arundel who traveled with Inigo Jones as cicerone and who assembled a magnificent art collection.  The convention remained strong until the nineteenth century when European tourism became more available to the middle class. 

4.  The version reproduced above cannot show sufficient detail, but the image is readily viewable online.

5.  His role was similar to that of a παράσιτος in Greek symposia, a scurra at Roman feasts or a jester in a court. 

6.  Philip S. Palmer, “'The progress of thy glorious book': material reading and the play of paratext in ‘Coryats Crudities’ (1611),” Renaissance Studies, Vol. 28, No. 3 (June 2014).

7.  In A History of the Worthies of England (1662) George Allen & Unwin, 1952,  p. 502.

8.  Harington is the celebrated inventor of the water closet.

9.  See the poems by Henricus Nevill de Abergevenny in which he is said to have a “grievous bulke” (23) and by Henricus Goodier which speaks of the difficulty of lifting him (27).

10.  The rhetorical manuals were often repetitive or imprecise.  Similar figures are sometimes called commoratio or expolitio.  In other countries similar post-Renaissance movements were called by different names: culteranismo in Spain, Marinismo in Italy, and préciosité in France. 

11.  Some might be reminded of Athenaeus or Robert Burton though in these cases the humor is far more understated.  Carlyle’s Teufelsdröckh is a later parallel.

 

 

The Framing of Hardy’s Wessex Tales

 

     Each of Hardy’s Wessex Tales is set in the past, just at the point of vanishing from living memory.  Several are placed in frames with a local resident recounting the narrative as part of local lore.  Those who would prefer a regionalist and realistic author might think his goal was to preserve vestiges of long Dorset tradition before they vanished altogether, and indeed Hardy does include certain geographically and historically specific details: the fear of a French invasion, the domestic manufacture of mead, and the coastal practice of smuggling, for instance.  Yet the stories’ appeal seems almost entirely elsewhere.  Though Hardy is generally considered a realist, this distancing is part of a contrary tendency.  Hardy’s unlikely short story plots favor heavy dramatic ironies and conclusions colored by his characteristic pessimism far more than they do the convincing reporting of detail.

     What is bleak in his narrative world, though, is in part occluded by the retrospective view, as nostalgia colors the narration.  His tone is further warmed in the framed tales by the pretense that the stories are being told, as in Gogol’s Evenings on a Farm Near Dikanka or ghost stories told around a campfire, in an intimate social setting, simply to pass the time.  The irony, poetic justice, and, in some cases, surprise endings provide reader satisfaction in spite of the darker implications of Hardy’s world-view.

     “The Three Strangers” does present a vivid vignette of country life in the shepherd’s celebration of his growing family as well as implying certain assumptions about local conditions with the shocking harshness of penalties for arson and yet the suggestion that the hayrick burning may have been motivated by partisanship for the poor and thus to some extent supported by the population.  There is gentle humor in the host’s happy hospitality and the guarded frugality of his wife and, though the hangman plays a role, he is cheated of his victim. 

     Yet the principal impact of the story depends on unlikely coincidence and heavy dramatic irony.  The fact that a condemned prisoner and his assigned executioner are drinking at each other’s elbow unawares is surely the principal plot element that strikes the reader, placing the story close to the ironic twists that please readers of de Maupassant, O. Henry, and Saki.  This story does deviate from Hardy’s modern tragedies as it concludes with the escape of the guilty party, but the tone lingers in the concluding paragraphs with the death (in one case, the aging to “a sere and yellow leaf”) of everyone concerned.

     The slighter ”A Tradition of Eighteen Hundred and Four,” the very title of which alludes to its semi-legendary character, arises from local history, but this supposed glimpse of Napoleon himself doing reconnaissance [1] really has little to do with the wars of Britain and France.  Like “The Three Strangers” the plot turns on a subterfuge, a strategic disguise and the story is told not for patriotic reasons but simply as a small marvel to be relished for its own sake.  When Solomon Selby launches into his narration, it is clearly as a performer wishing to amuse his audience.  He has assumed “his narrative smile,” indicating his readiness to relate an entertaining story, the literal truth of which is of little concern to anyone.   This tale, too, ends by recognizing the inevitability of mortality: for ten years the storyteller has lain “beneath a simple headstone.” 

     “A Melancholy Hussar of the German Legion” is likewise based on commonly known facts of history.  This story, too, clearly depends on dramatic irony and the most unlikely chance of Phyllis’s being misled by what she overhears her fiancé saying and then deciding not to meet her German lover.  Thus the story turns out badly for all and ends, as did the others, in the graveyard.  Hardy is drawn to incidents illustrating the myriad mischances of love in which history may play an accidental part. 

