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Authors: F. Scott Fitzgerald
Rosemary markets desire. A product of the culture industry, she has at least two fathers, too many selves and absolutely no trauma about it. By responding, Dr Diver shifts allegiance from the integrating interior (the last territory of the private, bourgeois self) to a disintegrative and global image (Rosemary films in Rome and Hollywood, and screenings of her work seem available almost anywhere). Rosemary is publicity, and the changing pattern of desire which she instigates makes a comparison with Nicole obligatory. The two women, one âhard' (dense) and the other transparent, stand at different moments in the history of desire. Veblen's terms still apply to Nicole, or at least to Mrs Diver, but Rosemary requires a new vocabulary. When Nicole's dress and manners provoke others to âinvidious comparison' or emulation, she can afford to ignore it because her âducal' wealth, though regulative of others, protects her from being regulated back. Rosemary, as publicity, stimulates envy but is inextricably tied to the gaze of those who envy her. Under Dick's tuition Nicole achieved self-possession, she grew âhard', âwhole', âcomplete' and anachronistic. Rosemary's self is a number of styles which exist to be alienated from her; like fashion, she is created to earn envy so that her style(s) may be purchased by others.
Walter Benjamin, in his essay âThe Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction', clarifies my distinction between density and transparency, through the distinction he draws between âperson' and âpersonality'. While an actor in a theatre may regulate gesture in response to audience reaction, building a âcomplete' performance over the span of the play, film actors are subjected to camera shifts and editorial decisions which fragment their role. The film industry responds to this shrivelling of the actor's âperson' with an artificial build up of the âpersonality' outside the studio: âThe cult of the movie star, fostered by the money of the film industry, preserves not the unique aura of the person but the “spell
of the personality”, the phoney spell of a commodity' (Benjamin 233). I have my doubts about âunique aura[s]': the Jamesian possessive individual
is
denser than Benjamin's cinematic personality, but both should be set within that anthology of selves which constitutes a history of the identities that culture has recommended. Rosemary is a âstar' in Benjamin's terms. The disintegrative requirements of cinematic capital are as immediate to her as the solidities of accumulated wealth are natural to Mrs Diver.
Rosemary's greatest compliment to Dick is the offer of a screen test, even as âthe most sincere thing' she says to him is âwe're such
actors
âyou and I' (118; italics in source). Her âlove' is gestural and involves careful self-direction, a dance of camera angles culminating in the ultimate movie still. Scene: Paris, a hotel. Enter two lovers, who are to walk up five flights of stairs. âAt the first landing they stopped and kissed.' Each landing is the site of variously careful kisses, until the final âgood-by with their hands stretching to touch along the diagonal of the banister and then the fingers slipping apart' (87). Freeze frame. The example is unfortunate in so far as it implies a degree of manipulation by Rosemary. What I am trying to suggest is rather different: that at spontaneous, intuitive, instinctive levels the system of production within which she works modifies her desire. Take her response to the director, Brady, in Monte Carlo: the director âlooked her over completely': he desires her, and in âso far as her virginal emotions went', she âcontemplate[s] surrender'; âIt was a click ⦠Yet she knew she would forget him half an hour after she left himâlike an actor kissed in a picture' (33). Brady desires the image of her that he might produce; she, in his looks as in a mirror, admires the image of herself remade: âIt was a click.' He has made her; she has bought it. Fitzgerald's terse noun is richly physiological
and
mechanical. Camera (lens) meets body (orifice) in a metaphor whose impertinence resides in the suggestion that desire is a machine. Fetishized and fetishistic, Rosemary is passive; she is pleasured by becoming an image in the directorial eye â an image which may be varied according to market requirements. In her manifestation as screen virgin she should be both penetrable and impenetrable, because to maximize profits she must, like the fetish, be available to all and possessed by none.
