It was a new kind of realism that had nothing to do
with photographic reproduction of details. It was a professedly
psychological study that had about as much in common with the
old-fashioned conceptions of man's mental activities as the
delirious utterances of a fever patient. It was life, but presented
in the Impressionistic temper of a Gauguin or Cezanne. On the
appearance of the completed novel in 1890, Hamsun was greeted as
one of the chief heralds of the neo-romantlc movement then
spreading rapidly through the Scandinavian north and finding
typical expressions not only in the works of theretofore unknown
writers, but in the changed moods of masters like Ibsen and
Bjornson and Strindberg.
It was followed two years later by
"Mysteries," which pretends to be a novel, but which may be better
described as a delightfully irresponsible and defiantly subjective
roaming through any highway or byway of life or letters that
happened to take the author's fancy at the moment of writing. Some
one has said of that book that in its abrupt swingings from
laughter to tears, from irreverence to awe, from the ridiculous to
the sublime, one finds the spirits of Dostoyevski and Mark Twain
blended.
The novels "Editor Lynge" and "New Earth,"
both published in 1893, were social studies of Christiania's
Bohemia and chiefly characterized by their violent attacks on the
men and women exercising the profession which Hamsun had just made
his own. Then came "Pan" in 1894, and the real Hamsun, the Hamsun
who ever since has moved logically and with increasing authority to
"The Growth of the Soil," stood finally revealed. It is a novel of
the Northland, almost without a plot, and having its chief interest
in a primitively spontaneous man's reactions to a nature so
overwhelming that it makes mere purposeless existence seem a
sufficient end in itself. One may well question whether Hamsun has
ever surpassed the purely lyrical mood of that book, into which he
poured the ecstatic dreams of the little boy from the south as, for
the first time, he saw the forestclad northern mountains bathing
their feet in the ocean and their crowns in the light of a
never-setting sun. It is a wonderful paean to untamed nature and to
the forces let loose by it within the soul of man.
Like most of the great writers over there,
Hamsun has not confined himself to one poetic mood or form, but has
tried all of them. From the line of novels culminating in "Pan," he
turned suddenly to the drama, and in 1895 appeared his first play,
"At the Gates of the Kingdom." It was the opening drama of a
trilogy and was followed by "The Game of Life" in 1896 and "Sunset
Glow" in 1898. The first play is laid in Christiania, the second in
the Northland, and the third in Christiania again. The hero of all
three is Ivar Kareno, a student and thinker who is first presented
to us at the age of 29, then at 39, and finally at 50. His wife and
several other characters accompany the central figure through the
trilogy, of which the lesson seems to be that every one is a rebel
at 30 and a renegade at 50. But when Kareno, the irreconcilable
rebel of "At the Gates of the Kingdom," the heaven-storming
truth-seeker of "The Game of Life," and the acclaimed radical
leader in the first acts of "Sunset Glow," surrenders at last to
the powers that be in order to gain a safe and sheltered harbor for
his declining years, then another man of 29 stands ready to
denounce him and to take up the rebel cry of youth to which he has
become a traitor. Hamsun's ironical humor and whimsical manner of
expression do more than the plot itself to knit the plays into an
organic unit, and several of the characters are delightfully drawn,
particularly the two women who play the greatest part in Kareno's
life: his wife Eline, and Teresita, who is one more of his many
feminine embodiments of the passionate and changeable Northland
nature. Any attempt to give a political tendency to the trilogy
must be held wasted. Characteristically, Kareno is a sort of
Nietzschean rebel against the victorious majority, and Hamsun's
seemingly cynical conclusions stress man's capacity for action
rather than the purposes toward which that capacity may be
directed.
Of three subsequent plays, "Vendt the Monk,"
(1903), "Queen Tamara" (1903) and "At the Mercy of Life" (1910),
the first mentioned is by far the most remarkable. It is a verse
drama in eight acts, centred about one of Hamsun's most typical
vagabond heroes. The monk Vendt has much in common with Peer Gynt
without being in any way an imitation or a duplicate. He is a
dreamer in revolt against the world's alleged injustice, a rebel
against the very powers that invisibly move the universe, and a
passionate lover of life who in the end accepts it as a joyful
battle and then dreams of the long peace to come. The vigor and
charm of the verse proved a surprise to the critics when the play
was published, as Hamsun until then had given no proof of any
poetic gift in the narrower sense.
From 1897 to 1912 Hamsun produced a series of
volumes that simply marked a further development of the tendencies
shown in his first novels: "Siesta," short stories, 1897;
"Victoria" a novel with a charming love story that embodies the
tenderest note in his production, 1898; "In Wonderland," travelling
sketches from the Caucasus, 1903; "Brushwood," short stories, 1903;
"The Wild Choir," a collection of poems, 1904; "Dreamers," a novel,
1904; "Struggling Life," short stories and travelling sketches,
1905; "Beneath the Autumn Star" a novel, 1906; "Benoni," and
"Rosa," two novels forming to some extent sequels to "Pan," 1908;
"A Wanderer Plays with Muted Strings," a novel, 1909; and "The Last
Joy," a shapeless work, half novel and half mere uncoordinated
reflections, 1912.
The later part of this output seemed to
indicate a lack of development, a failure to open up new vistas,
that caused many to fear that the principal contributions of Hamsun
already lay behind him. Then appeared in 1913 a big novel,
"Children of the Time," which in many ways struck a new note,
although led up to by "Rosa" and "Benoni." The horizon is now
wider, the picture broader. There is still a central figure, and
still he possesses many of the old Hamsun traits, but he has
crossed the meridian at last and become an observer rather than a
fighter and doer. Nor is he the central figure to the same extent
as Lieutenant Glahn in "Pan" or Kareno in the trilogy. The life
pictured is the life of a certain spot of ground--Segelfoss manor,
and later the town of Segelfoss--rather than that of one or two
isolated individuals. One might almost say that Hamsun's vision has
become social at last, were it not for his continued accentuation
of the irreconcilable conflict between the individual and the
group.
"Segelfoss Town" in 1915 and "The Growth of
the Soil"--the title ought to be "The Earth's Increase"--in 1918
continue along the path Hamsun entered by "Children of the Time."
The scene is laid in his beloved Northland, but the old primitive
life is going--going even in the outlying districts, where the
pioneers are already breaking ground for new permanent settlements.
Business of a modern type has arrived, and much of the quiet humor
displayed in these the latest and maturest of Hamsun's works
springs from the spectacle of its influence on the natives, whose
hands used always to be in their pockets, and whose credulity in
face of the improbable was only surpassed by their unwillingness to
believe anything reasonable. Still the life he pictures is largely
primitive, with nature as man's chief antagonist, and to us of the
crowded cities it brings a charm of novelty rarely found in books
today. With it goes an understanding of human nature which is no
less deep-reaching because it is apt to find expression in
whimsical or flagrantly paradoxical forms.
Hamsun has just celebrated his sixtieth
birthday anniversary. He is as strong and active as ever, burying
himself most of the time on his little estate in the heart of the
country that has become to such a peculiar extent his own. There is
every reason to expect from him works that may not only equal but
surpass the best of his production so far.
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