Graustark — Text and Context
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There was a theory in his family that it would have been a decenter thing for him to stop running about and settle down to work. But his thoughtful father had given him a wealthy mother, and as earning a living was not a necessity, he failed to see why it was a duty. “Work is becoming to some men,” he once declared, “like whiskers or red ties, but it does not follow that all men can stand it.” After that the family found him “hopeless,” and the argument dropped.
He was just under thirty years, as good-looking as most men, with no one dependent upon him and an income that had withstood both the Maison Doree and a dahabeah on the Nile. He never tired of seeing things and peoples and places. “There's game to be found anywhere,” he said, “only it's sometimes out of season. If I had my way--and millions--I should run a newspaper. Then all the excitements would come to me. As it is--I'm poor, and so I have to go all over the world after them.”
This agreeable theory of life had worked well; he was a little bored at times--not because he had seen too much, but because there were not more things left to see. He had managed somehow to keep his enthusiasms through everything--and they made life worth living. He felt too a certain elation--like a spirited horse--at turning toward home, but Washington had not much to offer him, and the thrill did not last. His big bag and his hatbox--pasted over with foolish labels from continental hotels--were piled in the corner of his compartment, and he settled back in his seat with a pleasurable sense of expectancy. The presence in the next room of a very smart appearing young woman was prominent in his consciousness. It gave him an uneasiness which was the beginning of delight. He had seen her for only a second in the passageway, but that second had made him hold himself a little straighter. “Why is it,” he wondered, “that some girls make you stand like a footman the moment you see them?” Grenfall had been in love too many times to think of marriage; his habit of mind was still general, and he classified women broadly. At the same time he had a feeling that in this case generalities did not apply well; there was something about the girl that made him hesitate at labelling her “Class A, or B, or Z.” What it was he did not know, but--unaccountably-she filled him with an affected formality He felt like bowing to her with a grand air and much dignity. And yet he realized that his successes had come from confidence.
At luncheon he saw her in the dining car. Her companions were elderly persons--presumably her parents. They talked mostly in French--occasionally using a German word or phrase. The old gentleman was stately and austere--with an air of deference to the young woman which Grenfall did not understand. His appearance was very striking; his face pale and heavily lined; moustache and imperial gray; the eyebrows large and bushy, and the jaw and chin square and firm. The white-haired lady carried her head high with unmistakable gentility. They were all dressed in traveling suits which suggested something foreign, but not Vienna nor Paris; smart, but far from American tastes.
Lorry watched the trio with great interest. Twice during luncheon the young woman glanced toward him carelessly and left an annoying impression that she had not seen him. As they left the table and passed into the observation car, he stared at her with some defiance. But she was smiling, and her dimples showed, and Grenfall was ashamed. For some moments he sat gazing from the car window--forgetting his luncheon-dreaming.
When he got back to his compartment he rang vigorously for the porter. A coin was carelessly displayed in his fingers. “Do you suppose you could find out who has the next compartment, porter?”
“I don't know their name, sub, but they's goin' to New York jis as fas' as they can git thuh. I ain' ax um no questions, 'cause thuh's somethin' 'bout um makes me feel's if I ain' got no right to look at um even.”
The porter thought a moment.
“I don' believe it'll do yuh any good, suh, to try to shine up to tha' young lady. She ain' the sawt, I can tell yuh that. I done see too many guhls in ma time--”
“What are you talking about? I'm not trying to shine up to her. I only want to know who she is--just out of curiosity.” Grenfall's face was a trifle red.
Graustark opens with a weary traveler boarding a train in Denver, a scene that immediately establishes a pattern of movement across borders—geographic, social, and emotional. Grenfall Lorry’s chance encounter with a lady in a dark passageway sets in motion a narrative that shuttles between the familiar American West and the invented Eastern European principality of Graustark. The novel’s structure relies on these transitions, using travel as a device to propel the hero from boredom into adventure. The early chapters linger on the interior of a coach and the fleeting exchange of glances, while later scenes shift to the cold heights of a monastery and the claustrophobic corridors of a castle. This editorial note traces how the work’s architecture—its movement between scenes and its recurring images—shapes the story’s romantic and political tensions.
