2025 Dec. This is Bernanos's second novel. Decided to reread it after rereading UNDER SATAN'S SUN, his first. The extract about suffering that I made almost thirteen years ago is a natural development of a theme in the earlier book, in which the hero, Fr Donissan, has a dreadful on-again/off-again habit of self-mortification. The first novel ends with a triumphant, if complex, celebration of holy suffering and self-sacrifice. Let's see if, as my earlier notes indicate, the author does indeed lose his faith in 'holy pain.'
UPDATE: Finished, a very challenging novel. Think I misunderstood it a dozen years ago, but not because I understand it now. The best I can do to summarize the four tenuously connected chapters is to observe that they reveal (a) the author's bilious opinion of liberal Catholicism, and (b) the terrible success of the Devil. It does not at all do justice to the book to explain that the hero, Father Cénabre, is gradually possessed by an unclean spirit, and that another priest, Father Chevance, fails to recall him to grace.
2013 Jan. Bernanos is to the soul what Cormac McCarthy is to the hands. Both capture and reveal the workings and turnings and shapes of their object. The first fifteen pages of Chapter 1 are riveting, once you've got a handle on the two players. Much of what follows, especially the long Chapter 2, is obscure. But the psychological insights are worth the work, and the action is almost always compelling.
Perhaps the most striking thing in the novel is Fr. Chevance’s claim about the corruptibility of suffering: "What I see as the most precious thing the Lord gives us is our physical and spiritual sufferings. But over time, the use we put them to may have corrupted them. Yes indeed: man has soiled even the very substance of the divine heart, that is, suffering. The blood that flows from the Cross might kill us.” This is not a theme I associate with Catholic fiction, or any Christian fiction, really. It is unexpectedly echoed at the decidedly unedifying deathbed.
At times the characters are hardly credible, but then all of a sudden you forget your objections, because Bernanos is so good at pathos. The feverish narration of a death (most of the fourth and final chapter) is also impressive, and convincing in its weirdness.