himself, his refusal to confront
his own nature, that the sow's head symbolizes and Golding excoriates.
What finally happens to Simon the saviour the four paragraphs closing
Chapter Nine relate, in detailing the disposition of Simon's body. These
paragraphs emphasize the material assimilation of the corpse back into the
material universe. It is true that the last glimpse Golding provides of the
body is that of its drifting "out to sea," in the ancient symbolic act of
the soul's "crossing over," but the absence of evidence that Simon is to
have a conscious afterlife, that he will remain in any way intact as a
person, makes the decorporealization seem very permanent. The body glows
ironically, with the luminescence of scavengers, metamorphosing it into the
subhuman world of ragged claws. Even as Simon's body is seen, at the close
of Chapter Nine, to be a "silver form under the steadfast constellations"
(the body to disintegrate, the stars to prevail), the intimations of
immortality are quite evanescent. The romantic metaphor of its becoming a
star obviates the urgent practicalities of the Christian's "getting into
heaven," Simon's soul (breath-spirit) leaves him with a last gruesome
"plop." At best the prospect seems to be the certainly non-Christian one of
Simon's disembodied spirit's remaining forever disembodied. The drift of
these paragraphs of Lord of the Flies seems to counter the Christian
anticipation of an eventual hylozoic reunion of human body and soul. And
though the reader's sympathies yearn that the beauty of Simon's spirit
preclude its extinction, that beauty in the end only makes the oblivion
Simon comes to more poignant.
The Coral Island Revisited1
CARL NIEMEYER
ONE interested in finding out about Golding for oneself should probably
begin with Lord of the Flies, now available in a paperback. The story is
simple. In a way not clearly explained, a group of children, all boys,
presumably evacuees in a future war, are dropped from a plane just before it
is destroyed, onto an uninhabited tropical island. The stage is thus set for
a reworking of a favorite subject in children's literature: castaway
children assuming adult responsibilities without adult supervision. Golding
expects his readers to recall the classic example of such a book, R. M.
Ballantyne's The Coral Island (1857),2 where the boys rise to the
occasion and behave as admirably as would adults. But in Lord of the Flies
everything goes wrong from the beginning. A few boys representing sanity and
common sense, led by Ralph and Piggy, see the necessity for maintaining a
signal fire to attract a rescue. But they are thwarted by the hunters, led
by red-haired Jack, whose lust for blood is finally not to be satisfied by
killing merely wild pigs. Only the timely arrival of a British cruiser saves
us from an ending almost literally too horrible to think about Since Golding
is using a naive literary form to express sophisticated reflections on the
nature of man and society, and since he refers obliquely
1.This article appeared in College English, 22 (January, 1961), 241-45,
and is reprinted here in slightly shortened form by permission of the
National Council of the Teachers of English and the author.
2.It is worthwhile to compare Frank Kermode's discussion of The Coral
Island with Niemeyer's. See "The Novels of William Golding," reprinted in
this volume on pp. 203-206. See also the Foreword to this volume.-Eds.
to Ballantyne many times throughout the book, a glance at The Coraf
Island is appropriate.
Ballantyne shipwrecks his three boys-Jack, eighteen; Ralph, the
narrator, aged fifteen; and Peterkin Gay, a comic sort of boy, aged
thirteen-somewhere in the South Seas on an uninhabited coral island. Jack is
a natural leader, but both Ralph and Peterkin have abilities valuable for
survival. Jack has the most common sense and foresight, but Peterkin turns
out to be a skillful killer of pigs, and Ralph, when later in the book he is
temporarily separated from his friends and alone on a schooner, coolly
navigates it back to Coral Island by dead reckoning, a feat sufficiently
impressive, if not quite equal to Captain Bligh's. The boys' life on the
island is idyllic; and they are themselves without malice or wickedness,
though there are a few curious episodes in which Ballantyne seems to hint at
something he himself understands as little as do his characters. One is
Peterkin's wanton killing of an old sow, useless as food, which the boy
rationalizes by saying he needs leather for shoes, This and one or two other
passages suggest that Ballantyne was aware of some darker aspects of boyish
nature, but for the most part he emphasizes the paradisiacal life of the
happy castaways. Like Golding's, however, Ballantyne's story raises the
problem of evil, but whereas Golding finds evil in the boys own natures, it
comes to Ballantyne's boys not from within themselves but from the outside
world. Tropical nature, to be sure, is kind, but the men of this
non-Christian world are bad. For example, the island is visited by savage
cannibals, one canoeful pursuing another, who fight a cruel and bloody
battle, observed by the horrified boys, and then go away. A little later the
island is again visited, this time by pirates (i.e., white men who have
renounced or scorned their Christian heritage), who succeed in capturing
Ralph. In due time the pirates are deservedly destroyed, and in the final
episode of the book the natives undergo an unmotivated conversion to
Christianity, which effects a total change in their nature just in time to
rescue the boys from their clutches.