     In “The Withered Arm” his willingness to use superstitious elements to build a compelling story is given free rein.  The “spectre” whom Rhoda seizes, the effect on Gertrude’s arm, and the intervention of the folk healer are all inexplicable in rational terms, more decidedly preternatural than those to which Mrs. Radcliffe’s readers were accustomed.  Gertrude dies in distress, Rhoda survives, though “bent” and “haggard,” and Farmer Lodge lives a solitary life.  The bastard child is another sympathetic convict, one of whom evn the executioner says “if ever a young fellow deserved to be let off, this one does; only just turned eighteen, and only present by chance when the rick was fired. However, there's not much risk of that, as they are obliged to make an example of him, there having been so much destruction of property that way lately.”  This again, apparently, a crime thought to be the work of a radical just as in “The Three Strangers.”  Instead of graves, the story ends with a reference to Rhoda’s “sombre thoughts.”

     Hardy’s characters seem never to be able to sort themselves out into satisfactory relationships.  In “Fellow Townsman” Barnet’s mésalliance is contrasted with Downes’ happy marriage.  When Downe’s wife dies, he is stricken with feeling of guilt and frustration, but then his thoughts turn to Lucy whom he had once rejected as inferior.  As it happens, the more fortunate Downes asks her first, leaving Barnet unsatisfied in another narrative in which love is for the main character elusive.

     Likewise in “Interlopers at the Knap” Farmer Darton is hesitant to marry Sally and, after dithering, selects the indigent Helena when her husband dies.  This choice turns out to be unsatisfying and, after Helena dies, he attempts unsuccessfully to renew his relationship to Sally, but she will not have him then.  Once again, the windings of fate seem not only inevitable but hostile to the protagonist’s happiness.

     In the final story of the collection, “The Distracted Preacher,” a Methodist is sent to a remote town where he is attracted to Lizzie, but their relationship founders when he discovers that she assists the local smugglers.  Here again is a genuine element of local lore and some mild humor at the upright minister’s shock at finding many of his parishioners including the woman who has claimed his interest are complicit in illegal activity.  An endnote following the story informs the reader that the happy ending in which the couple do wed and move away from the site of the bride’s misdeeds was forced upon the author by editorial mandate, though he would have preferred that Lizzie marry “Jim the smuggler” and emigrate with him to Wisconsin which he says is “corresponds more closely to the true incidents of which the tale is a vague and flickering shadow.”  Here, for once, Hardy’s pessimism was overruled by commercial considerations. 

     Hardy might be said to have viewed fate as hostile rather than indifferent as his denouements are so often characterized by frustration and pathos.  The author’s existential anxieties after he had abandoned his Christian upbringing are doubtless an influence as is his ambivalent relationship with his first wife and her death shortly before the publication of The Wessex Tales.  His radical politics may have caused him to feel further alienated.  Life, in Hardy’s view. Tends to deal most people a bad hand.  Art can be in some degree redemptive, as the Greek tragedians knew.  Just as ancient Athenians were reassured by the artfulness in which the dreadful circumstances of human life were portrayed, Hardy knew he could depend on the reassuring conventions of story-telling to please his readers and sell his work.  Perhaps more significantly, he sought thereby to convince himself and his readers that the disorderly and often depressing succession of human experiences must make in the end some sort of sense, even if life ends with death.  Relating the incidents of lived experience can still serve to pass an idle evening around a warming fire with our fellow mortals, and, for the moment, we are diverted, though author, narrator, and readers find themselves all in the same slowly sinking boat.    

 

 

 

1.  I was reminded of the similarly mysterious appearances of George Washington in Cooper’s The Spy. 

2.  His wish to retain some measure of the supernatural is clear is his interest in spiritualism and even in seeking, as some do today, metaphysical solace in the physics of relativity.  Several critics have analyzed the Hardy’s use of Gothic conventions.  See James F. Scott, “Thomas Hardy's Use of the Gothic: An Examination of Five Representative Works,” Nineteenth-Century Fiction, Vol. 17, No. 4 (Mar., 1963) and Thomas Hardy and the Gothic: Restructuring the Gothic Prison in Far from the Madding Crowd (1874) and Negeen N. Nikravesh, “Thomas Hardy and the Gothic: Restructuring the Gothic Prison in Far from the Madding Crowd (1874) and Tess of the d’Urbervilles (1891), Victoriographies, Volume 13, Issue 1.

Traven’s Mexico in The Bridge in the Jungle

 


 

The Original Flower Vendor 1935 by Diego Rivera - Etsy

Flower Vendor by Diego Rivera

 

Numbers in brackets refer to endnotes.  Those in parentheses refer to page numbers in the 1967 Elephant paperback published by Ivan R. Dee.

 

     As a revolutionary exile B. Traven [1] chose like Trotsky and about twenty thousand Spanish Republicans to live in Mexico.  They felt welcome under the progressive administration of Lázaro Cárdenas.  Traven’s attachment to his adopted country was based, however, on his affection for the poor, particularly the Indian campesinos, as well as on a friendly government.  He saw them not only as deserving workers who had been cheated of the fruits of their labor, but also mythologically, possessing a timeless wisdom and a culture more humane and attractive than what he saw in the United States.  Thus his support for their interests rests upon symbolic and philosophic as well as political grounds.

