Rimbaud

The title of this review was Verlaine's description of Rimbaud.I came to this book not by way of Arthur Rimbaud but by way of Graham Robb. Having read his biographies of Balzac and Hugo, and his recent `Discovery of France', I was so impressed by his distinctively humorous and no-nonsense style and by his clear and fresh approach to his subjects that I thought it worthwhile to read his biography of Rimbaud too. I came to this book with very little knowledge of its subject beyond the supposed scandal of his affair with Paul Verlaine; I had not consciously read Rimbaud's poetry before, save for the selection of `Illuminations' that Benjamin Britten had transformed into a marvellously evocative song-cycle for his lover Peter Pears to sing. By referring to Rimbaud in the first sentence of his introduction as "one of the most destructive and liberating influences on twentieth-century culture", Robb immediately aroused my curiosity.Robb has always been a fan of Rimbaud: "for many readers (including this one), the revelation of Rimbaud's poetry is one of the decisive events of adolescence." Robb's biography is, then, clearly a labour of love: "My only regret is that it did not take twice as long." Robb seeks to get to the heart of his subject by pulling away the web of myth in which his subject's life has been shrouded: "One of the starting-points of this biography was the discovery that Rimbaud's image is still a faint reflection of the evidence"; and by following Rimbaud's detailed European travels with an equally detailed description of those in the Horn of Africa, Robb has "tried at least to allow Rimbaud to grow up". He seems to have rescued Rimbaud from the disgust of the prudish and the horror of the Christian moralist, from the clutches of the Marxists and those of the anarchists. He questions received interpretations, noting often how sheer biographical conveniences make these scenarios "deeply suspect."Robb's refusal to acquiesce in Rimbaud's mythological status is soon evident, for instance in refusing to see anything macabre in Rimbaud's mother having "herself lowered into the family vault to ensure that the niche for her corpse had been properly constructed": this, argues Robb with a twinkling eye, "does not necessarily denote a grim, suspicious personality. It may simply indicate previous experience of Charleville stonemasons." Yet, it is not so many pages later that Robb's description of her is in terms of "the intimidating grey tower known to literary history as the mother of Arthur Rimbaud." What I also learned from this work is that with friends like Rimbaud, who needs enemies? The poet does not come across as even a friend worth betraying: his treatment of Cabaner, for instance, was shocking. How many of his admirers (Robb included) would remain so if they had to live with him for a year, a month, a day, even an hour? As Robb notes later in the book, Rimbaud had the nasty habit of "burning his bridges with people still on them".After debunking many of the legends surrounding this adolescent's adolescence - for instance, the circumstances surrounding the shooting by Verlaine in Brussels, about which Robb has clearly done splendid homework by referring to the original police notes - the lauding of Rimbaud is not wholly excised. Robb claims that if the bullet is ever found, it "will probably become one of the holiest relics in literature." Maybe.Whilst Robb persuades me that Rimbaud's life is worth narrating, he does not persuade me of the worth of his poetry. Sure, each line may have charm within its limited view, but the poems do not convince qua poems. They remind me of modern art, of modern music. Robb says of `Memoire' that "no simple narrative fits the poem", the biographer prefaces the remark with a "Happily". Of the `Etudes Neantes', Robb treats them as "a kind of photographic realism ... Rimbaud was claiming a vast new domain for poetry: the mind's full range of alternative realities. The unnerving spaciousness of the poems allows a sense of possibilities to invade the mind ..." And Rimbaud's `Saison en Enfer' is "one of the first modern works of literature to show that experiments with language are also investigations into the self."With all of this I cannot disagree. Rimbaud himself wrote that "I accustomed myself to simple hallucination." And there's the rub: hallucination is a solitary experience. Robb focuses (perhaps unconsciously) on this problem when he states that, "Rimbaud's view of himself as a realist places him in a small minority among Rimbaud critics." Of course, the poems Rimbaud wrote were real - but real only to Rimbaud! (The result is that today I quickly passes over without a second glance those modern poems that appear in the London Review of Books.) I've often glimpsed eternity but my experience is