Thus Ballantyne's view of man is seen to be optimistic, like his view
of English boys' pluck and resourcefulness, which subdues tropical islands
as triumphantly as England imposes empire and religion on lawless breeds of
men. Colding`s naval officer, the deus ex machine, of Lord of theFlies, is
only echoing Ballantyne when, perceiving dimly that all has not gone well on
the island, he says (p. 186): "I should have thought that a pack of British
boys-you're all British, aren't you?-would have been able to put up a better
show than that-I mean-"
This is not the only echo of the older book. Golding boldly calls his
two chief characters Jack and Ralph. He reproduces the comic Peterkin in the
person of Piggy.3 He has a wanton killing of a wild pig,
accomplished, as E. L. Epstein points out, "in terms of sexual
intercourse."4 He uses a storm to avert a quarrel between Jack
and Ralph, as Ballantyne used a hurricane to rescue his boys from death at
the hands of cannibals. He emphasizes physical cruelty but integrates it
into his story, and by making it a real if deplorable part of human, or at
least boyish, nature improves on Ballantyne, whose descriptions of
brutality-never of course performed by the boys-are usually introduced
merely for their sensational effect. Finally, on the last page Golding's
officer calls Ralph mildly to task for not having organized things better.
"It was like that at first," said Ralph, "before things-"
He stopped.
"We were together then-"
The officer nodded helpfully.
I know. Jolly good show. Like the Coral Island."
Golding invokes Ballantyne, so that the kind but uncomprehending adult,
the instrument of salvation, may recall to the child who has just gone
through hell the naivete of the child's own early innocence, now forever
lost; but he suggests at the same time the inadequacy of Ballantyne's
picture of human nature in primitive surroundings.
Golding, then, regards Ballantyne's book as a badly falsified map of
reality, yet the only map of this particular reality that many of us have.
Ralph has it and, through harrowing experiences, replaces it with a more
accurate one. The naval officer, though he should know better, since he is
on
3.Golding has declared that Peterkin of The Coral Island becomes Simon
in Lord of the Flies. See Frank Kermode and William Golding, The Meaning of
It AH," p. 201.-Eds.
4.E. L. Epstein, "Notes on Lord of the Flies," p. 280 below.- Eds.
the scene and should not have to rely on memories of his boyhood
reading, has it, and it seems unlikely that he is ever going to alter it,
for his last recorded action is to turn away from the boys and look at his
"trim" cruiser; in other words to turn away from a revelation of the untidy
human heart to look at something manufactured, manageable, and solidly
useful.
Golding, who being a grammar school teacher should know boys well,
gives a corrective of Ballantyne's optimism. As he has explained, the book
is "an attempt to trace the defects of society back to the defects of human
nature." 5 These defects turn out, on close examination, to
result from the evil of inadequacy and mistakenness. Evil is not the
positive and readily identifiable force it appears to be when embodied in
Ballantyne's savages and pirates. Golding's Ralph, for example, has real
abilities, most conspicuous among them the gift of leadership and a sense of
responsibility toward the "littluns." Yet both are incomplete. "By now,"
writes Golding, "Ralph had no self-consciousness in public thinking but
would treat the day's decisions as though he were playing chess." Such
detachment is obviously an important and valuable quality in a leader, but
significantly the next sentence reads: "The only trouble was that he would
never be a very good chess player" (p. 108). Piggy on the other hand no
doubt would have been a good chess player, for with a sense of
responsibility still more acute than Ralph's he combines brains and common
sense. Physically, however, he is ludicrous-fat, asthmatic, and almost blind
without his specs. He is forever being betrayed by his body. At his first
appearance he is suffering from diarrhea; his last gesture is a literally
brainless twitch of the limbs, 'like a pig's after it has been killed" (p.
