Angels and Insects

by AS Byatt. (1992) Published by Chatto & Windus. 292 pages.

Reviewed 15 October 2008
Nobody can write about ideas the way the AS Byatt does. She allows the worlds of her stories to crystallize around the concepts and issues that she’s chosen to focus on, and this method is illustrated extremely well in the two novellas that sit side-by-side in this polished and successful work.
The first story, Morpho Eugenia, is focused on questions of evolution and creation. The tension between the two is not so much that of a two equal rivals going head-to-head. Rather, it’s the tension of the torch being passed somewhat unwillingly from an old, established sire and a young upstart. The story is that of the young scientist William Adamson who has found himself nearly destitute after losing most of the results from his recent expedition to the Amazon. He gains quick patronage from the Alabaster family; the old patrician Harald wants to use Adamson as a sounding board for his idea about a book that argues the case for God’s existence even in a post-Darwin world. The discussions between the two men are civil, but around the edges of the debate all the more volatile elements of the subject seep their way into the story. As a suitor for Harald’s daughter Eugenia, Alabaster is faced with all the antipathy of a British class system in which wealthy and titled families are infatuated above all with themselves, with their own rituals and routines and the belief in their own innate superiority.
Reading this story, you can understand why, at the tail end of the Victorian Era, a thinker like GB Shaw became so interested in the idea of a “life force.” The world of the landed elite is a sort of shell, ornately beautiful, essentially dead. As William becomes more and more entangled in the world of the Alabasters, he seems to draw his vitality not from the desiccated culture at its core, but from the enthusiasm of those who exist at its edges, the children and servants who inspire William to undertake an engaging project of carefully studying and depicting the natural history of the ant colonies surrounding the Alabaster home.
The real “life-force” that’s breaking through here is essentially the imagination, the ability to create and connect with the world in a meaningful way. Although the world of the Alabasters offers all sorts of material comforts, full acceptance comes at a price of the ability to take part in the world in any creative way. At the same time as Adamson discovers the limitations of the Alabasters’ world, we the readers also discover a lot of the richness of the biological world he studies. This is especially brought out by Matty Crompton, a woman of uncertain status who lives with the Alabasters and serves often as the driving force behind Adamson’s endeavors. Crompton is fascinated by the myriad references to mythology that are woven into the nomenclature of species as assigned by Linnaeus, and she’s inspired by this to create a series of fables which illustrate the way that science in the 19th century really inherited the wealth of imaginative energy that had once been the domain of religion.
In the second story, Conjugal Angel, the situation is quite different. Here, instead of looking at an imaginative journey at its beginnings, we survey it from its end. The story is largely about the strange love triangle Alfred Lord Tennyson, the poet Laureate, his sister Emily, and the young genius Arthur Henry Hallam, who was engaged to Emily and who, after his untimely death from a brain hemorrhage, was immortalized by in Tennyson’s long poem In Memoriam A.H.H.
This is very familiar territory for anyone who’s read Byatt’s Possession. To me, this story is a lot harder to read than Morpho Eugenia, but also a lot more rewarding because Byatt is focusing on something she’s extremely passionate about: the connection we form over time with select handfuls of words, snatches of poetry, little remarks, epigrams and observations; the way that these are colored by the criticism and the prying curiosity of the coterie of scholars and biographers and enthusiasts who form a sort of cage around the world of literature. If Morpho Eugenia seemed to be set against a dazzling world of sunshine and picnic-weather, Conjugal Angel has been quite deliberately set in a world of gloom and encroaching night, and all the scientific wonder and clarity has been abandoned for the spooky Victorian fixation on the occult.
After making such a strong case for science in her first story, why does Byatt seem to betray herself by writing a story in which séance goers seems to commune with sinister spirits? I think this is a way of consciously affirming the fact that there is something unscientific and arcane about literature, something inherently backward looking and yet necessary, at least for those who can be moved by careful examination of words. The folks around the séance table are deeply engrossed in a world of Swedenborgian theories and occult associations that seem not so much profane or ludicrous as just hopelessly antique to us now, a system of belief that may be fascinating to us, but which we can’t imagine actually subscribing to and inhabiting. But in order to really understand literature at it’s core, Byatt argues, you have to be willing to reincarnate these ghost worlds, these old systems of sentiment and fashion, these old mores and compulsions that once defined the way that people thought. It requires a lot of patience to follow Byatt as she pries open the minds first of Emily Tennyson and then her brother Alfred, but as you go along you feel that you’re witnessing first hand the way a writer is truly able to enrich herself, to strengthen her arsenal and to use fiction as a way of learning the real purpose of how it is she’s chosen to invest the deepest of her passion.