Therefore, in Paris, when Collis Clay mentions her âindiscretion' in a locked compartment of the Chicago train, Dick is agonized by âthe image of a third person' coming between himself and Rosemary. However, his obsessionally recurrent question, âDo you mind if I pull down the curtain?' (100) casts him in two roles: as the lover who pulls down the blind and as the intruder requesting blindness. His duplicity conforms to the structure of the fetish within which violation is inextricable from innocence:
The vividly pictured hand on Rosemary's cheek, the quicker breath, the white excitement of the event viewed from outside, the inviolable secret warmth within.
ââDo you mind if I pull down the curtain?(100)
Repression succeeds only in generating phrases that censor as they sensualize: âwhite excitement' and âinviolable secret warmth' point two ways, offering double-sensed messages which dramatize the mental musculature of the recipient of commodified sex. Since the viewer of pictures is stimulated by what he cannot have, innocence fuses with semen (âwhite'), while, like a hymen within a hymen, Rosemary's virginity (?), locked in a compartment, enfolds the mind's eye of the voyeur in its âwarmth'. Nathanael West was to present the contradiction with cartoon clarity in
The Day of the Locust
(1939); his would-be starlet, Faye Greener, though a part-time prostitute, is most typically described as an egg, a cork, a tree and as having legs like scissors â all to underline her impenetrability. When we finally witness her penetration, two-thirds of the way through the novel, she raises a sheet in front of her face and vanishes. It is her last appearance because, possessed and thoroughly witnessed as possessed, she is no longer in the market.
Rosemary lives her body as a series of takes: in love she makes âan exit that she had learned young, and on which no director had ever tried to improve' (122), while âa sort of ballet step' carries her clear of a dead black on her bed (122). Neither move is artificial; hers is simply a physicality keyed to the emergent forms of economic reality. Dick, appearing at the onset of her stardom, offers a brief regression to an earlier though still active social form â an affair of nostalgia for the world of archaic fathers. Though technically the
child of two fathers â military and medical â Rosemary is really the adopted daughter of the new fathers, anonymous, corporate figures who work to establish different modes of authority, protected and indeed naturalized by consumer desires, or rather by consumer frustrations. Possessed, Rosemary is no longer a star. During the final, protracted consummation of the affair in Rome, Dick wonders whether he is first or six hundred and forty-first; Rosemary's assurance that her previous sexual experience has been âabortive' (231) hardly reassures. Dick will never know nor will he need to know, since consummation cancels his desire.
Dick's interest in Daddys' girls is ruinous but revealing. Named for a phallus, Dick as a Diver may only detumesce. The deep structure of the nominal joke contains an absolute impasse. Dick marries Nicole and renders her âcomplete' (166) by way of the solid manners of his âgood' father. But, by standing in place of the âbad' father, he risks repeating the incestuous offence. Dick's answer is to remain hard but not to spend, which returns me to my point of departure. In
Book I
, Dick the socialite organizes expenditure in highly liquid forms while stringently budgeting his own outgoings; Fitzgerald stresses that Dick draws a line between a limited scientific income and the expanding Warren fortune. Both sexually and economically, Dick is split by his desire. Seeking to be the âgood' father inside the âbad' father's girl, he condemns himself to the psychic equivalent of coitus interruptus. I risk riddling, but offer in clarification the curious patterns of articulation ghosting Dick's sexuality.
When Rosemary discovers Jules Peterson's corpse on her hotel bed, Dick immediately thinks of Fatty Arbuckle: his analogy sexualizes a potential scandal which is at that point merely murderous. However, since Peterson lies where Dick, earlier on the same day, all but lay, his blood is for Dick a necessary and scandalous sign of the deathly consequences of his own desired emission. Certainly, Nicole reads the stained bed-linen as evidence of an incestuous release. Scandal is avoided, and the disconcerting sheets
suppressed, only because Dick exhibits control. My associative path is tangled, though not untypical of the novel. Peterson's blood is Arbuckle's semen, and since, by association, it first âsmear[s]' Dick and then Devereux, their emissions too are âpaint[ed]' black and marked for death (124).
