David Johnston's 1973 Ballantine Books cover for Orlando furioso
- not the version I read.
A gently sinuous line, superimposed like the orbit of a
satellite over a map[i] of
the continents, traces the travels of Ruggiero, a courageous knight errant,
who, a millennium before the first manned spacecraft, rides astride the back of
a flying hippogryph, a winged half-lion, half-horse, to survey the world from Spain
to China, from Japan to Paris. This voyage is but one of the many delightful surprises
in Ludovico Ariosto’s 16th century poem, Orlando furioso, and
its deliberate internationalism but one remarkably modern element in Ariosto’s lightly
satirical world of starkly bold, memorable characters; codes of courtesy and
dignity; rich inventiveness; and philosophical musings on aspects of love. Across
the entirety of its 39,000 lines, Ariosto’s work is unflaggingly fresh,
good-hearted, and supremely entertaining.
The sheer ambitiousness of the poem - Voltaire referred to it
as “The Iliad, The Odyssey and Don Quixote all rolled into one” - creates an
immense panorama of the 9th century world in which Ariosto situates
most of the action. At the historical heart of Orlando furioso is the
battle to defend Charlemagne’s Christendom against the onslaught of Moors and
Saracens, with depictions of key confrontations including the siege of Paris
and the decisive battle at Poitiers. The poem ranges widely geographically and
even, beyond Ruggiero’s stratospheric travels, to the moon. Ariosto also cuts
broadly across cultures, amplifying and playing with hand-me-down versions of Anglo-Saxon,
French and Italian romances and an enormous cast of historical and mythological
figures from Greek gods to African kings, from Tristan and Iseult to the
Arthurian legends, from the Icelandic sagas to Marco Polo’s travels. A glossary
of locations and characters in the Oxford Press edition I read runs to nearly
60 pages. Christians from all corners of Europe, Saracens and Moors from North
Africa and the Middle East, Indians, Nubians, Ethiopians, central Asians,
Circassians, Nordic and Chinese princesses (Orlando’s great love, Angelica, hails
from Cathay) - all come together here. Tales of courtly love, knightly
challenges, and fierce battles of a frequently gruesome realism entwine with
acts of magic, supernatural feats, enchanted castles and hideous sea serpents, and
deliriously imaginative inventions. In addition to the lightening-fast flying
hippogryph, there’s a cornucopia of magical arms, adornments and devices: a
shield so brilliant that it temporarily blinds any who look at it; a horn that
produces such a terrifying sound that even the bravest knights flee in terror;
books of spells; a ring that deflects any and all magic; a castle that causes
all who enter to perceive illusions.
The narrative centers on a primary cast of heroes and
heroines joined by love and/or blood: Orlando, Ruggiero, Rinaldo, Marfisa,
Bradamant, Astolfo. Though the title implies
Orlando’s centrality, he’s absent for much of the book, although his frenzy,
the “furioso” of the title, indeed occupies its heart. Bereft of his senses due
to complications of unrequited love, Orlando roams the world stark naked and
filthy, attacking people at random and “lost to himself.” Fortunately for the
fate of the western world, his friend Astolfo journeys to the moon, where all
things lost on earth are to be found in a dizzying diversity of new guises,
including an enormous mountain of liquid brains contained in vials. Here Astolfo
locates Orlando’s lost wits (in a vial conveniently labeled “The wits of Orlando”),
and returns them to Earth, but not before remarking the stupefying number of
vials of partial wits, including some of his own, and more surprising, those of
others on earth whom Astolfo mistakenly “had credited with having all their
wits about them.”
The narrative style of Orlando furioso is both linear
and divergent. After opening each of the poem’s 46 cantos with a philosophical
reflection, usually on love, the narrator weaves together disparate narrative
threads, periodically stopping mid-action to pick up another strand or
apologize for a digression, always concluding each canto with a teaser that politely
asks the reader to stick around for the next episode, and even, in one instance,
suggesting that readers “skip this canto: it is not essential – my story is no
less clear without it.” One almost wishes that all narrators could be so
considerate. Despite the spacious immensity of the work and its nearly
innumerable characters, Orlando furioso retains an intimacy thanks to
this graciousness and amiability of its narrator (qualities shared by the
narrator of Alessandro Manzoni’s The Betrothed some three centuries
later). This thoughtfulness extends to the narrator’s acknowledging within the
poem its many sources, particularly the historian Turpin, and occasionally
admitting of and apologizing for lack of more precise knowledge of the events being
reconstructed, a degree of humility refreshingly conveyed in the narrator’s
aim:
He who travels far afield beholds
things which lie beyond the bounds of belief; and when he returns to tell of
them, he is not believed, but is dismissed as a liar, for the ignorant throng
will refuse to accept his word, but needs must see with their own eyes, touch
with their owns hands. This being so, I realize that my words will gain scant
credence where they outstrip the experience of my hearers./Still, whatever
degree of reliance is placed on my word, I shall not trouble myself about the
ignorant and mindless rabble: I know that you, my sharp, clear-headed listeners
will see the shining truth of my tale. To convince you, and you alone, is all
that I wish to strive for, the only reward I seek.