     His radicalism is evident if idiosyncratic.  Bolshevism appears marginally in the narrative though at one point he offers a common sense definition placed in the mouth of a ”ragged” agrarista. 

 

 Communism can be boiled down to one simple formula: give men food, plenty of it, and assure them that they will always have a job.  Keep the bellies well filled and provide lots of movies, admission  one cent, and there will be no more preaching from soap boxes and never any talk about a revolution.              (159-160) 

 

     Traven was far from an ideologue, and this passage contains a bit, perhaps, of condescension, well-earned by his many years in the country, but at the same time it properly emphasizes the material aspect of oppression and the modest needs of the proletariat. 

     In Traven’s view, the campesino’s traditional mode of life, in spite of its material poverty, was closer to his ideals than that offered by large plantations, factories, and modernization in general.  The community remains indigenous in its ethics, unhesitatingly demonstrating its solidarity with the bereaved mother by rallying in  her support with every possible aid delivered with thoughtful discretion.  Their actions are dictated, the reader is told, not by “a cold formula which had been taught them,” but arise rather “out of their hearts” (170), displaying “good taste and delicate tact.”  Those who consider them “dirty and filthy” and their country “badly organized” have spurious values, overrating “radios, Fords, and speed records” while ignoring the peoples’ “hearts and souls, the only things in man which count” (171). 

     He fears in fact that he is witnessing the last days of the old ways and that soon would arrive “Fords, vacuum cleaners, electric refrigerators, air-conditioned grass huts, jungle-colored bathrooms, windmill-driven television, canned alligator stew, and pulverized hearts of young palm  trees” (190).  At present their world-view assures them, with greater confidence than Christianity, that “everything is in its right place” (192). 

     Traven’s affection for the Mexicans accepts their status as members of the working class which should by rights inherit the world, but he is motivated more profoundly by what seems to him their intuitive wisdom.  While denying that they possess magic, his narrator Gales saying “No Indian can do anything more than we can do, and no Indian knows more than we” (140) in spite of the fact that he cannot explain their locating the body underwater with a floating candle, and the reader is in the same difficulty.  The description of finding Carlos’ corpse leaves little possibility for rational explanation.  He thinks that Sleigh’s acceptance of their beliefs stems simply from living among them, yet he concludes that, even for himself, the wiser course is to suspend belief in a sort of enlightened skeptic ἐποχή.

 

I felt a certain comfort in not trying to think things through to the end.  And why should I not have let the whole matter rest?  One lives easier, happier, more in harmony with the universe, if one does not work one’s brain continually about things of which the explanations and analyses cannot make us any happier.   (144)

 

     Here the European’s itch to know is conflated with his constant push after progress, wealth, and power in contrast with the native peoples simply living their lives in a mutual support system.  He thinks that “death is understood by these people” as a “great mystery” (192).  They accept not-knowing as they accept a not-caring cosmos.

 

What does it all matter anyhow?  What does the sun above us care about the dead, about weeping mothers, about funerals, about American foxtrots and hair-removers?  What does it care whether there is genuine culture of faked civilization, whether good music or noise with brass tubes?  That glorious sun doesn’t give a rap about the white man’s dumping the contents of his ashcans over the heads of people he considers inferior.  Whatever woe, pain and sorrow  we may have, real or imaginary, the sun stays mighty and dignified in the universe.  It is a god, the only god . . .  And it never threatens punishments.                                             (193)  

 

     This view that the Indians possess “genuine culture” whereas Gales and his fellow whites have only a “faked civilization” is patently mythological.  In fact Mesoamerican religion was far from indifferent toward morals and did include varied fates in the afterlife determined by behavior with privileges for those who died in battle, special treatment for death by water, and greater challenges in Mictlan for those with less than honorable behavior (though the Mexicans never descended to the barbaric concept of eternal damnation).

     Traven participates in the Romantic European tradition of fetishizing the so-called primitive (2).  A literary convention, this pretense asserting a privileged access to truth for pre-industrial societies is merely a structural artifice constructing a polarity between the supposed good of indigenous peoples and the corruption of the technologically advanced, a reversal of the usual value judgment. The meaning rests rather in criticism of Christian/Capitalist culture than in an accurate description of the campesinos’ worldview.   The author deploys here a rhetorical figure of speech rather than an anthropological claim in the service of compelling storytelling.  Other renditions of the Meso-American indios may offer the insights of historians, anthropologists, or sociologists.  Readers may be glad to have this novelist’s vision though his goals are far from those of a scholarly researcher. 

                                      

 

 

1.  The facts of the author’s life, including name and dates, remain disputed.  The curious could do no better than to have a look at Jonah Raskin’s My Search for B. Traven.  Raskin is the author as well of The Mythology of Imperialism, perhaps the finest work of literary criticism to arise from the radical youth movement of the ‘sixties.

2.  See my article on twentieth century artists “The Fetish of the Primitive in Twentieth Century Art” at https://williamseaton.blogspot.com/2015/04/the-fetish-of-primitive-in-twentieth.html.