A similar pattern occurs when Dick encounters Tommy Barban in a Munich bar (
Book II
,
Ch. XVII
). Dick has taken leave of absence from the clinic; Barban has returned from fighting for the White Russians. Among Barban's companions is a Mr Hannan, who, in shaking hands, accuses Dick of âfooling around' with his aunt, before changing tack and demanding to know why Dick, a stranger, has approached him with a âcock-and-bull' story about aunts. The non-sequitur is sustained when, from the piano, Hannan insists that he didn't say âaunts' but âpants' (216). His wordplay links sex-inside-the-family to the sartorial elegance of Barban and the Russian prince with whom he sits; both wear suits âof a cut and pattern fantastic enough to have sauntered down Beale Street on a Sunday' (216). The suits, although made by a Polish tailor, are all but zoot suits, fashionable among African Americans in Memphis and elsewhere. At which point, Hannan's quick âblack eyes' have created a design sufficient to release Ham from Hannan and to darken all this inauspicious talk of âcock' and âbull'. (The sons of Ham were blackened in punishment for Ham's offence against his father Noah.) None of which might matter much were it not that similar semi-occult linkages surface in the next chapter.
Dick has removed from Zurich to Innsbruck for the climbing: in his hotel garden, in the evening, a woman's figure âdetached itself from the black shape of a tree' (220), breaking the âblack frieze' she made âwith the foliage'. Dick is attracted, wondering whether âstrange children' should say âLet's play' (221). The markers are in place: arousal; a woman rendered a child; ethnic stains among the shadows, with intimations of Genesis as a bonus. Nothing happens. But the next night, after dinner, âhe felt excited, without knowing why, until he began thinking of the garden' (221). Back in his room, and âstill excited', he opens a cablegram from America, which reads, âYour father died peacefully tonight       H
OLMES
' (222). The conjunction of a persistent and textually ill-concealed erection
and the death of the âgood' father would be striking even without the appearance of a Holmes on the scene. The rector's name is a pun on the âhome' that Dick has finally lost, but summons âSherlock', already present in the text via an account of Professor Dohmler's head, which resembled âsome fine old house' (155) and nodded in the style of that arch-protector of Victorian domiciles, Sherlock Holmes (142). Little detection is required to spot a patricidal and poisonous emission, particularly since Dick's physical reaction substitutes grief for semen in an act of controlled purgation, mirroring the very emission that it interrupts: âHe felt a sharp wince at the shock, a gathering of the forces of resistance; then it rolled up through his loins and stomach and throat' (222). It seems barely necessary to point out that during a relapse, associated with the birth of Topsy, Nicole should toy with the notion that her doctors told her that her baby was black (178). Or that Barban, Dick's rampant substitute, should be repeatedly referred to as sunburnt to the point of blackness, becoming a âCo[a]leman' (290), though âwithout attaining the blue beauty of negroes' (289).
Emission and its consequences are, for Dick, dark. He seeks therefore to avoid release while remaining âhard'. Since his position is barely tenable and scarcely tellable, it emerges as a whisper forming among apparently coincidental items whose repeated proximity, one to another, infer a disruptive excitement, an excitement both sexual and semantic. The best gloss I can find for Dick's desire, as it prompts Fitzgerald to occluded exposure, is an observation of Nicole's, given in
Book III
as she measures her growing distance from Dick:
She guessed that something was developing behind the silence, behind the hard, blue eyes, the almost unnatural interest in the children. Uncharacteristic bursts of temper surprised her ⦠It was as though an incalculable story was telling itself inside him, about which she could only guess at in the moments when it broke through the surface (288).