167). His further defect is that he is powerless, except as he works through
Ralph. Though Piggy is the first to recognize the value of the conch and
even shows Ralph how to blow it to summon the first assembly, he cannot
sound it himself. And he lacks imagination. Scientifically minded as he is,
he scorns what is intangible and he dismisses the possibility of ghosts or
an imaginary beast. " 'Cos things wouldn't make sense. Houses an' streets,
an'-TV- they wouldn't work" (p. 85). Of course he is quite right,
5. Quoted by Epstein, p. 277.-Eds.
save that he forgets he is now on an island where the artifacts of the
civilization he has always known are meaningless.
It is another important character, Simon, who understands that there
may indeed be a beast, even if not a palpable one-"maybe it's only us" (p.
82). The scientist Piggy has recognized it is possible to be frightened of
people (p. 78), but he finds this remark of Simon's dangerous nonsense.
Still Simon is right, as we see from his interview with the sow's head on a
stake, which is the lord of the flies. He is right that the beast is in the
boys themselves, and he alone discovers that what has caused their terror is
in reality a dead parachutist ironically stifled in the elaborate clothing
worn to guarantee survival. But Simon's failure is the inevitable failure of
the mystic-what he knows is beyond words; he cannot impart his insights to
others. Having an early glimpse of the truth, he cannot tell it.
Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express man-kind's essential
illness. Inspiration came to him.
"What's the dirtiest thing there is?"
As an answer Jack dropped into the uncomprehending silence that
followed it the one crude expressive syllable. Release was like an orgasm.
Those littluns who had climbed back on the twister fell off again and did
not mind. The hunters were screaming with delight.
Simon's effort fell about him in ruins; the laughter beat him cruelly
and he shrank away defenseless to his seat (p. 82).
Mockery also greets Simon later when he speaks to the lord of the
flies, though this time it is sophisticated, adult mockery:
"Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill!" said
the head. For a moment or two the forest and all the other dimly appreciated
places echoed with the parody of laughter (p. 133).
Tragically, when Simon at length achieves a vision so clear that it is
readily communicable he is killed by the pig hunters in their insane belief
that he is the very evil which he alone has not only understood but actually
exorcised. Lake the martyr, he is killed for being precisely what he is not.
The inadequacy of Jack is the most serious of all, and here perhaps if
anywhere in the novel we have a personification of absolute evil. Though he
is the most mature of the boys (he alone of all the characters is given a
last name), and though as head of the choir he is the only one with any
experience of leadership, he is arrogant and lacking in Ralph's charm and
warmth. Obsessed with the idea of hunting, he organizes his choir members
into a band of killers. Ostensibly they are to kill pigs, but pigs alone do
not satisfy them, and pigs are in any event not needed for food. The blood
lust once aroused demands nothing less than human blood. If Ralph represents
purely civil authority, backed only by his own good will, Piggy's wisdom,
and the crowd's easy willingness to be ruled, Jack stands for naked ruthless
power, the police force or the military force acting without restraint and
gradually absorbing the whole state into itself and annihilating what it
cannot absorb. Yet even Jack is inadequate. He is only a little boy after
all, as we are sharply reminded in a brilliant scene at the end of the book,
when we suddenly see him through the eyes of the officer instead of through
Ralph's (pp. 185-87), and he is, like all sheer power, anarchic. When Ralph
identifies himself to the officer as "boss," Jack, who has just all but
murdered him, makes a move in dispute, but overawed at last by superior
power, the power of civilization and the British Navy, implicit in the
officer's mere presence, he says nothing. He is a villain (Are his red hair
and ugliness intended to suggest that he is a devil?), but in our world of
inadequacies and imperfections even villainy does not fulfill itself
completely. If not rescued, the hunters would have destroyed Ralph and made
him, like the sow, an offering to the beast; but the inexorable logic of
Ulysses makes us understand that they would have proceeded thence to
self-destruction.
