Adventures in Criticism eBook

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But several years divide the New Arabian Nights from the Island Nights’ Entertainments; and in the interval our author has written The Master of Ballantrae and his famous Open Letter on Father Damien.  That is to say, he has grown in his understanding of the human creature and in his speculations upon his creature’s duties and destinies.  He has travelled far, on shipboard and in emigrant trains; has passed through much sickness; has acquired property and responsibility; has mixed in public affairs; has written A Footnote to History, and sundry letters to the Times; and even, as his latest letter shows, stands in some danger of imprisonment.  Therefore, while the title of his new volume would seem to refer us once more to the old Arabian models, we are not surprised to find this apparent design belied by the contents.  The third story, indeed, The Isle of Voices, has affinity with some of the Arabian tales—­with Sindbad’s adventures, for instance.  But in the longer Beach of Falesa and The Bottle Imp we are dealing with no debauch of fancy, but with the problems of real life.

For what is the knot untied in the Beach of Falesa?  If I mistake not, our interest centres neither in Case’s dirty trick of the marriage, nor in his more stiff-jointed trick of the devil-contraptions.  The first but helps to construct the problem, the second seems a superfluity.  The problem is (and the author puts it before us fair and square), How is Wiltshire a fairly loose moralist with some generosity of heart, going to treat the girl he has wronged?  And I am bound to say that as soon as Wiltshire answers that question before the missionary—­an excellent scene and most dramatically managed—­my interest in the story, which is but halftold at this point, begins to droop.  As I said, the “devil-work” chapter strikes me as stiff, and the conclusion but rough-and-tumble.  And I feel certain that the story itself is to blame, and neither the scenery nor the persons, being one of those who had as lief Mr. Stevenson spake of the South Seas as of the Hebrides, so that he speak and I listen.  Let it be granted that the Polynesian names are a trifle hard to distinguish at first—­they are easier than Russian by many degrees—­yet the difficulty vanishes as you read the Song of Rahero, or the Footnote to History.  And if it comes to habits, customs, scenery, etc., I protest a man must be exacting who can find no romance in these while reading Melville’s Typee.  No, the story itself is to blame.

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