I have tried to âcalculate' the hidden narrative shaping Dick's desire for Daddys' girls. Fitzgerald provides two â Nicole and Rosemary â each of whom may be read as embodying a tendency within the history of capital. As Dick shifts his romantic allegiance from wife to mistress, so, in my markedly parabolic terms, he achieves emission, loses hardness and comes apart in the very flows that he has always contained. Two events are symptomatic of what is generally read as Dick Diver's decline, the death of the Reverend Diver and the beating in Rome. His father's death discontinues Dick's ties with the âsureties' of the nineteenth century; more importantly, the funeral allows him to recognize that severance: âGood-by, my fatherâgood-by, all my fathers' (224). The reader may find in the ensuing return to Europe several clues to fallen paternity. McKisco shares Dick's passage: Fitzgerald notes that he has made a literary name from pastiche, and adds, tellingly, the âfeat ⦠[is] not to be disparaged' (225). Misrepresentation of an original authority can, it seems, be the basis for ânew self-respect'. On the train to Rome, Dick discovers âa miserable family of two girls and their mother' at a loss for a father; Dick immediately stands in â his âpleasure' at enabling them âto regain their proper egotism' is brief and based, he now knows, on âplot' and âillusion' (226). The âego', as underwritten by the father, suffers further damage as Dick books into the Hotel Quirinal in Rome and consummates his affair with Rosemary (only to feel like the Black Death (239)). Quirinus is a god of war identified with the deified Romulus. Fitzgerald's taste in Hotels is less than casual: Dick beds the daughter of the new economic fathers in a room dedicated to a founding classical paternity. As if sacrilege against one deity were not enough, Dick finds the city of papal fathers âdirty', liable to âVictorian dust' (241) and to the âsweat of exhausted cultures' (244), a setting well suited to disaffiliation and to the guilty self-dismemberment which succeeds it. The imbroglio with the taxi drivers results directly from Dick's disappointment at failing to contact a girl in a night club:
She was a young English girl, with blonde hair and a healthy, pretty English face and she smiled at him again with an invitation he understood, that denied the flesh even in the act of tendering it ⦠âShe looks like somebody in the movies,' he said. (242-3)
The pick-up â a commercial extension of Rosemary â is not picked up (though, predictably, there is an âunpleasant' âBahama Negro' at the edge of the scene (242)). Dick punishes himself for his desire by provoking a fight: âHe felt his nose break like a shingle and his eyes jerk as if they had snapped back on a rubber band into his head. A rib splintered under a stamping heel' (246). Dick asks for it, as though to prove to himself the evacuation of his own âintegrity'. In the shadow play of allegory he has cast down multiple fathers and has responded to the delights of the sphere of reproduction; he can, therefore, no longer experience selfhood as an entity. In court he has no option other than to insist that
he
raped the five-year-old girl. By straining to bury the âbad' father and to resurrect the âgood' so that Nicole may be made âwhole' again, Dick's entire professional and domestic life up to this seemingly ludicrous protestation may have served only to repeat the âbad' father's crime. Hasn't Rome, and Dick's commitment to a Daddy's girl whose very existence is wealth's new experiment with untraced channels of expenditure,
proved
that at one level he raped Nicole? My question is at once gnomic and dogmatic.
To clarify: read retrospectively, incest embodies accumulation; read as a projection having a different economic emphasis, Warren's act and Dick's complicity become expressions of accumulation's new problematic â the problematic of self-transgression â whereby energy (in this case sexual) needs to try untried combinations and to multiply selves as a multiplication of markets. Having acknowledged incest, Dick can only come apart multitudinously. The logic of reproduction has it that self-destruction, or rather a systematic revision of selfhood, is integral to the continuity of capital. The bourgeoisie of this phase are ever their own best barbarians; only by putting themselves to the sword, in the form of the advertising-copywriter's pen, can they ensure class longevity. Breakage becomes a structural principle of the bourgeoisie during the twenties and
therefore informs the latent plots and available personalities of that class.
The affair with Rosemary intensifies Dick's dawning sense of his own theatricality. In Rome he assures her âgently' that his own social gifts are a âtrick' (236); earlier on the Riviera, he made a similar declaration to her mother, but then cheered himself up with the phrase âa trick of the heart' (181). The integrative capacity of that iconic organ will not, however, withstand his later, careful distinction between manner and morale. Discussing his own transformation, he tells Rosemary at their final meeting, âThe change came a long way backâbut at first it didn't show. The manner remains intact for some time after the morale cracks' (307). His moral would seem to be: where manners are experienced as mannerisms, âwhole soul[s]' can no longer crystallize from their systematic application.
