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The Duel, by Joseph Conrad. Originally published in 1908, this Melville House Publishing edition was published in 2011. (Photo by Mark C. Taylor) |
Joseph Conrad’s novella The Duel was originally serialized in The Pall Mall Magazine in 1908. Melville House Publishing released The Duel as part of their series “the Art of the Novella” in 2011. At just 115 pages, The Duel is a quick little read, and I enjoyed it.
The Duel is the story of two French officers who fight a series of duels during the Napoleonic Era. The first duel starts for the most ridiculous reason: Lieutenant D’Hubert informs Lieutenant Feraud that the general wants Feraud kept under house arrest because Feraud fought a duel against a civilian earlier that day. Feraud takes exception to this and promptly challenges D’Hubert to a duel. They duel with swords, and D’Hubert wounds Feraud. But the dueling doesn’t end there.
The story then follows D’Hubert and Feraud as they fight battles, and each other, across the European continent. If you read The Duel, it’s helpful if you have some knowledge of the Napoleonic Era, and the rising and falling fortunes of the French Army during this period. The Melville House edition doesn’t include any explanatory notes, so you’ll have to do your own research on the battles if you’re so inclined. I’ve read a couple of biographies of Napoleon, which served me well as background knowledge here.
Joseph Conrad was fascinated by the Napoleonic Era, and the literary critic Jocelyn Baines wrote that “His library contained more books connected with this subject than with any other.” This is an interest that Conrad shared with F. Scott Fitzgerald, who was also obsessed with the Napoleonic Era.
The Duel was made into a movie in 1977 as The Duellists. Starring Harvey Keitel and Keith Carradine, who might seem to be unlikely choices to play French Napoleonic officers, it was the debut movie of director Ridley Scott. The Duellists also featured Albert Finney and Edward Fox in supporting roles.
The Duel struck me as a satire of militarism. Conrad highlights the vain militarism by having the duels start for such a ridiculous reason. And the duels continue because, well, they just continue, much as the wars of the Napoleonic Era just dragged on and on. You can blame Napoleon Bonaparte for the endless wars, but you can also blame all of heredity monarchies of every other country in Europe, who hated Napoleon’s belief in meritocracy.
Conrad’s wonderful writing style made The Duel very enjoyable to read. One of my favorite descriptions was of an old army surgeon: “Amusing was his favorite word; but the expression of his face when he pronounced it never matched.” (p.24)
D’Hubert finally meets a young woman who charms him, and Conrad has this to say about his relationship: “The charming girl...had conquered him in the thorough manner in which a young girl by merely existing in his sight can make a man of forty her own.” (p.67)
Midwesterners will appreciate Conrad’s description of D’Hubert’s mixed feelings about Feraud: “He felt an irrational tenderness towards his old adversary and appreciated emotionally the murderous absurdity their encounter had introduced into his life. It was an additional pinch of spice in a hot dish.” (p.68) Although most Midwesterners don’t like having any spice in their hot dish.
Feraud is only suited for battle and is unhappy when the wars seem to be over: “The passing away of the state of war, the only condition of society he had ever known, the horrible view of a world at peace, frightened him.” (p.76)
There are some beautiful lines at the beginning of Chapter 4 of the story: “No man succeeds in everything he undertakes. In that sense we are all failures. The great point is not to fail in ordering and sustaining the effort of our life.” (p.81)
Conrad’s depiction of a lovestruck D’Hubert is marvelous: “always feeling a special intensity of existence, that elation common to artists, poets, and lovers—to men haunted by a great passion, a noble thought, or a new vision of plastic beauty.” (p.84)
The Duel is an excellent example of Joseph Conrad’s beautiful writing style, and it’s an evocative story. It’s hard to believe that it was written 116 years ago.