**
A work with as grand and rich a scope as Orlando furioso
can hardly be encompassed briefly, so I’ll just note two elements of the poem I
especially appreciated: the manner in which Ariosto creates a remarkably
tolerant and open-minded ethos around prescribed codes of behavior, and the
poem’s notable feminism.
The code of honor that permeates Orlando furioso
reveals itself in a myriad of guises. One is the priority given to individual heroism
and character over cultural or even religious persuasion. The principals in the
poem hail from different lands and different religious traditions. Ruggiero
fights on the side of the Sultan, for instance, and though the ostensible moral
core of the work may rest with the triumph of Christendom, Ariosto often celebrates
the personal virtues of Christians and Muslims alike; by contrast, the larger
theological battle is treated almost incidentally. Many times, out of personal
loyalties and obligations, his characters fight for parties on opposite sides
of their own ideologies. Only in the poem’s final pages are religious
allegiances rather hurriedly herded into line by Charlemagne’s victory.
For all the considerable blood-splattering that occurs - for
a work so spry and comical in tone, an awful lot of heads and limbs go flying -
the narrator repeatedly distinguishes between honorable battle and the waste
and horror of useless conflict. On a pilgrimage to Jerusalem, Astolfo is struck
by Christian shrines having been “usurped by impious Moors” while “Europe is in
arms and aches to do battle everywhere except where battle is needed.” Though
there are terrible scenes of butchery on the battlefield, these contrast with
the many honorable confrontations that consist of one-on-one challenges of arms,
frequently instigated simply to test one’s skills and with no small amount of
gaiety. As often as not, such clashes culminate in agreement by the adversaries
to halt for the night and resume the next morning after passing a pleasant
evening of convivial dining and drinking. Under chivalric governance, requests
to participate in more critical battles such as the defense of Paris or other
exigencies interrupt some of these fights. Valor and fairness are utmost in
importance, and some 500 years before the Geneva Conventions, Ariosto’s
narrator recognizes that not all is fair in war. This is most powerfully
demonstrated in a ferocious “aside” concerning the invention of firearms:
Wicked, ugly invention, how did you
find a place in human hearts? You have destroyed military glory, and
dishounoured the profession of arms; valour and martial skill are now
discredited, so that often the miscreant will appear a better man than the
valiant. Because of you no longer may boldness and courage go into the field to
match their strength./ Many a baron, many a knight now lies in earth, and so
shall many more on your account, before this war is ended which has brought
tears to all the world but most of all to Italy. I have said it, and I speak no
lie: the man who invented such abominable contraptions was crueler by far than
all the most evil of evil geniuses the world has known./ To his eternal
punishment I believe that God must shut his cursed soul away in the blindest
depths of hell, with Judas the accursed.[ii]
These codes, which extol personal courage and prowess,
respect and tolerance, and a strong sense of justice, reveal Orlando furioso’s
unabashed (albeit not entirely secular) humanism; despite the narrator’s
frequent invocation of God, Christ is almost completely absent from the poem.
Combined with the unusual universalism of the poem - a work in which, with a
palpable poignancy, one can look back from the moon and just descry the
“unilluminated” Earth – the qualities exalted by the narrator infuse the poem
with an astonishing freshness and forward-looking modernity.
**
The poem’s feminism is another aspect of this freshness and
modernity. Samuel Butler, in his 1897 book The Authoress of the Odyssey,
argued that Homer’s epic had been written by a woman, but save for the
historical record Butler might well have proposed a similar hypothesis for Orlando
furioso. Ariosto’s poem frequently denounces the injustices directed towards
women and contains a memorable cast of active, daring female characters who
challenge and subvert accepted notions of courtly love and of gender.