The degree of Dick's self-knowledge belies the critical consensus which deprives him of an active place in his own fall. The very vocabulary of decline charges an external force with responsibility: critics generally name alcohol, money or authorial autobiography as the prime suspects. However, Dick's knowledge of his own position within a sexual and economic trauma makes the term âfailure' a critical whitewash. Dick neither declines nor falls â he jumps or, more specifically, takes a dive. His repeated failure to raise a man on his shoulders while riding an aquaplane can be taken as an expression of middle-aged vanity or as the nostalgia of a dissolute athlete; however, such readings ignore the pervasive vocabulary of theatre running through the incident. Arguably, Dick's manner of parting company with the Baby Gar is the last act in his release from and of Nicole. Immediately after the event, on the beach with Rosemary and Nicole, Dick discusses acting in what is effectively a gloss on his own recent performance. He promotes a style of âburl
es
que' arising from the actor's compulsive need to retain audience attention, arguing that, since the audience can âdo the “responding” for themselves', the duty of the performer is to âdo something unexpected': âIf the audience thinks the character is hard she goes soft on themâif they think she's soft she goes hard. You go all
out
of characterâyou understand?' (309â10; italics
in source). Dick outlines his own method on the board. He too went âall
out
of character'. Where the audience thinks him adroit (hard), he is inept (soft). Where the audience hopes for direction, he mismanages. A performance of decline is undertaken at some distance from the facts of decline â almost in the style of one of Brecht's Chinese actors:
The performer portrays incidents of utmost passion, but without his delivery becoming heated. At those points where the character portrayed is deeply excited the performer takes a lock of hair between his lips and chews it. But this is like a ritual, there is nothing eruptive about it. It is quite clearly somebody else's repetition of the incident: a representation. (Brecht, âAlienation Effects in Chinese Acting' 93)
Dick's âalienation effect' entails the representation of dissolution so that Nicole may be released to the new forms of money. Earlier, and with intimations of another dive, it had involved a tacit mutual suicide from the deck of Golding's yacht:
his eyes focussed upon her gradually as upon a chessman to be moved; in the same slow manner he caught her wrist and drew her near.
âYou ruined me, did you?' he inquired blandly. âThen we're both ruined. Soââ'
Cold with terror she put her other wrist into his grip. All right, she would go with himâagain she felt the beauty of the night vividly in one moment of complete response and abnegationâall right, thenââ
âBut now she was unexpectedly free and Dick turned his back sighing: âTch! tch!' (294)
Dick âportrays' the suicide pact, delivering this trope from the genre of romance with the detachment of a chess player, and terminating his exposition on two brief expulsions of breath, which caption both the scene and Nicole's absorption in it as childish nonsense. Barban approaches and Dick demonstrates the appropriateness of Nicole's new partner with the pointed question, âAre you rich, Tommy?' (295).
To return, briefly, to Dick's beach workshop on theatre technique â although addressing Rosemary, he simultaneously talks to Nicole:
let's suppose that somebody told you, âYour lover is dead.' In life you'd probably go to pieces. But on the stage you're trying to entertainâthe audience can do the responding for themselves. First the actress has lines to follow, then she has to get the audience's attention back on herself, away from the murdered Chinese or whatever the thing is. (309)
Given that everyone involved has been party to the murder of Peterson, Dick's example is calculated. In effect, Nicole is told that her lover is dead, and that in order to retain her class position (perceived as a relationship with a mass audience) she must avoid response and pursue gesture. Significantly, Dick casts himself as the âmurdered Chinese': his choice of figure is complex, perhaps involving an ironic reflection on his status as disposable servant; it also makes cryptic allusion to his own ethnically stained emissions, while, for Rosemary, hinting that what went on in Parisian and Roman hotel rooms was little more than the hiring and firing of a foreign body. These layers remain peripheral to the main direction of his lesson which, as the culmination of his language of fabrication, reflects his conviction that the social arena has become a stage where audience demand is paramount. In such circumstances, âcharm' and âgrace' give way to mere lying, as the mass market requires of its market leaders only that they surprise and so, through provision of the ânew', continue to lead. Nicole obeys instructions: she turns directly to Barban and to brand name, going âall
out
of character' in order to retain the characteristics of a changing class. She leaves the beach feeling ânew and happy' (310), and âknowing vaguely that Dick had planned for her to have [her freedom]' (311), she writes a letter propositioning her next husband.