Then everything includes itself in power,
Power into will, will into appetite;
And appetite, an universal wolf,
So doubly seconded with will and power,
Must make perforce an universal prey,
And last eat up himself.
The distance we have traveled from Ballantyne's cheerful unrealities is
both artistic and moral Golding is admittedly symbolic; Ballantyne professed
to be telling a true story. Yet it is the symbolic tale that, at least for
our times, carries conviction. Golding's boys, who choose to remember
nothing of their past before the plane accident; who, as soon as Jack
commands the choir to take off the robes marked with the cross of
Christianity, have no trace of religion; who demand to be ruled and are
incapable of being ruled properly; who though many of them were once choir
boys (Jack could sing C sharp) never sing a note on the island; in whose
minds the great tradition of Western culture has left the titles of a few
books for children, a knowledge of the use of matches (but no matches), and
hazy memories of planes and TV sets-these boys are more plausible than
Ballantyne's. His was a world of blacks and whites: bad hurricanes, good
islands; good pigs obligingly allowing themselves to be taken for human
food, bad sharks disobligingly taking human beings for shark food; good
Christians, bad natives; bad pirates, good boys. Of the beast within, which
demands blood sacrifice, first a sow's head, then a boy's, Ballantyne has
some vague notion, but he cannot take it seriously. Not only does Golding
see the beast; he sees that to keep it at bay we have civilization; but when
by some magic or accident civilization is abolished and the human animal is
left on his own, dependent upon his mere humanity, then being human is not
enough. The beast appears, though not necessarily spontaneously or
inevitably, for it never rages in Ralph or Piggy or Simon as it does in
Roger or Jack; but it is latent in all of them, in the significantly named
Piggy, in Ralph, who sometimes envies the abandon of the hunters (p. 69) and
who shares the desire to "get a handful" of Robert's "brown, vulnerable
flesh" (p. 106), and even in Simon burrowing into his private hiding place.
After Simon's death Jack attracts all the boys but Ralph and the loyal Piggy
into his army. Then when Piggy is killed and Ralph is alone, only
civilization can save him. The timely arrival of the British Navy is less
theatrical than logically necessary to make Golding's point. For
civilization defeats the beast. It slinks back into the jungle as the boys
creep out to be rescued; but the beast is real It is there, and it may
return.
"A World of Violence and Small Boys"1
J. T. C. GOLDING
PROBABLY he will agree that his real education was picked up, almost by
the way, at home. In those days when the radio was non-existent and the cost
of gramophones prohibitive the only local music was the town band. Bill was
lucky that Mom was good enough to accompany Dad through Handel, Mozart and
others. They were often joined by an ex-bandmaster of the Coldstream Guards.
The walls of that small front room are probably vibrating still. Bill, as a
small boy, was terribly affected by Tosti's "Good-bye." There was painting.
Dad's own paintings of scenery in Wiltshire and Cornwall hung on the walls
and there were a couple of books of cheap reprints of the great ones. There
were books. Chief among them was the Children's Encyclopaedia and of course
Dad had access to the School Library.2 Bill was disappointed when
he got to school to find he'd read most of the library. It was a small one.
One book that was read and re-read was Nat the Naturalisf, by George
Manville Fenn. The scene was set somewhere in the jungle in South East Asia.
Bill could quote whole pages by heart and it often accompanied him to the
top of
1.The following is an excerpt from a letter by J. T. C. Golding
(William Golding's brother) addressed to James R. Baker on December 4, 1962.
The letter appears here by permission of J. T. C. Golding and James R.
Baker.
2. William Golding's father was Senior Master of Marlborough Grammar
School.-Eds.
the chestnut tree in the garden.3 And all the time there was
a father only too willing to give a logical answer to a small boy's
questions.
