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- Joseph and His Brothers
- Joseph and his Brothers
- Joseph and his brothers : the stories of Jacob, young Joseph, Joseph in Egypt, Joseph the provider
Mann retells the familiar stories of Genesis , from Jacob to Joseph chapters 27—50 , setting it in the historical context of the Amarna Period. Mann considered it his greatest work.
Look Inside. Thomas Mann regarded his monumental retelling of the biblical story of Joseph as his magnum opus. Deploying lavish, persuasive detail, Mann conjures for us the world of patriarchs and pharaohs, the ancient civilizations of Egypt, Mesopotamia, and Palestine, and the universal force of human love in all its beauty, desperation, absurdity, and pain.
Joseph and His Brothers
He answers this opening query with an emphatic yes—yes, if the past into whose well we are descending is that of humanity alone, it is right and just to call it bottomless. So the work of the spirit is to awaken the soul from the hell of life in a body and from the desires that enticed it to mix with matter in the first place. And on the day of fulfillment, there will be not a new heaven and a new earth, but only the world of the spirit, no wedding feast of the Lamb, but, for the soul, only reversion to what it was before: pure light.
The old world, relapsing into its primal formlessness, will linger only as an embarrassing memory. From an earthly standpoint, then, the story that we are entering must be a tragedy—if earthly life is the ultimate woe, and death the ultimate good, are we not right to expect that with sanctification will come a longing for death, for release from this endless and nightmarish succession of waystations?
But a story told again and later must be told differently—and Mann, the intellectual heir of Schopenhauer and Nietzsche, swerves as he falls into this well of the past. But we are getting ahead of ourselves. Mann gives us, his fellow pilgrims, a Prelude that, contrary to the advice of his translator, John E. And foremost among the questions raised in the Prelude is this: What makes this pilgrimage a descent into hell?
So the mixing of soul with matter begins with and consists of desire, for:. The unhappiness of unhappy mutual love, which Rougemont takes to be an expression, conscious or otherwise, of gnostic longing preserved in Western courtly romance, is inflicted by the lovers on themselves as they seek obstructions to the ostensible fulfillment of their love—ostensible because their love is an alibi for the longing that truly animates them: the longing for death, which, in being prolonged and intensified, will purify them for dissolution into the divine.
For the soul to live according to the truth of his creation it must awaken to the woe of its life in a body and desire, ever more intensely, the good that is death. Might the Fall be not calamitous as it seems but anticipated and willed by God? For God knew that with the creation of mankind, evil would come into the world along with the just, and so he kept silence before the Realm of Sternness—his psalm-singing angels, who would never have granted permission for the creation of such beings.
Having distinguished between the explicit, and explicitly gnostic, creation story to which the angels adhere and the clandestine hopes of God, which involve a dualistic world of soul and matter, good and evil, and which roll toward their fulfillment by the principle of opposition, we can answer the question that the Prelude raises: What makes this a descent into hell?
And the storyteller bears a similar stamp. All storytelling is a way to taste death, and thus all storytelling is a descent into hell. It is hell because it is death and it is unknown. But we, as storytellers, desire it; that is why we tremble as we descend. Do we then desire death? But may the spirit be with you as well, and enter into you, so that you may be blessed with blessings of heaven above and blessings of the deep that lies below.
And so we as storytellers plunge into the past in order to know humanity even in death. The desire for death is, in truth, an affirmation of life. But, even if we descend in pursuit of humanity, can we expect to find hope in such a place? Perhaps the more pressing question is, why is the pit into which he is cast not a hell for Joseph?
The pit is to be his grave. Should I whisper and lisp for his sake? Joseph has good reason to feel dizzy, both at the edge of the well and in its depths, for he will do more than taste death—he will be wholly consigned to it. The bottom of the well is a station at which he will merely linger in his descent into hell.
But no despair is born in Joseph at the prospect of death. But he will be born anew—and so the well is both a pit of death and a womb that houses new life. How does it help us to clarify what Mann means by hell? Ought we to forgive this dreamy imprecision?
Eliezer can surely distinguish between his own memories and stories of the Eliezers who preceded him. For, Mann asks:. Do not many of the elements out of which it is built belong to the world before and outside of it? And is the notion that someone is no one other than himself not simply a convention that for the sake of good order and comfortableness diligently ignores all those bridges that bind individual self-awareness to the general consciousness? If we are willing to concede that the elements making up our bodies belong to the external world and that to claim them as our own is only to point to a temporary arrangement, why should we not recognize that our consciousness is not neatly closed off but opens to the general consciousness?
I do not will it any more. But the Eternal Recurrence can serve as such a test only because the terror that it evokes is so great. And is Mann not justified in bidding farewell to pessimism? The repetition of mythic forms is not senseless as Nietzsche would have it, for stories belong to both heaven and earth and, in repeating, serve the truth.
How terrifying! The plunge from symbol to reality is yet another plunge into hell, and thus it is not to be undertaken in the wrong spirit. When the sphere upends itself so too do our bowels often upend themselves. The memory of the primal darkness in whose depths the ritual was born, conjured by the persistence of the ritual even in diluted form , is a scandal to the civilized. But what bars these recurrences from the life-affirming optimism of myth?
Not even Jacob, that man stamped with the dignity and restlessness of the spirit, is immune to experiencing the rotating sphere in this way. When Jacob receives the token by which he is to understand that his son has, as he always feared, been devoured by a wild beast, he tears his own clothes until he has stripped himself naked.
Naked, he sits on the dust heap, pouring ashes over his head and scraping his body with shards of pottery as if he were afflicted with boils or leprosy. But as regards human feeling, which also has reason and courage on its side!
