The American by Henry James

Culture clash…

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American nouveau riche businessman Christopher Newman has come to Europe in search of culture. Not that he’s really sure what it is, nor does he make much attempt to learn – rather he wants to acquire it, with money. It’s the American Way, and Newman’s way tells him that to buy a copy is as good as owning the original. So he finds himself in the Louvre, offering excessive sums of money to a mediocre young female artist to copy some of the great paintings there to adorn his walls. But Newman has also decided it’s time to acquire a wife, and here he wants a true original – a pearl, a work of art. A friend suggests the young widow, Madame de Cintré, daughter of generations of French and English aristocracy. Her first marriage had been arranged by her family, to a man many years older than her with whom she shared no affection, but who was suitable due to his impeccable bloodlines. But now her own family is in a state of financial decay, like so much of the old aristocracy, and may be tempted to sell her this time round for American money. And so Newman sets out to woo her, incidentally introducing her brother Valentin to the young artist.

This was more enjoyable than I expected a James novel to be, concentrating on the contrast between the brash money-driven society of the New World and the snobbish exclusivity of the Old, with neither showing in a particularly good light. Newman himself is a moral man by his own lights, but it seemed to me this was as much because he lacked passion as because he exercised any kind of control. His growing love for Madame de Cintré – she never really became Claire to me – comes over more in the way someone would admire a vase or a painting than a person. But then, she also has about as much passion in her as a vase, so they seem well matched.

The secondary characters – Noémie the artist and her father, Valentin, and Mme de Cintré’s horrible old hag of a mother – are much more fun. Noémie is setting out on a career of her own, a traditional one if not quite a respectable, to work herself up through society by becoming mistress to men of as high rank as her beauty can attract. Valentin is fascinated by her, but has been around society long enough to know better than to fall for her snares. The old Marquise de Bellegarde – the mother – and her equally horrid son, the current Marquis, are snobs of the first water, always on guard to ensure that nothing besmirches their ancient family name. Forced marriages and mistresses are fine, but heaven forbid that they should allow the family to be tainted by the stench of “business” – one has to maintain one’s standards, after all.

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The first half is slow but quite amusing, as James reveals the characters and the society in which they operate. But suddenly it turns, unconvincingly, into a rather lifeless Gothic melodrama when the Bellegardes decide out of the blue that, after encouraging him for months, they really can’t face allowing someone with his background to marry into their family. Will Newman find a way to overcome their snobbery, or to take his revenge against them? It takes an awful long time to find out, and I found that I didn’t much care. Noémie and Valentin pretty much disappear in different way in the later stages of the book, and I felt their loss. Unlike the Bellegardes, I didn’t object to Newman’s lack of culture and blue blood, but I fear I found him a bit of a bore, and Madame de Cintré proved what I had feared all along – that she lacked any kind of independent spirit.

Henry James

I’ve only read a few of James’ ghost stories before, and objected to his convoluted style and ultra-ambiguity. His style in this is much more straightforward, making it more enjoyable to read. His observations of French society are fun, but not particularly in-depth or profound – they very much feel like what they in fact are: the first relatively superficial impressions of a youthful outsider of a culture very different from his own. I felt it required a lot of suspension of disbelief. How, for example, did Newman manage to become a reasonably sophisticated man given what we are told of his background? Why did the family countenance the match in the first place? Why did Madame de Cintré, no longer a young girl at the mercy of her family, not make decisions for herself? I felt James glossed over these questions, where just a little more work would have filled in the holes.

As always, the introduction in my Oxford World’s Classics edition helped to set the book in context and the notes were helpful in explaining unfamiliar references. There is also a glossary of all the French phrases sprinkled throughout the text – very helpful for monoglots like me!

Overall, then, quite enjoyable, but flawed. However, it has left me more willing to tackle some of his later work to see if they avoid the weaknesses of this one, so I guess that means it was quite a successful read in the end.

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18 thoughts on “The American by Henry James

  1. This is such a fine, thoughtful review, FictionFan! And it’s an interesting look at society, too. It’s not just the ‘blueblods’ vs ‘new money,’ either. It’s the role of women in society (rich doesn’t make you empowered if you’re female at that time), and the way marriage is seen. It’s interesting, too, to see how James looks at those at the top of the social tree.


  2. This sounds nice. I haven’t read any of his serious books – just The turn of the screw and Washington Square (which is quite short). I think I could give this a try.


  3. Thanks for another excellent review, FF! I haven’t read this one, nor am I sure I’m eager to, but it does sound like an interesting glimpse into a time and place I’m not familiar with. Doesn’t seem to come down favorably on the American and his money though, ha!


  4. Hmm, not sure. There is something about James’s writing which I can’t quite put my finger on, but it leaves me cold. Theoretically, I know I should enjoy his work as he covers themes I find interesting, but there is something which just hasn’t clicked. I’ve not read him in a while though, so I’ll keep this in mind if I ever feel like giving him another go.


  5. Henry James…someday, someday very soon! Although, I liked the excerpts of a couple of his books including, if I remember correctly, The Portrait of a Lady.


  6. I know I read The Turn of the Screw and maybe (just maybe) Daisy Miller and The Portrait of a Lady. He’s an author I always feel like I should read. Perhaps it’s because Paola Brunetti in Donna Leon’s mystery series is a Henry James scholar and she often mentions his work.

    Your review encourages me to maybe set my sights on a few of his books. I’ll see what my library offers…


  7. Oh, I snorted when I read: “has about as much passion in her as a vase.” Bravo!! Once again, I recall vague memories of reading The Turn of the Screw and Daisy Miller….and I think I’ve got The Golden Bowl somewhere on my shelves. I think my much younger self enjoyed TTOTS, but remember little else. If only I weren’t such a sieve, I could add something productive to the discussion.


  8. I have to admit, after reading something by James (maybe The Turn of the Screw, but I’m not sure), I privately dubbed him The Most Boring Writer Ever. His plots and characters may have some merit, but his prose is snooze-inducing.


  9. “His growing love for Madame de Cintré – she never really became Claire to me – comes over more in the way someone would admire a vase or a painting than a person. But then, she also has about as much passion in her as a vase, so they seem well matched.” 😄 😁😄 😁 Hilarious!
    I’ve only read The Portrait of a Lady by James (not bad), and that because of a college class. I tried to read Turn of the Screw but gave up.


  10. Hmm so is this a ghost story? You mention gothic influences, but is there the work of a supernatural being here? Sounds more like a character/class study, which actually interests me, but the addition of ghosts is always fun too! hah


  11. I haven’t read any James yet but have one (?) coming up on my classics challenge because he is one of those writers that you just feel you ought to try but from your thoughtful review I fear I might only read one!


  12. Having read a handful of his novellas — which I admit I found memorable although rather turgid in places — I’ve yet to progress onto his longer works. Whether I’m in the mood for an extended helping of his treacly prose just now I’m doubtful, but Portrait of a Lady has been lauded enough for me to consider that — in due course! But this review might possibly swing it…


  13. Great review! I’ve only read shorter work from James and that, coupled with your thoughts here, have me thinking he might be an author I appreciate in small doses.


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