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Down There On a Visit

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After A Single Man, this is my favorite Isherwood book. The four stories interconnect in several fascinating ways. They say a lot about the passage of time, about European history and Isherwood's personal history. They also say plenty about various forms of detachment. In fact, "Variations on Detachment" could be the book's sub-title. Isherwood has a way of gently underscoring the precariousness of being gay during a more repressive time in Western culture. "Mr. Lancaster" and "Paul" were the most moving sections in this regard. Throughout, Isherwood writes in clear, clean prose. It may sound like I'm reaching for a simile but as I was reading this book, I felt like I was drinking fresh spring water.

When I was fortunate enough to find several Christopher Isherwood hardcovers in a used book store shelf-clearing sale, I thought that perhaps 'Down There' would be one of the last that I read, due to it being a four-part 'novel' where the stories have the common thread of the protagonist being narrator. I have never been a great fan of what I deem 'short stories'.

However, there are far more threads to weave the tales together of this fine example of why Isherwood was one of the most highly regarded authors of his time, and why his works endure to this day.

An observation of various stages in his own life, the 'narrator' at times seems an entirely autonomous character from the protagonist, as his wisdom, experience, and reflection are so evident in the way he describes four important chapters in his life. The youth becomes the adult, the adult becomes the observer, and the observer becomes the chronicler in this caring, thoughtful memoir.

Isherwood's four observances begin with 'Mr. Lancaster'...a portrait of an encounter with a gruff, abrasive man who Chris visits, reluctantly..and teaches him that appearances are not all that they might seem.

'Ambrose,' the second section, concerns a summer in the Greek Isles as Chris finds freedom to express his hidden desires while basking in the warm sun, and living in the near seclusion of an island setting with little distractions, but plenty of experiences to shape his young adulthood.

'Waldemar,' the third novella, follows Christopher's adventures in Germany, as he immerses himself into a foreign culture, and finds that some experiences, some people, some situations are universal, no matter where you roam, and sometimes the masks we wear, daily, are all too similar, no matter what the circumstances.

'Paul,' the culmination of the work, follows Christopher's encounters with a seemingly rootless, care-free acquaintance as he floats from experience to experience, and then asks to share in Christopher's Hindu teachings, before enlisting in the service. Christophers finds himself in a more care-taking role at this stage of his life, as he bails Paul out of situation after situation, and learns how to be a true friend, without expectations, without thought of self, and therefore without, many disappointments that can come with those who occasionally let us down in our lives.

An excellent read, cover to cover, 'Down There' is as fine a work as any other Isherwood offerings, and certainly one to explore for any fan of his works.

A great bit of writing- I will definitely track down some of Isherwood's other novels, especially his Berlin stories. In some ways this book resembles a fast forward version of Anthony Powell's Dance to the Music of Time (though most of Isherwood takes place outside of Britain)- he describes interesting, often eccentric characters in his life from the 1930s to 1950s and reveals their evolution, sometimes from wild to sane and a bit dull (Waldemar) to thoroughly insane and tragic (Paul). Isherwood observes the people around him and stays aloof, but often makes some incomprehensible decisions to get deeply involved with the most troubled characters- for instance I never did understand why he gave all that money to Paul, who was a sad guy, but a complete loser who was never going to give Isherwood anything more than he gave any of his other johns- yet Isherwood never seems to acknowledge his own dysfunction or what he learned about himself from the experience. This made the book a little hard to relate to at times. Anyway, read it for the great writing and character sketches, and if you like it, read Anthony Powell.

These very interesting vignettes describe a lifestyle, morality, and time that seems remote and long ago--far from the mainstream lives of most readers. Recollecting portions of his own life, Christopher Isherwood, also an early gay rights activist, creates readable chapters, through his own subjective observations, that focus on personality, style, wit and seriousness of the characters. These are his own observations of the varied eccentrics he was fortunate enough, or talented enough, to cultivate and survive with during his life, some of them popping in and out from decade to decade. The first story, Mr. Lancaster details a visit with a prosaic distant relative after he, Isherwood, having just published his first novel and full of youthful hubris, has only disdain for the bourgeois accomplishments of this relative, a successful businessman. It is a poignant story of the perception of youth of the old order, a strong vision of the adolescent mind, although talented, observing fatuous old age. What is interesting is the parallel between Isherwood's rather self-satisfied inner experience and the older relatives also complacent sense of superiority. A second story is called Ambrose, and is the tragicomic tale of of a man living remotely on an island, wealthy and with many diversions, but scarred by prejudice and hostility during his years at Cambridge. The next story Paul has a Capote-esque quality--about a lively, international personality who was also essentially a male prostitute--his liveliness, his exotic adventures, and then his decline, addictions, occasional redemption through spirituality and abstinence from drugs, and finally his premature death from heart failure in the midst of a party. The stories are heartfelt, sophisticated, evocative, and by turns tragic and funny--and sadly somewhat difficult to obtain. Damon LaBarbera, PhD