Eventually he entered Marlborough Grammar School and emerged from a
pretty sheltered life into a world of violence and small boys-and
not-so-small boys. Here he met physical violence and the deliberate
infliction of pain by boys. Also he noticed the tendency of small boys to
gang up against the weak or those with a mannerism that put them out of
step.4 Not that it was a bad school for bullying- official policy
was hot against it and in any case Bill was physically well-equipped enough
to look after himself. Many others will have noticed all this but the
effect, in this case, on an impressionable ten-year-old may have had
important results. The conjunction of the boy in the jungle in Nat the
Naturalist and the school playground may have lain dormant for years until
some later experience pushed it to the surface as Lord of the Flies. On the
other hand the explanation is so obvious and easy that it probably isn't
true.
During these last years at school another writer, I think of
considerable importance to him, entered his life. This was Mark Twain. Not
Mark Twain of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn but of Roughing It and
Innocents Abroad. He swallowed these almost as completely as he had done Nat
the Naturalist. The humour of these books and their irreverence towards many
accepted things encour-
3. The symbolic significance of this tree is made clear in Golding's
autobiographical essay, "The Ladder and the Tree," The Listener, 63 (March
24, 1960), 531-33). The essay is vital to an understanding of the basic
dialectic which is dramatized in all the novels: the conflict between the
rational and the irrational elements in man's nature and the effects of this
conflict on both the individual and historical levels.-Eds.
4. The "tendency" is obvious enough in Lord of the Flies: note Simon's
position in Jack's chorus, Roger's attack on the "litthins," and the general
abuse of Piggy. After fear drives most of the boys into the hunter tribe,
they lose all capacity for dialectic and begin sadistic persecution of those
who stand outside their powerful group. In Free Fall a similar pattern of
behavior appears in the episodes which describe the rough-and-tumble boyhood
adventures of Sammy Mountjoy.-Eds.
aged his own scepticism. It was an attitude he was already adopting
toward the society of 4000 people around him. In addition he had a father
who welcomed criticism of any institution under the sun, though any
deviation in personal conduct produced a muted rumble of thunder.
The Fables of William Golding1
JOHN PETER
A useful critical distinction may be drawn between a fiction and a
fable. Like most worthwhile distinctions it is often easy to detect, less
easy to define. The difficulty arises because the clearest definition would
be in terms of an author's intentions, his pre-verbal procedures, and these
are largely inscrutable and wholly imprecise. For a definition that is
objective and specific we are reduced to an "as if," which is at best clumsy
and at worst perhaps delusive.
The distinction itself seems real enough. Fables are those narratives
which leave the impression that their purpose was anterior, some initial
thesis or contention which they are apparently concerned to embody and
express in concrete terms. Fables always give the impression that they were
preceded by the conclusion which it is their function to draw, though of
course it is doubtful whether any author foresees his conclusions as fully
as this, and unlikely that his work would be improved if he did. The effect
of a fiction is very different. Here the author's aim, as it appears from
what he has written, is evidently to present a more or less faithful
reflection of the complexities, and often of the irrelevancies, of life as
it is actually experienced. Such conclusions as he may draw-he is under much
less compulsion to draw them than a writer of fables-do not appear to be
anterior but on the contrary take their origin from the fiction itself, in
which they are latent, and occasionally unrecognized. It is a matter of
approach, so far as that can be
1. This article first appeared in the Kenyon Review, 19 (Autumn, 1957),
577-592. It is reprinted in part here through the courtesy of the Kenyon
Review and the author.
gauged. Fictions make only a limited attempt to generalize and explain
the experience with which they deal, since their concern is normally with
the uniqueness of this experience. Fables, starting from a skeletal
abstract, must flesh out that abstract with the appearances of "real life"
in order to render it interesting and cogent. 1984 is thus an obvious
example of a fable, while The Rainbow is a fiction. Orwell and Lawrence, in
these books, are really moving in opposite directions. If their movements
could be geometrically projected to exaggerate and expose each other,
Lawrence's would culminate in chaotic reportage, Orwell's in stark allegory.