Book III
charts Dick's sustained performance of decline, during which he declares himself no longer effective; no longer a centre, an author or indeed a responsible agent of action. All is lethargy, parody and scorn: witness the sustained metaphors of vampirism, Dick's bouts of interior laughter (337) and his final act â âwith a papal cross he blessed the beach from the high terrace' (337). Dick abdicates comprehensively from what he has made, from his familial and professional tasks and, more disturbingly, from what he has been made â a âwhole-souled' (67), integral being.
Nor can he be put together again. Poised above contrary movements within the capital which provides his foundation, he quits the sites which his adoptive class prefers. In no particular order, and virtually all at once, he deserts the psychiatric armchair, the surrogate drawing-rooms, the phallus and even (projecting) the sound-stage. Dick's dive is complete and outdistances the critics. Perhaps âthe old interior laughter' prompted the selection of an aquaplane from which to parody his surname. To push the pun (maybe no further than Fitzgerald intended) Dick does not resurface: without fixed abode or declared destination, his movements after his return to America are quite literally mapped by Nicole, but they are not understood. Symptomatically, he rejects her offer of money and no longer âask[s] for the children to be sent' (338), capital and the family being two of the mediations through which he made himself what he was and has chosen no longer to be.
The problem remains: if Dick decides to quit, and money, alcohol, general dissolution or Fitzgerald's autobiography cannot in any emphatic sense be âblamed', why does he quit? At no point in the novel is his decision directly addressed, an omission that should not produce charges of slack construction or inadequate characterization. The question raises the broader issue of Fitzgerald's narrative technique. Cause passes from persons into objects viewed as metaphors or, more properly, as plot miniatures and encapsulated narratives. Fitzgerald's nine-year struggle with the construction of
Tender is the Night
reflects his fear that story no longer issues from voice, even as action no longer resides in he who acts. Commodity, perceived as having a particular history, becomes the new narrative centre. Things, and characters as their carriers, determine action. Such a view is focused by Marx in his definition of the commodity form: âIt is nothing but the definite social relation between men themselves which assumes here, for them, the fantastic form of a relation between things' (Marx 165). âThings' grow positively hydra-headed as they register a marked shift in the system of production and so in relations between men.
Tender is the Night
establishes that a beach umbrella casts the âshadow of the fantastic phallus', (Deleuze and Guattari 97), which as it falls assumes the restless forms of changing accumulation and
modified manners. The umbrella is typical of the Divers' belongings in that it comes to mean through various human processes. If the meaning of an object is not an idea but a petrifaction of action, things are always and necessarily human: it follows that action may recognize itself in those objects of which it is a part. I have been reading Fitzgerald's perceptual habits through Sartre's
practico inert
; further quotation may help: âThe idea of a thing is in the thing, that is to say, it is the thing itself revealing its reality through the practice which constitutes it, and through the instruments and institutions which define it' (Sartre 50). The
practico inert
is a large constituent of our subjectivity, since it makes up what surrounds us
ad nauseam
, in whose worked matter we learn, almost without learning, how to work. Things so defined operate as a strict but scarcely felt necessity at the heart of human relations: âMaterialized practices, poured into the exteriority of things, impose a common destiny on men who know nothing of one another' (Sartre 179). Sartre would surely concede Marx's point that under capital âdestiny' cannot finally be âcommon' because the interests and actions of those who labour and those who invest are not necessarily at one. Within commodity production, matter is not fully coherent, since it bears contradictory inscriptions and contending futures. Fitzgerald knows that âfolding beach cushions' and âminiatures for a doll's house' are products âof much ingenuity and toil' (65), not the least of it going on in chicle factories and canneries and that consequently, if âtoil' changes, the future latent in cushions and dolls must change. Again Sartre clarifies: â[things] possess an inert future within which we have to determine our own future. The future comes to man through things insofar as it previously came to things through man' (Sartre 178).