While Ariosto ostensibly follows the staple pattern in romances
of exalting and idealizing the virtues of women (the male knights errant are motivated
almost entirely by pursuit and defense of lady loves worshipped from afar), many
of the women of Orlando furioso are courageous fighters, astute tacticians
and sexual libertines. Early in the work, a brave knight, after defeating
another, dramatically whips off his helmet, and, with long tresses falling,
reveals herself as Bradamant, an expert in combat. In a later scene, the skilled
woman warrior Marfisa performs the same dramatic trick after winning escape for
her shipwrecked colleagues from a matriarchal “city of killer women,” turned
vengeful and murderous by the wrongs of men, and who send their strongest male
slaves to battle with any hapless captives in a contest for their freedom.
Gender-masking and unmasking recur throughout the poem, with
frequent instances of courageous women mistaken for male knights and other
scenes in which men don female attire when it’s to their advantage. Most
memorably, this last occurs in an amusing passage, reminiscent of Shakespeare’s
Twelfth Night, when Marfisa’s fraternal twin brother assumes his sister’s
identity in order to take advantage of a young woman who has fallen head over
heels for Marfisa under the initial assumption that she is a man, and is then driven
nearly mad by frustratingly unfair rules of behavior that forbid her from
loving a woman. This gender-swapping underscores the narrator’s conviction,
often made explicit, that women are on par with men and deserve full equality.
The poem repeatedly inveighs against this gender disparity, including protesting
violence against women: “That a man should bring himself to strike a fair
maiden in the face or break but a strand of her hair I take to be not merely a
great wrong, but an act wrought against nature, an act of rebellion against
God.” The narrator also underscores the unfairness of men who disparage women’s
capacities and courage, or who would deny them pursuit of their own desires, as
when Rinaldo denounces the double standard in matters of love:
If the same ardour, the same urge
drives both sexes to love’s gentle fulfillment, which to the mindless commoner
seems so grave an excess, why is the woman to be punished or blamed for doing
with one or several men the very thing a man does with as many women as he will,
and receives no punishment but praise of it?/ This unequal law does obvious
injustice to women, and, by God, I hope to show how criminal it is that such a
law should have survived so long.
There is even, in Ariosto’s poem, explicit notice of the way
in which male writers dismiss the talents of women, and are “so eaten to the
heart with malice and envy…that they must also take it upon themselves to
disclose any blemishes in woman…as though the fair sex’s honour would cloud
their own.” The narrator urges “ladies who incline to meritorious deeds” to
“persist in following your bent; do not be deflected from your high calling by
the fear of not being paid the honour due to you.”
**
The broad-minded receptivity of Orlando furioso,
reinforced by the playful bantering tone of its narrator, embraces an optimal
world that celebrates joy, desire, and lightness of heart, one where “dancing
and play-time, and the hours went by in one continuous festivity. Grey-headed
Thought could not dwell here in a single heart, not even for a moment.” Though
such a world may be nearly unattainable in reality, Ariosto has supplied his
readers its literary equivalent, a poem that, with such openness of spirit and
amiable narration, and despite its length, one is sorry to see come to an end –
the kind of book to make much other literature, regardless of period, seem stale,
circumscribed and even retrograde by comparison.
[i] This
map is one of two in Barbara Reynolds’ Penguin Books translation, which makes a
helpful supplement to the Oxford Press translation by Guido Waldman upon which
I principally relied. Waldman explicitly notes that his prose translation is an
effort to focus on sense more than sound, a way of maneuvering around the
plethora of rhyming word endings in the original Italian ottava rima. Reynolds’ attempt to keep to the rhyme scheme for
Orlando’s 39,000 lines is nothing short of heroic. Switching back and forth
between the two versions proved revealing and rewarding.
[ii] An
interesting speech to bring to the table in a debate with a gun fetishist.
This sounds like quite a ride! Broad in scope but with a sense of intimacy in the style and detail, that's quite a feat to pull off. I really like all the references you've pulled into your review. The gender-masking and disparity elements are interesting, too - I can see why you were reminded of Twelfth Night (it's probably my favourite of Shakespeare's plays).
ReplyDeleteMoving on to another book, how did you get on with Transit? I noticed it on your reading list sidebar...
Thanks, Jacqui - quite a ride indeed, and certainly a work I will return to again and again.
DeleteI may post about Transit soon, but in short I thought it was terrific, another work to add to a growing library of works of fiction about WWII that have struck me as essential. Many thanks for the recommendation!
Wonderful. It's great when you find a rich and rewarding work, one that you want to return to again and again. I meant to say this earlier, but what a fabulous cover on the 1973 Ballantine Books edition! It would be worth tracking down if still available anywhere.
DeleteI'm so relieved to hear that Transit landed well with you. It shows a very a different aspect of WWII, one that I had no real feel for before reading Seghers. I hope you will write about it - I for one would love to read your review.
