(creator: Thornton Wilder)
|Brother Juniper was a Franciscan monk who, in 1714, happened to be a witness to the collapse of a bridge in Peru, when five people plunged to their deaths. He wondered why such a calamity should have happened to those five: “If there were any plan in the universe at all, if there were any pattern in human life, surely it could be discovered mysteriously latent in those lives so suddenly cut off. Either we live by accident and die by accident, or we live by plan and die by plan. And on that instant Brother Juniper made the resolve to enquire into the secret lives of those five persons that moment falling through the air."
It seemed to him that “this collapse of the bridge was “a sheer Act of God. It afforded a perfect laboratory" for discovering God's intention. "Thus it was that the determination rose within him at the moment of the accident. It prompted him to busy himself for six years, knocking at all the doors in Lima, asking thousands of questions, filling scores of notebooks, in his efforts at establishing the fact that each of the five lost lives was a perfect whole. The result of of all this diligence was an enormous book which was condemned as heretical and "publicly burned on a beautiful spring morning in the great square. But there was a secret copy, and after a great many years and without much notice it found its way to the library of the University of San Martin. There it lies between two great wooden covers collecting dust in a cupboard." And Brother Juniper himself was burnt to death at the stake.
Thornton Wilder (1897-1975) was born in Wisconsin, USA, and spent some two and a half years of his early life in Shanghai, where his father was Consul General. He returned to California, graduated from Yale, and then spent a year at the American Academy in Rome. From this experience came his first novel, The Cabala, published in 1926. He taught French, became a housemaster at Lawrenceville School, a boys' preparatory school in New Jersey, and for six years taught English at the University of Chicago. During the war he worked in the intelligence branch of the US Army Air Force and served in North Africa and Italy. In 1950-51 he held the post of C E Norton Professor at Harvard.
It was the publication of The Bridge of San Luis Rey in 1927 which won him a Pulitzer Prize and established him as a leading novelist. As well as novels, he wrote such plays as Our Town (1938) and The Skin of our Teeth (1944) which were both awarded Pulitzer Prizes. He explained that the idea for The Bridge of San Luis Rey came from friendly arguments with his father, who was a strict Calvinist and saw disaster as a punishment for sin. But what about God's love? Wilder used his novel to querstion this - but it was not a question to which he could offer any easy answer. His brother, by the way, was Professor of Divinity at the Harvard Divinity School.
The Bridge of San Luis Rey (1927)
Unfortunately, as far as any claim to be a clerical detective is involved, we're not really told anything at all about Brother Juniper's investigations as the story is told, not by him, but by an anonymous present-day narrator whio can, he says, tell us more than Brother Juniper was ever able to discover. For as well as Juniper's book, the narrator also has access to the letters (which had become "one of the great monuments to Spanish literature) written by the Marquesa de Montemayor.
The Marquesa, one of the victims at the bridge, is, like the others, most realistically described and comes to life as a very real person. An ugly child, she'd had an unhappy childhood after which she was “determined to remain single”. But “at last, at 26, she found herself penned into marriage with a supercilious and ruined nobleman”, with whom she had a precocious daughter who had no time for her and left her to live in Spain. “Left alone in Lima, the Marquesa's life grew more and more inward. She became increasingly negligent in her dress, and like all lonely people she talked to herself audibly. All her existence lay in the burning centre of her mind. On that stage were performed endless dialogues with her daughter, impossible reconciliations, scenes eternally recommenced of remorse and forgiveness. On the street you beheld an old woman, her red wig fallen a little over one ear, her left cheek angry with a leprous affection, her right with a complementary adjustment of rouge. Her chin was never dry; her lips were never still. Lima was a city of eccentrics, but even there she became its jest as she drove through the streets or shuffled up the steps of its churches. She was thought to be continuously drunk ... The knowledge that she would never be loved ... acted upon her ideas as the tide acts upon cliffs. Her religious beliefs went first, all she could ask of God, or of immortality, was the gift of a place where daughters love their mothers.”
Her only companion was the young orphan Pepita whom she began to see as a replacement for her own daughter: " She took a candle into the next room and looked at Pedita as she slept, and pushed back the damp hair from the girl's face. 'Let me live now,' she whispered. 'Let me begin again.' Two days later they started back to Lima and while crossing the bridge of San Louis Rey the accident which we know befell them.“
Then there are the twin boys, Esteban and Manuel, who had been abandoned as infants in the foundlings' basket before the Convent door. Always “silent and sombre”, they had invented a secret language for themselves. They resorted to it only when they were alone, or at great intervals in moments of stress whispered it in the presence of others.” They earned a living by copying actors' parts of the theatre and this led to Manuel falling in impossible love with an actress for whom he writes secret letters - but in the end he decides that Esteban means more to him than her. Then, after cutting his knee in an accident, Manuel grows delirious and dies. The desperate Estaban sets off to join the crew of a ship setting out on adventures abroad, but on the way he has to cross that bridge ....
There seems no sense in any of these deaths, and the book ends: “Soon we shall die and all memory of those five would have left the earth, and we ourselves should be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and the land of the dead, and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.”
The book holds the interest throughout and is a major achievement. It asks more questions than it answers but, even if Juniper only just qualifies as a clerical dertective, it is certainly to be recommended.
|The book has come out in numerous editions, and there is quite a contrast in style beween the first edition (top photo) and later ones.|