Summing Up Maugham’s Of Human Bondage
W. Somerset Maugham
I suppose the easiest, and quickest, way to sum up Maugham’s Of Human Bondage
If, however, that was all I wrote, then not only I would I be overly brief in this post (which probably is not a bad thing), I would also be overly unoriginal since we all know the above quote belongs to Henry David Thoreau.
Unfortunately, because I do not have Thoreau’s genius for writing simply (which requires skill and patience that most writers, such as moi, do not possess), I will have to deploy many more words than he for my own summing up of Maugham’s internationally renowned masterpiece.
But what Thoreau wrote so poetically is undeniably what the essence of Maugham’s story is about:
Carey, born with a clubbed foot and who grows up to be shy and insecure because of it, lives a life yearning to be someone he can never be, to love someone whom he can never love, and to be somewhere other than where he happens to be.
His yearnings, we find, go mostly unfulfilled.
What I enjoy most about the story is Maugham’s descriptive ability. His writing magically places me deep within the England and the Germany and the France of the early twentieth century. I can hear the cart wheels rolling along the cobble-stoned streets. I can see the crowded, smoke-filled cafe. I can taste the absinthe and feel the immediate allure and rush as it blissfully numbs away the bite of reality.
What I enjoy least about the story is Carey’s excessively drawn-out infatuation with Mildred, the cruel and insensitive simpleton who fancies herself to be of a station in life much higher than the one she is unable to escape no matter how hard she tries. While she does not have the capacity to improve her lot in life through earnest devices and effort, she does have enough smarts about her to understand early on in her relationship with Carey that she has a power over him from which he is also unable to escape no matter how hard he tries. She uses and abuses Carey with her power so often and for so long that I found myself becoming impatient and bored with, not only Carey’s unbelievable weakness, but with the story as a whole.
In the end (not of the story, but of the relationship between Carey and Mildred), Carey is not able to overcome his yearning for Mildred until she completely destroys her life and nearly destroys his, as well.
While I find the tortuous, one-sided love affair between Carey and Mildred to be a bit too much, through it I am reminded that any unhealthy dependency, be it our dependency on love, on money, on drugs, or on whatever, often takes us down a long and troubling path that, if we stay on it, will eventually lead us to the point of our destruction. And it usually is not until we nearly reach that point that we are finally able to realize just how destructive our dependency, our yearning, really is. Only then, if we are lucky and/or blessed (for unfortunately, many are unable to stop before reaching the point of their destruction and continue helplessly, fatally on), can we find the strength to separate ourselves from that which is destroying us and begin on a path to recovery.
Carey, like many addicts, nearly let his dependency destroy him.
But I guess that’s how life goes, and how it has always gone throughout the desperate ages — if we do not somehow find a way to come to peace with our satiated yearnings, our unrequited desires, they, like Thoreau so poetically, and prophetically, reminds us, will most likely be the sad songs we sing until we finally, and at last, are placed within our lonely graves.
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[...] My review of Maugham’s masterpiece OF HUMAN BONDAGE reminded me of a poem I wrote and which was included in POEM MAN, a children’s poetry book my family and I published back at the turn of the century. The book is currently out of print, but here is what the poem has to say: [...]