The
writer is an Oxford University scholar, R.W. Chapman (1881-1960), briefly transformed
by history into a soldier. The passage begins his preface to a slender
one-volume edition of Johnson’s Journey
to the Western Islands of Scotland and Boswell’s Journal of a Tour to the Hebrides with Samuel Johnson, LL.D., published
in 1930. Like Wittgenstein, Edward Thomas and Apollinaire, Chapman continued
his literary labors in the trenches. The preface continues:
“But
long weeks of inactivity followed. I had a hut made of sandbags, with a roof
constructed of corrugated iron in layers, with large stones between, to allow
perflation; and here, in the long hot afternoons, when `courage was useless,
and enterprise impracticable,’ a temporary gunner in a khaki shirt and shorts,
might have been found collating three editions of the Tour to the Hebrides, or re-reading A Journey to the Western Islands in the hope of finding a
corruption in the text.”
Chapman
seeks solace in the painstaking labors of scholarship. In a Nabokovian twist,
he footnotes “perflation” to its usage by Johnson in the very text we are holding (p. 72):
“…the harvest is seldom brought home dry, as by perpetual perflation to prevent
the mow from heating.” The passage Chapman quotes, “courage was useless, and
enterprise impracticable,” is drawn from “Thoughts on the Late Transactions Respecting Falkland's Islands,” a pamphlet Johnson wrote during the 1770-71
diplomatic standoff between Great Britain and Spain. In a backwater of the
Great War, Chapman is engaged in a modest effort to preserve civilization. The
preface continues:
“Ever
and again, tiring of collation and emendation, of tepid tea and endless cigarettes,
I would go outside to look at the stricken landscape—the parched, yellow hills
and ravines, the brown coils of the big snaky river at my feet, the mountains
in the blue distance; until the scorching wind, which always blew down that
valley, sent me back to the Hebrides. These particulars are doubtless
irrelevant; but I like to think that the scene would have pleased James
Boswell.”
In
1922, Chapman published The Portrait of a Scholar and Other Essays Written in Macedonia 1916-1918 (Oxford University
Press). In the title essay, a tribute to the classical scholar and bibliophile Ingram Bywater, Chapman contrasts his surroundings on the Salonika Front with the
pleasures of bookish civilization:
“The
graces of civilization and the delights of learning are far from me now. But my
nomadic and semi-barbarous existence is still solaced by a few good books; and
the best odes of Horace, the best things in Boswell or Elia, often awake
memories of Attic nights. Memories and visions, in which gleaming mahogany and
old morocco are seen darkling in a haze of smoke, and an old man in his big
chair by the fire draws forth, for my pleasure and his, the hoarded treasures
of his rich old mind.”
In
another essay, “Reading Aloud,” Chapman writes:
“Elia
preferred to read aloud alone, or `to some single person listening. More than one—and it degenerates into an audience.’ I often read aloud, and oftener
declaim from memory, if I am sure I am unheard. An ode of Horace lightens the
labour of dressing; and on long marches, or quiet nights at the observation
post, I have soothed the aching hours with this harmless anodyne. But all
pleasures are better shared.”
1 comment:
It seems that Oxford has let Chapman's edition go out of print, which is a shame. But I don't know that I'd call it a slim volume.
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