Long earlier than he wrote Well-known Blue Raincoat or Final 12 months’s Man, Leonard Cohen already knew – with painful exactness – who he wished to be. In a brief story relationship from 1957, collected right here for the primary time, he particulars his 13-year-old self’s “heroic imaginative and prescient” of a charismatic future persona: “I used to be a person within the middle-twenties, raincoated, battered hat pulled low above intense eyes, a historical past of injustice in his coronary heart, a face too noble for revenge, strolling the evening alongside some moist boulevard, adopted by the sympathy of numerous audiences.”
Swap in “mid-70s”, take off the raincoat to disclose the natty swimsuit beneath, transport the life-bruised man from moist boulevard to centre stage, and behold the Cohen I noticed carry out in 2008, every part the 13-year-old Leonard might need wished for.
A Ballet of LepersisCohen’s rediscovered first novel (at 112 pages, it’s extra a novella), accompanied by 16 brief tales. Starting from an unvarnished journal entry to an intergalactic Twilight Zone episode, they arrive throughout as an endearingly ragtag bunch of tryouts. For the Cohen obsessive, there are fascinating glimpses into his self-fashioning. On virtually each web page, you will discover a picture that later blossomed in certainly one of his songs. A jazz hipster character remarks: “You’re the one to speak, poet man, along with your slim obscure volumes, thick as a forest, with breasts and thighs.”
There are attribute one-liners: “One factor is bound: I understand how to loosen up in a tub.” And virtually all of the tales function a Cohen alter ego having romantic hassle. In her biography, I’m Your Man, Sylvie Simmons describes these fictions fantastically as “stacked up like mirror-lined Leonard Cohen dolls reflecting, and deflecting, advert infinitum”. One of the best of them, a trio anatomising the small, perverse life of 1 Mister Euemer, escapes this hell of self-reflection. Right here, the straining after an existential profile lets up and Cohen writes extra like a Montréal Maupassant: twisty however deeply affecting.
If there’s a central theme to this era in Cohen’s work, then it’s violence – bodily and emotional violence, however extra particularly violence in opposition to girls. And it's the arrival of a grasp of violence that kicks off the motion of A Ballet of Lepers. Like many of the brief tales, it’s set in mid-Nineteen Fifties Montréal. The primary sentence remembers the opening of Albert Camus’ L’Étranger. Camus has “Right now, mom died.” Cohen has “My grandfather got here to reside with me.” However much more than his existentialist contemporaries, Cohen appears to be riffing on Dostoevsky’s Notes from Underground (“I'm a sick man … I'm an offended man. I'm an unattractive man”). Ugliness abounds, from the intentionally grotesque title onwards: ugly feelings, ugly actions.
Earlier than the grandfather has even left the prepare station, he has overwhelmed a policeman to the ground. “He danced across the physique, waving his cane like a banner, spitting as he danced on the struggling, speechless man.” Later, mulling this over, the narrator says: “I used to be not disgusted. Really, I laughed with a type of admiration.” And that admiration for violence solely grows. However with a purpose to be acted upon, it wants a sufferer. One is duly positioned: Cagely, the luggage clerk from whom the narrator tries to reclaim his grandfather’s misplaced suitcase, whose ugliness marks him as impure. (The narrator quotes biblical precedent in Leviticus: “and the plague in sight be deeper than the pores and skin of his flesh, it's a plague of leprosy: and the priest shall look on him, and pronounce him unclean”.)
Working in parallel to the narrator’s stalking of Cagely, and his aping of his grandfather, is his fraught coupling and uncoupling together with his lover, Marylin. Her rhapsodic speeches carry the novel out of realism and into allegory. “Tonight,” she says, “you're my ardent lover … I wouldn’t have traded this for the ravages of the loveliest swan.” On this allegory, Marylin is Magnificence, Cagely is Impurity, the grandfather is Violence, and the narrator – a extra confused determine – is Love or Artwork or Postwar Jewish Masculinity.
At its worst, A Ballet of Lepers is bitter and portentous. The specified persona speaks louder than the precise man. “It occurred, that's all, it occurred simply as Buchenwald occurred, and Bergen-Belsen and Auschwitz, and it'll occur once more … we are going to say that it's the plan of a madman … however the madman is ourselves, the violent plans … they're all our personal and we're not mad, we're crying for purity and love.”
That is the narrator’s existential justification of the earlier scene, during which, whereas breaking off his engagement to Marylin, he beats her:
I struck her face. Her physique started to writhe and tremble in an orgy of ache and sexual intoxication.
“Beat me,” she pleaded.
I beat her, and I beat her, with my fists and my arms, with my head and knees. All of a sudden, the door opened and my grandfather was beside me and he was beating her too and she or he didn't resist, I don't assume that she resisted, she urged us to proceed, pleading with us to not cease …
The novel climaxes with three main plot reversals, all of which serve to destroy the narrator’s belief in violence. Within the first, the narrator crashes in on the grandfather as he beats their landlady together with his cane. Quite than take part, as invited (“I show you how to with Marylin, keep in mind?”), the narrator turns his violence on his grasp. “I threw my fist into his enraged face after which into his abdomen.”
In a Cohen tune, we'd tolerate and maybe even take pleasure in this, as a result of there could be a killer tune, and the voice delivering the beating would sound like that of a world professional on compassion. Stripped of the troubadour’s glamour, it seems – as Cohen clearly meant – much more ugly than the hapless Cagely. Nevertheless it’s the taint of bitterness that's most offputting. With a purpose to turn into the really heroic man I noticed in 2008, Cohen had to start with to win the love of these numerous audiences, after which overcome his want for it. Listed here are his first, fascinating struggles to repulse and to endear.
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