. . . [The distinction] has a particular value for the critic whose
concern is with novels, in that it assists him in locating and defining
certain merits which are especially characteristic of novels and certain
faults to which they are especially prone. Both types, the fiction and the
fable, have their own particular dangers. The danger that threatens a
fiction is simply that it will become confused, so richly faithful to the
complexity of human existence as to lose all its shape and organization. . .
. The danger that threatens a fable is utterly different, in fact the
precise opposite. When a fable is poor-geometrically projected again-it is
bare and diagrammatic, insufficiently clothed in its garment of actuality,
and in turn its appeal is extra-aesthetic and narrow. Satires like Animal
Farm are of this kind.
It will be said that any such distinction must be a neutral one, and
that the best novels are fictions which have managed to retain their due
share of the fable's coherence and order. No doubt this is true. But it also
seems to be true that novels can go a good deal farther', without serious
damage, in the direction of fiction than they can in the direction of fable,
and this suggests that fiction is a much more congenial mode for the
novelist than fable can ever be. The trouble with the mode of fable is that
it is constricting. As soon as a novelist has a particular end in view the
materials from which he may choose begin to shrink, and to dispose
themselves toward that end. . . . The fact is that a novelist depends
ultimately not only on the richness of his materials but on the richness of
his interests too; and fable, by tying these to a specific end, tends to
reduce both. Even the most chaotic fiction will have some sort of emergent
meaning, provided it is a full and viable reflection of the life from which
it derives, if only because the unconscious preoccupations of the novelist
will help to impart such meaning to it, drawing it into certain lines like
iron filing sprinkled in a magnetic field. Fables, however, can only be
submerged in actuality with difficulty, and they are liable to bob up again
like corks, in all their plain explicit-ness. It may even be true to say
that they are best embodied in short stories, where' economy is vital and
"pointlessness" (except for its brevity) comparatively intolerable.
***
Lord of the Flies, which appeared in 1954, is set on an imaginary South
Sea island, and until the last three pages the only characters in it are
boys. They have apparently been evacuated from Britain, where an atomic war
is raging, and are accidentally stranded on the island without an adult
supervisor. The administrative duties of their society (which includes a
number of "littluns," aged about six) devolve upon their elected leader, a
boy of twelve named Ralph, who is assisted by a responsible, unattractive
boy called Piggy, but as time passes an independent party grows up, the
"hunters," led by an angular ex-choir leader named Jack Merridew. This
party, soon habituated to the shedding of animal blood, recedes farther and
farther from the standards of civilization which Ralph and Piggy are
straining to preserve, and before very long it is transformed into a savage
group of outlaws with a costume and a ritual of their own. In the course of
one of their dance-feasts, drunk with tribal excitement, they are
responsible for killing the one individual on the island who has a real
insight into the problems of their lives, a frail boy called Simon, subject
to fainting fits, and after this more or less intentional sacrifice they
lose all sense of restraint and become a band of criminal marauders, a
threat to everyone on the island outside their own tribe. Piggy is murdered
by their self-constituted witch doctor and torturer, the secretive and
sinister Roger, and Ralph is hunted by them across the island like the pigs
they are accustomed to kill. Before they can kill and decapitate him a naval
detachment arrives and takes charge of all the children who have survived.
It is obvious that this conclusion is not a concession to readers who
require a happy ending-only an idiot will suppose that the book ends
happily-but a deliberate device by which to throw the story into focus. With
the appearance of the naval officer the bloodthirsty hunters are instantly
reduced to a group of painted urchins led by "a little boy who wore the
remains of an extraordinary black cap," yet the reduction cannot expunge the
knowledge of what they have done and meant to do. The abrupt return to
childhood, to insignificance, underscores the argument of the narrative:
that Evil is inherent in the human mind itself, whatever innocence may cloak
it, ready to put forth its strength as soon as the occasion is propitious.
