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Sunday, September 11, 2011

Julian Barnes's "Shipwreck": Disaster & Art

Last week in Ann Arbor and again today, home in New York, I thought of "Shipwreck," a chapter in Julian Barnes's A History of the World in 10 1/2 Chapters. I was first introduced to the chapter and the book seven years ago by the writer Eileen Pollack, and I've taught it in nonfiction classes a few times since. Tonight I went back and read "Shipwreck" for the first time in a while.

Barnes published it  in The New Yorker in 1989 as a short story, but it could easily have been called an essay--or a history. Let's call it a story in two parts. The first part artfully but dispassionately narrates the wreck of a French ship, the Medusa, in 1816. A taste:
By misfortune, they had struck the reef at high tide, and, the seas becoming violent, attempts to free the ship failed. The frigate was assuredly lost. Since the boats it carried were not capacious enough to contain the whole personnel, it was decided to build a raft and embark upon it those who could not be put into boats. The raft would then be towed to the shore and all would be saved. This plan was perfectly well laid; but, as two of the company were later to affirm, it was traced upon loose sand, which was dispersed by the breath of egotism.
Before those "two of the company" are rescued from their hellish raft,  a great deal of dying and a fair portion of cannibalism has taken place. It's a masterful, suspenseful bit of narrative history, this first part, but what keeps me returning to "Shipwreck" is the second part of Barnes's story, a sort of making-of documentary about the famous painting, by Géricault, that the wreck of the Medusa inspired.


That second part begins provocatively, with a question that reflects backward onto the narrative history we've just read:
How do you turn catastrophe into art? 
Nowadays the process is automatic. A nuclear plant explodes? We'll have to justify it and forgive it, this catastrophe, however minimally. Why did it happen, this mad act of Nature, this crazed human moment? Well, at least it produced art. Perhaps, in the end, that's what catastrophe is for.
Barnes isn't answering his question here. He isn't saying, Art Justifies Catastrophe. Note the dry tone. Note the indirect dialogue in that second paragraph. Note the "perhaps." He's saying that art is one of the justifications "we" automatically reach for when reacting to a crazed human moment.

The question remains, and instead of answering it directly, Barnes looks closely at how Géricault answered it, examining the famous painting first with an "ignorant eye," then with an "informed" one. It's a brilliant procedural that makes us see anew the famous painting, the making of history, the legend of Noah's flood, among other things, but in the end we come to this:
And there we have it—the moment of supreme agony on the raft, taken up, transformed, justified by art, turned into a sprung and weighted image, then varnished, framed, glazed, hung in a famous art gallery to illuminate our human condition, fixed, final, always there. Is that what we have? Well, no. People die; rafts rot; and works of art are not exempt.
He goes on to illustrate, but I won't spoil the final sentences by quoting them.

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