Robert Van Gulick's picture of Chinese life, crafted from his own extensive study of China, both underpins and overlays these elegant detective stories. Those inhabiting these stories are truly the inhabitants of the places: walking through the streets, eating at the restaurants, working in the Tribunal, and interacting with all classes of their highly stratified society.
The characters are well developed, from Judge Dee himself to his various colourful assistants and lieutenants, who do most (but not all) of the Tribunal's leg work. Criminals, victims, witnesses, and others along the way complete the fascinating tableaux.
There are references to the various Judge Dee novels at the beginning of each story providing a context within the magistrate's career. Numerous line drawings by the author gently illuminate the stories.
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generally known as "The History of Bestiality." The narrator is
a "renovation worker"--i.e., "sanitation engineer"--at an asylum
for the criminally insane in the south of France. The
institution occupies the buildings of La Poudriere, a former
munitions depot with a stone tower (the powderhouse), which is
surrounded by a large park; the renovation worker occupies one
of the outlying peasant cottages and has a delightful little
sunlit garden. Here he rests from his daily chores, eating
simple but satisfying meals, drinking a variety of wines,
entertaining guests, sometimes smoking hashish, sometimes taking
a hit of [a chemical substance], sometimes enjoying the embraces of a little brown
nurse and every night feeding a friendly hedgehog. His chief
occupation after cleaning the grounds is writing The History of
Bestiality, and his discussions with visitors deal either with
this theme or with the doings of madmen, yet the halcyon air of
the garden lends a pastoral atmosphere to the proceedings, an
idyllic enchantment to recitations of the most zealous campaigns
of carnage in history. Thus paradise, realized here and now, is
contrasted with the hell that has become the wide earth, and the
reading is oddly both horrifying and delightful at the same
time.
Bjorneboe gives more attention to form in this novel. He draws
a series of colorful characters with independent roles, creates
a bit of a ... mystery and devises a mechanism for the
insertion of factual horrors: Dr. Lefevre, the chief of staff,
believes that it is good therapy for residents of the
Powderhouse to deliver and hear lectures on themes that disturb
them. Thus three long lectures are laid out in chronological
order and provide a solid structure to the six-chapter novel,
leaving no gaps, expanses of uncertain time or cessation of
forward movement as in MOMENT OF FREEDOM.
The centerpiece is the second lecture, delivered by an inmate
named Lacroix. It has no title, but might be called "Sympathy
for the Executioner." Speaking from experience, Lacroix reminds
his audience that executioners carry out the will of society;
they are hired for their "special qualifications," paid with
taxpayers' money and approved for their performance. They
execute criminals legally condemned to [end of life] by a court, yet
they are shunned and despised by society. He then bemoans the
difficulty of killing people neatly, especially when they turn
to the executioner and ask for a speedy dispatch. Each method of
execution designed to be merciful, such as long-drop hangings,
beheadings and firing squads, proves to be unreliable, so that
the executed may struggle to live for a long time. For the
executioner these experiences are ultimately debilitating; the
profession brings physical and mental illnesses and often leads
to suicide. Approved by society, the executioner nevertheless
bears the blood of the human race and stands guilty before
humanity and before God; but who, Lacroix cries out in despair,
who thinks of him?
The speech is nothing less than a masterpiece of world litera-
ture, as piercing in its humor as Voltaire's Candide (1759) and
as consistent in its wrong logic as Desiderius Erasmus' In
Praise of Folly (1511). It takes the reader into an extreme
reach of black humor which passes beyond definition--something
way over the top, revoltingly gruesome and wildly hilarious and
close to the quick at the same time. After this, the novel tends
to get preachy, yet it deserves to be read for its entrancing
mood and its flashes of bitter genius. Once again, the work is
beautifully translated by Esther Greenleaf Murer.
As a Norwegian, Bjorneboe did not make his protest against a totalitarian government or even totalitarianism in general, but rather against the common urge to think alike, the herd mentality, the mass mind. His demon was what he called "the guardian type" (the term formynder-mennesket" entered everyday speech in Norway). This is the moral, political or social administrator, functionary or busybody who needs the system, the institution and the boss above him, who faithfully enforces the rules on people below him and ferociously punishes transgressors, mavericks and misfits. It's the little man who can be a big bully, a soul-killer or even, given the right circumstances, a body-killer, whether in an office, a university, or a scientific institution. In Russia they called such men "little Stalins." In America such men (and women) ticket your car, make sure you mow your lawn regularly and--but you know the type.
In the historical figure of Ignaz Semmelweis, nineteenth-century founder of antiseptic medicine, Bjorneboe found the perfect foil for his argument. Semmelweis, a Hungarian physician in Vienna, questioned the medically established definition of "child-bed fever" (a supposedly "non-contagious female disease common to the lower classes") and discovered the true source of the malady--infection from the dirty hands of the high-class physicians. From the moment of that discovery in 1846 to the end of his life in 1867 he was at war with the authorities, the recognized experts, the upholders of convention, who refused to accept his scientific data, to follow his hygienic methods, which eliminated the "fever" in his ward, or even to try washing their hands with the proper disinfectant, and therefore condemned 25% of pregnant women in Europe--hundreds of thousands--to death. The heretic-savior is denounced, fired and driven half-mad, while the respectable guardians of medicine murder their patients. Later Louis Pasteur confirmed Semmelweis' discovery, and procedures were finally changed.
Given this theme, the play SEMMELWEIS (1968) is unusually forceful, like all of Bjorneboe's works, though in the manner of a Greek tragedy the opposition to the hero is mostly offstage. Joe Martin's translation is crisp and efficient, but has irritating lapses of punctuation ("I know, I know Herr Doktor." "Then you should know something about women, shouldn't you Nasi?")Bjorneboe framed the period piece with a prologue and epilogue: contemporary students seize the stage (prologue), present an unscheduled play (the play about Semmelweis) and afterwards encourage the audience to discuss it (epilogue). Since the frame can change with the times, the historical material can be renewed in each country and period, and with it the basic argument. But here the translation drops the prologue, preferring to explain it at length in an introduction, which is strange. Otherwise it's a good job, and the Sun and Moon printing is beautiful. Martin is also the author of an important study of Bjorneboe, KEEPER OF THE PROTOCOLS (1996). The play should be made into a movie.
Class and gender politics are evident, as doctors seem unmoved by the deaths of the poor women who come to the lying-in hospitals. The disinfectants found in the janitor's closet are deemed inappropriate tools for the gentleman professional. Our tragic hero Semmelweis and the unfortunate patients are undone by the physicians' refusal to simply wash their hands - or even to engage in the scientific experiment of determining if such an act could make a difference in hospital mortality rates.
Martin's lively translation conveys the excitement and despair of this story of misunderstood genius. Bjørneboe himself deserves high praise for bringing this tale to life for modern readers, and for casting more light on our own human condition.
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