{"id":3257,"date":"2010-02-20T01:57:41","date_gmt":"2010-02-20T05:57:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/?p=3257"},"modified":"2016-06-07T16:56:18","modified_gmt":"2016-06-07T20:56:18","slug":"the-clock-at-the-biltmore-christopher-isherwood-i-am-waiting","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/2010\/02\/20\/the-clock-at-the-biltmore-christopher-isherwood-i-am-waiting\/","title":{"rendered":"Christopher Isherwood: “I Am Waiting”"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"I Am Waiting\"<\/strong><\/span>\r\nby Christopher Isherwood<\/span>\r\nOriginally published in the October 21, 1939 issue of The New Yorker<\/em>.<\/span><\/pre>\n
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I’ve been slowly reading Christopher Isherwood’s The<\/em> Berlin Stories<\/em>, which contains Mr. Norris Changes Trains<\/em> and Goodbye to Berlin<\/em>, and I’m surprise, as I frequently am, at how such a great author can slip somewhat under the reading radar — at least, under my<\/em> reading radar. I’m loving\u00a0these\u00a0books, so I decided to see if he’d published anything in The New Yorker<\/em>.\u00a0Turns out, he published two.<\/p>\n
“I Am Waiting” was first published October 21, 1939, a momentous and fearful time for the world.\u00a0This story appeared just weeks after the invasion of Poland. As suggested to in the book titles above, Isherwood had spent some\u00a0time in Berlin in the late 1920s and early 1930s, and he had spend much of the 1930s travelling Europe.\u00a0He was very sensitive to the state of world affairs and to the general anxiety, and he plays with that in this very strange sad story.<\/p>\n
But before we look at that, let’s look at the beginning of the story, where Isherwood introduces us to his narrator and teases us with a vague allusion to the strange content we’ll be uncovering:<\/p>\n
The incidents which I am about to describe are true, but I can offer you no proof — at least not for the next five years.\u00a0By that time you will probably have forgotten you ever read this story. So please believe it or disbelieve it, just as you wish.<\/span><\/p>\n
Today, October 17, 1939, is my birthday. At the age of sixty-seven I am what you, or anybody else, would call a failure. I have no career, no outstanding achievements behind me.\u00a0I have never married and I cannot truthfully say that I have ever been loved, though half a dozen people are, perhaps, mildly fond of me.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n
This is very sad, though many of Isherwood’s characters are sad, and always in such direct prose.\u00a0The narrator’s situation in life is made the more bleak when he tells us who those half dozen people might just be.\u00a0He lives in his brother’s house.\u00a0His brother is everything he is not: he is an energetic lawyer and successful family man.\u00a0His brother is married to Mabel who is “very kind to\u00a0me on the whole — as long as I am careful to be tidy and not unnecessarily visible.”\u00a0His brother and Mabel have three sons who are all married and who all frequently visit — “All these people are well disposed toward me, I think.”<\/p>\n
This seems to be\u00a0developing as one would expect — though in better prose —\u00a0until this line:\u00a0“With reference to the story which follows, I need only add that I have never at any time had reason to believe that I possessed psychic powers.”<\/p>\n
I was not expecting anything like that to enter this story, even though the narrator warned us that we might not believe this story and that there would be no evidence for five years.\u00a0But “I Am Waiting” turns out to be quite fantastic.<\/p>\n
The narrator continues to describe a few occurrences throughout 1939 where he had some sort of foresight.\u00a0Apparently he is actually travelling momentarily into the future.<\/p>\n
No words of mine can describe the strangeness of those familiar words and sounds.\u00a0I listened to them as a dead man might listen to the voices of the living. They were so near to me, and yet so immeasurably remote.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n
When he returns to the present he is invigorated, but there is still something pathetic about him.\u00a0Just look how Isherwood has him describe his experience:<\/p>\n
I was deeply excited and disturbed. Although it still wasn’t entirely clear what had happened tome, I was aware that something had<\/em> happened, something so dimly tremendous that it dwarfed every other experience of my whole life.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n
To me, that is still very sad, for though he has had a momentous experience — travelling to the future is a big deal — he has brought nothing useful back. No one will know he’s even left the present. It is “dimly tremendous.”<\/p>\n
A much more momentous event happens not long after, while he is rummaging around the trunk room.\u00a0After a more violent sensation than before, he finds himself in the same trunk room, only now it is almost bare. After he finds that the door is locked, he begins to panic, only calming himself when he tries to do what he thinks his brother would do. In searching for any resources available, he finds some papers from a magazine published July 1944.<\/p>\n
Only an archeologist can imagine the intensity of my excitement at that moment.\u00a0Here was an actual tiny fragment of the future itself, palpable to my present-day fingers.\u00a0It had been manufactured by men who could answer, off-hand, many of those burning questions which still perplex the wisest mortals of 1939. Shaking with eagerness, I began to read.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n
There is something prescient about the date of the magazine. Indeed, we know that many magazines from July 1944 would have a great deal of information of interest to someone in 1939. And even our failure of a narrator wants to know “Had the United States entered the war? Had there been a revolution?\u00a0What is happening in Europe? In China? In the Near East?”<\/p>\n
The rest of the story is brilliant. I’m sure some of you have more insights on it than I do, so please, offer them up in the comments.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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