This is Golding's theme, and it takes on a frightful force by being
presented in juvenile terms, in a setting that is twice deliberately likened
to the sunny Coral Island of R. M. Ballantyne.2 The boys' society
represents, in embryo, the society of the adult world, their impulses and
convictions are those of adults incisively abridged, and the whole narrative
is a powerfully ironic commentary on the nature of Man, an accusation
levelled at us all. There are no excuses for complacency in the fretful
conscientiousness of Ralph, the leader, nor in Piggy's anxious commonsense,
nor are the miscreants made to seem exceptional. When he first encounters a
pig, Jack Merridew is quite incapable of harming it, "because of the
enormity of the knife descending and cutting into living flesh," and even
the delinquent Roger is at first restrained by the taboos of "parents and
school and policemen and the law." Strip these away and even Ralph might be
a hunter: it is his duties as a leader that save him, rather than any
intrinsic virtue in himself.3 Like any orthodox moralist Golding
insists that Man is a fallen creature, but he refuses to hypostatize Evil or
to locate it in a dimension of its own. On the contrary Beelzebub, Lord of
the Flies, is Roger and Jack and you and I, ready to declare himself as soon
as we permit him to.
The intentness with which this thesis is developed leaves
2.A discussion of the relationship between Ballantyne's novel The Coral
Island, published in 1857 in England, and Lord of the Flies occurs in Carl
Niemeyer's "The Coral Island Revisited," College English, 22 (January,
1961), 241-245. Reprinted in this volume, pp. 217-223.-Eds.
3. As an illustration of this argument, note Ralph's actions when the
boys attack Robert as the substitute pig, p. 106 and when Simon is killed as
the beast, p. 141.-Eds.
no doubt that the novel is a fable, a deliberate translation of a
proposition into the dramatized terms of art, and as usual we have to ask
ourselves how resourceful and complete the translation has been, how fully
the, thesis has been absorbed and rendered implicit in the tale as it is
told. A writer of fables will heat his story at the fire of his convictions,
but when he has finished, the story must glow apart, generating its own heat
from within. Golding himself provides a criterion for judgment here, for he
offers a striking example of how complete the translation of a statement
into plastic terms can be. Soon after their arrival the children develop an
irrational suspicion that there is a predatory beast at large on the island.
This has of course no real existence, as Piggy for one points out, but to
the littluns it is almost as tangible as their castles in the sand, and most
of the older boys are afraid they may be right. One night when all are
sleeping there is an air battle ten miles above the sea and a parachuted
man, already dead, comes drifting down through the darkness, to settle among
the rocks that crown the island's only mountain. There the corpse lies
unnoticed, rising and falling with the gusts of the wind, its harness
snagged on the bushes and its parachute distending and collapsing. When it
is discovered and the frightened boys mistake it for the beast, the sequence
is natural and convincing, yet the implicit statement is quite unmistakable
too. The incomprehensible threat which has hung over them is, so to speak,
identified and explained: a nameless figure who is Man himself, the boys'
own natures, the something that all humans have in common.
This is finely done and needs no further comment, but unhappily the
explicit comment has already been provided, in Simon's halting explanation
of the beast's identity: "What I mean is ... maybe it's only us." And a
little later we are told that "However Simon thought of the beast, there
rose before his inward sight the picture of a human at once heroic and
sick." This over-explicitness is my main criticism of what is in many ways a
work of real distinction, and for two reasons it appears to be a serious
one. In the first place the fault is precisely that which any fable is
likely to incur: the incomplete translation of its thesis into its story so
that much remains external and extrinsic, the teller's assertion rather than
the tale's enactment before our eyes. In the second place the fault is a
persistent one, and cannot easily be discounted or ignored. It appears in
expository annotations like this, when Ralph and Jack begin to quarrel:
The two boys faced each other. There was the brilliant world of
hunting, tactics, fierce exhilaration, skill; and there was the world of
longing and baffled commonsense.
Less tolerably, it obtrudes itself in almost everything- thought,
action, and hallucination-that concerns the clairvoyant Simon, the "batty"
boy who understands "mankind's essential illness," who knows that Ralph will
get back to where he came from, and who implausibly converses with the Lord
of the Flies. Some warrant is provided for this clairvoyance in Simon's
mysterious illness, but it is inadequate. The boy remains unconvincing in
himself, and his presence constitutes a standing invitation to the author to
avoid the trickiest problems of his method, by commenting too baldly on the
issues he has raised. Any writer of fables must find it hard to ignore an
invitation or this kind once it exists. Golding has not been able to ignore
it, and the blemishes that result impose some serious, though not decisive,
limitations on a fiery and disturbing story.