beyond description - poetic or otherwise - to almost anybody but myself. So whilst Constable Lombard of the Brussels police might have described his charge's poetry as "incomprehensible and repulsive", the latter may no longer be the case, but the former probably still is.Robb splits his biography into four parts. The first takes us up to the month before Rimbaud's seventeenth birthday and his departure for the French capital: "the little village world of Parisian literature was about to have its fond illusions shattered beyond repair." Whereas part one covered over sixteen years in nine chapters, part two covers only three years in thirteen. Parts three - "the relative sludge of adulthood" - and four - the African adventure - cover six and eleven years in five and thirteen chapters respectively. The end of part three sees Rimbaud leave home, friends, and Europe for good. Aged 25, and maturing after his lengthy adolescence, he turns his back on poetry too.This final part fills out Rimbaud's portrait fully to the frame, for, as Robb points out, "many of Rimbaud's admirers find it `indecent' to follow him into the badlands of his post-poetic career and [instead] proceed directly ... to his death bed, where the `angel in exile' lies like a handicapped child." One wonders whether Robb followed in Rimbaud's footsteps in the Horn. What is plain is how successful had become the ex-poet's prosaic accounting and arms-dealing, his trading often turning over a handsome profit. Robb notes how the image of Rimbaud here becomes that of "a contented misanthrope".The book comes complete with some very useful appendices. As well as a family tree, and a list of poems published in his lifetime, there is an outline of historical events and maps of Abyssinia and the Horn of Africa. (Perhaps one of Paris and north-eastern France would also have been of assistance.) But Robb has also included over sixteen pages the French texts of poems quoted in English in his biography as "an encouragement to acquire a copy of Rimbaud's poems". (It didn't work for me.) Thirty-seven pages of notes are then followed by eighteen impressive pages of bibliography.As usual, the book is replete with Robbisms, stylistic ways with words that both pleasantly surprise and concisely elucidate, diamonds of inventive conception whose reflection glitters in the mind of the reader. Here are a few examples: the uncle who was "a part-time labourer and a full-time embarrassment"; of Rimbaud using Cros's poems as toilet paper, Robb calls it a "concise example of practical criticism"; "Britain led the world in labour-saving devices: bathroom appliances and factory children"; `Hell' was usually a metaphor for the big city and its population of heartless businessmen, prostitutes and book reviewers" [ouch!]; "If poetry had been an intoxication, this was a diet of a recovering alcoholic";Robb also has an equal facility for elegant metaphor and simile, for example Rimbaud's `Communard' songs "are beautifully constructed barricades in which the elegant furniture of conventional verse is jammed up against the cheap rubbish of the vernacular"; or "... the meaning is swamped by the huge, comical rhymes that spatter the rectilinear stanzas like petrol-bombs in the city streets"; or "the story of Rimbaud's life is an aerial pursuit over dense vegetation. The reconnaissance photographs sometimes reveal the image of a moving figure".Ultimately, though, however much I might be disappointed by the worth of Rimbaud's work, I should at least be grateful for his impact on the life of Graham Robb, for without it, I doubt that Robb's marvellous prose would be as poetic and animated and humorous a pleasure to read. When I ordered this biography, those nice guys at Amazon recommended a collection of Rimbaud's poems to my list of future purchases. I thought I might dive in, but soon after starting Robb's biography I knew that I would not: life is too short! But I did come to admire both Rimbaud and Robb in the end, both for their dogged determination, the former for finding meaning in life, and the latter for finding meaning in the life.

Recommended by Paul Theroux as the best biog on him and I concur.

Rimbaud's life was not straightforward, although he is comfortable in his own skin. his family farm was bombed in WWboth WW1 and WW2, recently restored and bought by ??? Patti Smith.

Real nitty gritty Rimbaud, the enfant terrible who changed the world of poetry and literature and probably a lot of real world attitudes. Graham Robb is a top biographer and knows his human nature and poetry.

Reading this at the moment, ordered a second hand was really pleased with copy and the service from awesome books :-)

This must be the inside track , very wise and insightful. wonderful.

Fantastic....Robb is really good

superb wonderful insight.