What would we slaughter and eat if we were as foolish as Laban? And what was slaughtered and eaten in filthy times past? Jacob is conscientiously restless about the Feast of Pesach, but stubbornly stationary when he is confronted with the death of his favorite—who is perhaps a better reader than his father of heavenly stories when they make themselves present on earth.
Or let us simply wait until such a time as God may glorify Himself in some great act of deliverance and mercy, the story of which we will then make the basis of our feast, singing songs of jubilation. But Jacob will not wait. But Jacob fails to recognize the story. For what else is Jacob doing when he attempts to orchestrate the recurrence of that story but jealously guarding his favorite son and his intention to bestow the blessing on him?
His soul tends toward emotional despotism and thus is not always ordered toward the highest—which is to say that Jacob is idolatrous. But how can that be? Jacob, the son of blessing whose head God raises up when, at Beth-el, he is given the gift of a dream, a vision of the ladder that reaches to heaven—guilty of idolatry?
But we know that he is, because we know how he was punished for it—how much death lay in his idolatrous love of Rachel and how God ripped open the winding sheet of death so that life might be drawn from its barren womb, so that the myth, by recurring, might conquer time.
He will serve seven years for her, and kiss away her tears of impatience. But his love is also despotic. But the punishment takes time to make itself known in full. For twelve years after her marriage to Jacob, Rachel remains barren, while Leah gives their husband six sons and a daughter.
The sphere turns, and what is in heaven comes to be on earth. And, Mann muses:. In a word, a matter of passion. And if he can become more holy, he must have been imperfectly holy before —in the depths of the past so profound that, peering into them, we grow dizzy.
It was not for nothing that we turned pale at the beginning of our descent. Does living, of necessity, involve evil? Yes—for life is motion and becoming; to live is to descend into hell, so that one may be resurrected. Mann places eternal psalm-singing purity in opposition with a living world of good and evil—that is, he places uniformity in opposition with change.
Why would he bind himself to fallible man? Lowly and mixed with matter as man is, he is needed by God because he is other than God. But the past tense of myth may very well point to the future, and God does indeed have a story of the future to tell—the story of his doing away with the old world and bringing out of chaos a new heaven and a new earth.
On this day would he be revealed as the King over men and gods. But no as a recognized and appreciated reality, and thus not in fully realized terms. Without evil, there can be no eternal recurrence, only eternal uniformity—without evil, there can be no myth.
If God is sanctified as Abraham and his seed surrender themselves to the eternal recurrence of myth, so that there might be stories about God to tell and God might realize his kingship in their telling, then man is sanctified by learning to hear with a double ear and to speak with a forked tongue—to hear the archetypal story and the present into which it is poured, and to speak of what is in heaven and what is on earth, so that the present evil might be seen in the light of expectation and promise.
For as he fingers them the giant does not notice that their clever mother has given him something like a stone, wrapped in skins, and not a child. For all of life was not to be present exclusively in Jacob alone from now on, and he would no longer stand alone, the sole lord of the world; but instead, he was to dissolve into his sons, and his person be given over to death.
Could you ever have imagined what bewildering goodwill is hidden yet again behind the silence of your curiously majestic God, and, by His counsel, with what incomprehensible rapture your soul is to be mutilated? When you were young in the flesh, morning revealed to you that your most ardent happiness was deception and illusion.
You will have to grow very old in order to learn that, by way of compensation, your bitterest suffering was also deception and illusion. Deception and illusion—perhaps these give us pause.
Let us not trivialize what it is to live the stories of the living God, terrible in his holiness; let us confront the evil, the darkness, that he wills for Mann seems not to distinguish what God wills from what he permits and turns toward the good.
His words, rather, expose the evil that Laban does by deceiving him so. So the great god embraced her, assuming she was his wife, and both embraced in the perfect indifference of a night of love.
For one female body is like another, good for loving, good for conceiving. Only the face marks the difference between one and the other, making us think that in conceiving we want the one and not the other. How are we to rise above such evil? If God countenances and even wills evil, how much evil can we countenance without, like Jacob receiving the garment soaked in the blood of the lamb, falling back in a faint?
We rise above evil by plunging into its depths. We enter myth. We open our eyes to see, as Joseph did when his brothers descended upon him like wolves, what is actually happening—that the sphere is rotating and the mythic past is being poured into present forms.
And yet even as we recognize the story that we are living, we must not assume that we know who we are, that we know what mythic archetype is made present in us, and attempt to orchestrate the story, to force its recurrence—for we thereby invite God to plunge us into a pit of bitterest suffering which, though it may turn out to be deception and illusion, is no less suffering and no less bitter. No, we must embellish the story, and wait to find out who we are.
Joseph and his Brothers
A man who looked like a lascar stood upright in the stern. I turned, with a wild, inarticulate cry, my fists raised frenziedly above my head. Zarmi fell back a step, flashing a glance from my own contorted face to that, now pale even beneath its artificial tan, of Fletcher. Then I turned towards the river, and, raising the Browning, fired shot after shot in the air. There were the standard dragons and wizards, and some thunder-eggs cut in half with wizard figures standing inside them. There were birds, too, eagles and falcons and owls of pewter, and one really nice stag almost as big as my hand. God invented reproduction via Human passion, to bring forth more Children of God to one day enjoy the Firmament of Heaven.
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Look Inside. Thomas Mann regarded his monumental retelling of the biblical story of Joseph as his magnum opus. Deploying lavish, persuasive detail, Mann conjures for us the world of patriarchs and pharaohs, the ancient civilizations of Egypt, Mesopotamia, and Palestine, and the universal force of human love in all its beauty, desperation, absurdity, and pain. The result is a brilliant amalgam of humor, emotion, psychological insight, and epic grandeur. Now the award-winning translator John E.
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