Introduction1
IAN GREGOR and MARK KINKEAD-WEEKES
The urge to put things into categories seems to satisfy some deep human
need and in this matter at least, critics and historians of literature are
very human people indeed. A brief glance at the English Literature section
of any library catalogue will show what I mean. There we find literature
divided up into various lands of writings, and within the kinds we nave
historical periods, and within the periods we have groups or movements, and
within the groups individuals who write various kinds. . . . Now up to a
point of course this sort of classification serves a very useful purpose. We
need a map if we are going to do any exploring, and the fact that it is the
countryside we have come to enjoy, not the map, doesn't make the map any
less necessary. If we take out a map of The Novel we find, if it is a
general one, that it falls into three sections-the eighteenth-century novel,
the Victorian novel, and the modern novel. And these descriptions point not
simply to three centuries, but to decisive changes that have taken place
within the form of the novel. These changes are often due to historical
circumstances, and sometimes they can be described in terms of the ruling
ideas of the age or the literary expectations of the readers, out there are
other changes and shifts in fiction which seem to arise from the very nature
of the novel itself. A shift of this land may be seen in a useful
classification into "fables" and "fictions." It is a little
1. This essay appears as the Introduction to the "School Edition" of
Lord of the Flies published by Faber and Faber, Ltd., London, 1962, pp.
i-xii. It is reprinted here by permission of Faber and Faber and the
authors.
difficult to define this difference satisfactorily in the abstract, but
it is fairly easy to see what is meant in practice. When, for instance, D.
H. Lawrence wrote in one of his letters, "I am doing a novel which I have
never grasped. Damn its eyes, here I am at page 145 and I've no notion what
it's about . . . it's like a novel in a foreign language which I don't know
very well," he was almost certainly occupied in writing a fiction and not a
fable. In other words, a fiction is something which takes the form of an
exploration for the novelist, even if it lacks the very extreme position
which Lawrence describes; the concern is very much with trying to make clear
the individuality of a situation, of a person; for these reasons it is
extremely difficult to describe a fiction satisfactorily in abstract terms.
With a fable, on the other hand, the case is very different Here the writer
begins with a general idea-"the world is not the reasonable place we are led
to believe," "all power corrupts" -and seeks to translate it into fictional
terms. In this kind of writing the interest of the particular detail lies in
the way it points to the generalization behind it. It is generally very easy
to say what a fable is "about," because the writers whole purpose is to make
the reader respond to it in precisely that way. Clear examples of fiction in
the way I am using the word would be works like D. H. Lawrence's Sons and
Lovers or Emily Bronte's Withering Heights; clear examples of fable, Swift's
Gulliver's Travels or Orwell's Animal Farm. But these are extreme works and
most novels have elements of both. Oliver Twist, for instance, is certainly
a fiction in its portrayal of the intensely imagined criminal world; but it
also moves towards fable when ft describes the world of the poorhouse, and
the people who finally rescue Oliver from that world, because here Dickens
is moved to write primarily by abstract ideas, the educational hardships of
children, the wisdom of benevolence. You will notice I said that Oliver
Twist "moves towards" fiction, "moves towards" fable, and in this kind of
alternation it is typical of many novels which lie between such extreme
examples as I mentioned above. Now when we turn to Mr. Golding's Lord of the
Flies we find that what is remarkable is that it is a fable and a fiction
simultaneously. And I want to devote the remainder of this Introduction to
developing that remark.
When we first begin to write and talk about Mr. Golding's novel, it is
the aspect of fable which occupies our attention. And this is very natural
because the book is a very satisfying one to talk about Mr. Golding, our
account might run, is examining what human nature is really like if we could
consider it apart from the mass of social detail which gives a recognizable
feature to our daily lives. That "really" is important and you may want to
argue about it, but Mr. Golding's assumption here