Charles Palliser

Cannibals and Missionaries

Cannibals and Missionaries


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Mary McCarthy’s new novel illustrates the paradox that reading an intellectual – as distinct from an intelligent – novelist is an intellectually unstimulating experience. Imaginative intelligence – the quality that illuminates Dostoyevsky, George Eliot at her best, Proust, or, almost alone in our own age, Saul Bellow – is rich, complex, concrete, and mysterious, leaving the reader to draw conclusions for himself, and giving him freedom – the freedom of imaginative generosity – to arrive at ones different from the novelist’s. Mere intellectuality, all its positions thought out in advance of the creative process, is thin, shrill, claustrophobic, and earnestly humourless. Far from possessing that freedom, this novel is laboured in every sense. As the heart-sinking pages of ‘Acknowledgements’ testify, Ms McCarthy has done her homework on the Dutch political situation, landreclamation around the Zuyder Zee, terrorists ‘methods, private art-collectors, and so on. ‘I’ve suffered for my art,’ is the author’s implied claim, ‘and now it’s your turn’.

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