From Denver to Graustark: The Structure of Departure
The novel’s first chapter, “Mr. Grenfall Lorry Seeks Adventure,” begins with a detailed inventory of the protagonist’s world-weariness. He has traveled everywhere—Norway, India, the Scottish moors, South America, Russia, the Rhone valley, Brittany, Damascus—yet finds himself boarding an east-bound express “with all the air of a martyr.” This catalog of destinations serves not as mere background but as a structural counterpoint: the hero has exhausted the known world, and only the unknown (Graustark) can revive him. The train journey itself becomes a threshold. The encounter with a lady in the dark passageway is brief, but it shifts the narrative from solitary reflection to charged interaction. McCutcheon uses the confined space of the coach to accelerate intimacy, a technique he repeats later in carriages and castle corridors. The movement from Denver to Graustark is not just geographic; it is a transition from a world of familiar sights to one of invented politics and peril.
The Monastery as a Recurring Image
Throughout the excerpts, a monastery appears as a cold, distant sentinel. The princess gazes toward it and says, “It looks so peaceful up there,” to which Lorry replies, “But so cold and cheerless.” This exchange encapsulates the image’s dual function: it represents both refuge and isolation, spiritual height and emotional distance. The monastery is described as cutting “a square corner from the moon’s circle,” a precise visual that anchors the scene in a specific moment of shared contemplation. Later, the princess refers to it again as a “faraway sentinel,” reinforcing its role as a silent witness to the characters’ dilemmas. The image recurs not as mere decoration but as a structural anchor, a fixed point in a landscape of shifting allegiances and hidden threats. It contrasts with the bustling train and the ornate castle, offering a still, vertical element in a narrative that otherwise moves horizontally across borders and through rooms.
Dialogue as a Shifting Scene
McCutcheon often uses dialogue to transition between intimacy and political exposition. In one extended exchange, the princess and Lorry discuss the abduction plot, moving from personal fear to the theory that Prince Gabriel orchestrated the crime. The dialogue shifts register: she speaks of “squalor” and “poverty” in her castle, then of clues and officers sent to Ganlook. Lorry’s response—“I have a theory, a bold and perhaps a criminal theory”—bridges the romantic and the conspiratorial. The conversation takes place under the monastery’s gaze, with the moon cutting a square corner, so that setting and speech reinforce each other. The princess’s line, “He gives me a man to love and denies me happiness,” condenses the novel’s central tension into a single sentence. These dialogues are not static; they move the characters from one emotional state to another, often within the same paragraph, mirroring the larger structural movement between scenes.
The Castle as a Layered Space
The princess offers to show Lorry her castle: “my throne room, my chapel, my banquet hall, my ball room, my conservatory, my sepulchre.” This list is not exhaustive but suggestive of a vertical hierarchy—from public ceremony to private burial. The castle is a microcosm of Graustark’s political and emotional geography. The throne room represents authority; the sepulchre, mortality. The conservatory and ball room hint at leisure and display, while the chapel points to faith. McCutcheon does not describe these rooms in detail in the excerpts, but the princess’s offer implies that the castle’s layout will structure future scenes. The tower, mentioned in chapter titles like “In the Tower” and “From a Window Above,” suggests vertical movement—escapes, imprisonments, and vantage points. The castle is not a backdrop but an active element in the narrative’s architecture, with each room potentially hosting a different kind of confrontation.
Readers attentive to structure will notice how McCutcheon uses movement—by train, carriage, or on foot—to mark shifts in the characters’ relationships and the plot’s stakes. The recurring image of the monastery, cold and distant, provides a visual refrain that contrasts with the castle’s layered interiors. The dialogue often carries the burden of transition, blending confession with conspiracy. These elements together create a narrative that is as much about the spaces between events as about the events themselves.
Reading again how the monastery watches over Graustark like a cold sentinel, I found myself thinking of Atmâ A Romance — Reading Notes—both feel like places where silence holds more weight than conversation. The same ache of distance, the same hush between words, stayed with me long after the pages closed.
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