I've know about that David Johnston cover for a long time, but stupidly never sought out a copy (they're available, but pricey). The Ballantine fantasy series (into which some witty, astute, editor decided to throw Orlando furioso!) features many other marvelous covers. This one actually does a nice job, I think, of conveying the aesthetic texture of the poem.
DeleteI hope I can pull together a post on Transit - it really is quite a stunning book.
What a lovely review, Scott!
ReplyDeleteApropos of the firearms rant, Ariosto, an ambassador, was a witness of the Battle of Ravenna (1512), part of the war between the Pope Julius II and Louis XII of France; in that battle the French unleashed the greatest cannonade recorded up to that time, killing thousands. It is believed the carnage he saw firsthand influenced his horror and condemnation of firearms and artillery.
Thanks, Miguel! I was not aware of the Battle of Ravenna connection, but that would certainly explain the fierceness of Ariosto's indignation in the firearms passage (and in some related passages I did not highlight). I was so struck by the "rant" - particularly in the context of the low level of discourse about firearms currently gripping the gun-crazy U.S. This refreshing angle is simply not part of those arguments.
DeleteThe Reynolds version is a great accomplishment, but it can be kind of numbing. Luckily the froth and foam Ariosto generates keeps things moving. The transitions are the most amazing things.
ReplyDeleteThe meaning of the anti-artillery section is complicated by the fact that Ariosto's patron, the Duke of Ferrara, was an innovator in the manufacture and use of artillery. See his Titian portrait. Leonardo's planned colossal bronze horse got turned into Ferrara cannons, in the Duke's own foundry, if that source is right.
Tom, we need to sort out the Dukes.
DeleteLeonardo worked for Ercole I d'Este, Duke of Ferrara between 1471 and 1505, during which period the inventor planend a huge bronze statue that he never completed because they used the bronze for cannons.
The Battle of Ravenna took place during the reign of Alfonso d'Este, his son. This Duke did melt a famous artist's statue, Michelangelo's statue of Pope Julius II, to make cannons. Coincidentally I also learned this from a Ross King book.
(I stole so much from him for my one-sentence, 16,000-words long chapter on the Sistine Chapel's creation.)
I guess I am just invoking Leonardo as evidence of the importance of the Ferrara cannon-works. They are right there in the castle. It's the second one you mention who was Ariosto's patron and is in the Titian at the link.
DeleteI think.
They were all called Ercole and Alfonso, anyway:
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I think it's funny that the son inherited his mania for building cannons from dad.
I got a lot out of switching between the Reynolds and Waldman translations. The Waldman translation, in prose, is beautifully done, and doesn't have the restraints under which Reynolds had to operate. But it was irresistible at times to see how a certain passage might appear in rhyme. How she managed that for 39,000 lines I'll never be able to comprehend. And yes, the ways Ariosto's narrator moves fluidly from one tale to another are nearly more exciting than the tales themselves.
DeleteEleanor Clark has a thing in her Rome book about statues being melted down for weapons - perhaps the Julius II figure, I can't recall.
And Miguel, a 16,000 word chapter on the creation of the Sistine Chapel? I am really going to have to start studying Portuguese...
Great commentary on this one.
ReplyDeleteI had never heard of this work but it sounds as is it should be more famous.
There are so many elements of interest that you allude to. The emphasis on individuals over the political, social and ideological backgrounds is an idea that seems to have resounding down the ages and now is apparent in our own popular culture.
Thanks, Brian. I think it actually is quite famous, but I too am curious as to why it does not seem as well-known as, for example, Don Quixote or even The Song of Roland, from which it borrows heavily. Perhaps it's because it's one of many works from the period (and before the period) retelling the tales of Orlando et al. I do love that it showed up as a paperback in a 1970's fantasy series!
DeleteDoes the Alcina episode appear in it somewhere? It's one of my favourite operas, Handel's Alcina, and it's seen some extraordinary productions around the world.
ReplyDeleteThe Alcina episode - or episodes perhaps, since at least half the primary cast of the poem ends up on her island - takes place mostly in chapters 6-8, and is really one of the great sections of the poem. I can imagine it as outstanding material for an opera, though I don't know the Handel work. I did just look it up, though, and it appears he based three of his operas on Orlando furioso. Thanks for alerting me to that.
DeleteAbsolutely. Vivaldi also based at least one of his operas--also called Orlando furioso--on Ariosto. And when a woman (mezzo or contralto) is cast as Orlando, it's a kid-in-a-candy-shop type of thing for me. All gender busting madness, all the time. Some directors cast countertenors in these once-castrato roles, but it just doesn't compare.
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