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192 ORIENTALISM<br />

Orientalist Structures and Restructures<br />

193<br />

I mention such matters simply as a way of keeping vivid the<br />

sense of layer upon layer of interests, official <strong>learning</strong>, institutional<br />

pressure, that covered the Orient as a subject matter and as a<br />

territory during the latter half of the nineteenth century. Even the<br />

most innocuous travel book-and there were literally hundreds<br />

written after mid-century1l6-contributed to the density of public<br />

awareness of the Orient; a heavily marked dividing line separated<br />

the delights, miscellaneous exploits, and testimonial portentousness<br />

of individual pilgrims in the East (which included some American<br />

voyagers, among them Mark Twain and Herman Melville 1t7 ) from<br />

the authoritative reports of scholarly travelers, missionaries, governmental<br />

functionaries, and other expert witnesses. This dividing<br />

line existed clearly in Flaubert's mind, as it must have for any<br />

individual consciousness that did not have an innocent perspective<br />

on the Orient as a terrain for literary exploitation.<br />

English writers on the whole had a more pronounced and harder<br />

sense of what Oriental pilgrimages might entail than the French.<br />

India was a valuably real constant in this sense, and therefore all<br />

the territory between the Mediterranean and India acquired a correspondingly<br />

weighty importance. Romantic writers like Byron and<br />

Scott consequently had a political vision of the Near Orient and a<br />

very combative awareness of how relations between the Orient and<br />

Europe would have to be conducted. Scott's historical sense in The<br />

Talisman and Count Robert of Paris allowed him to set these novels<br />

in Crusader Palestine and eleventh-century Byzantium, respectively,<br />

without at the same time detracting from his canny political appreciation<br />

of the way powers act abroad. The failure of Disraeli's<br />

Tancred can easily be ascribed to its author's perhaps ove1'­<br />

developed knowledge of Oriental politics and the British Establishment's<br />

network of interests; Tancred's ingenuous desire to· go to<br />

Jerusalem very soon mires Disraeli in ludicrously complex descriptions<br />

of how a Lebanese tribal chieftain tries to manage Druzes,<br />

Muslims, Jews, and Europeans to his political advantage. By the<br />

end of the novel Tancred's Eastern quest has more or less disappeared<br />

because there is nothing in Disraeli's material vision of<br />

Oriental realities to nourish the pilgrim's somewhat capricious impulses.<br />

Even George Eliot, who never visited the Orient herself,<br />

could not sustain the Jewish equivalent of an Oriental pilgrimage<br />

in Daniel Deronda (1876) without straying into the complexities<br />

of British realities as they decisive~y affected the Eastern project.<br />

Thus whenever the Oriental motif for the English writer was not<br />

principally a stylistic matter (as in FitzGerald's Rubtiiyat or in<br />

Morier's Adventures of Hajji Baba of Ispahan), it forced him to<br />

confront a set of imposing resistances to his individual fantasy.<br />

There are no English equivalents to the Oriental works by Chateaubriand,<br />

Lamartine, Nerval, and Flaubert, just as Lane's early<br />

Orientalist counterparts-Sacy and Renan-were considerably<br />

more aware than he was of how much they were creating what they<br />

wrote about. The form of such works as Kinglake's Eothen (1844)<br />

and Burton's Personal Narrative of a Pilgrimage to Al-Madinah and<br />

Meccah (1855-1856) is rigidly chronological and dutifully linear,<br />

as if what the authors were describing was a shopping trip to an<br />

Oriental bazaar rather than an adventure. Kinglake's undeservedly<br />

famous and popular work is a pathetic catalogue of pompous ethnoct;ntrisms<br />

and tiringly nondescript accounts of the Englishman's<br />

East. His ostensible purpose in the book is to prove that travel in<br />

the Orient is important to "moulding of your character-that is,<br />

your very identity," but in fact this turns out to be little more than<br />

solidifying "your" anti-Semitism, xenophobia, and general allpurpose<br />

race prejudice. We are told, for instance, that the Arabian<br />

Nights is too lively and inventive a work to have been created by a<br />

"mere Oriental, who, for creative purposes, is a thing dead and<br />

dry-a mental mummy." Although Kinglake blithely confesses to<br />

no knowledge of any Oriental language, he is not constrained by<br />

ignorance from making sweeping generalizations about the Orient,<br />

its culture, mentality, and society. Many of the attitudes he repeats<br />

are canonical, of course, but it is interesting how little the experience<br />

of actually seeing the Orient affected his opinions. Like many<br />

other travelers he is more interested in remaking himself and the<br />

Orient (dead and dry-a mental mummy) than he is in seeing<br />

what there is to be seen. Every being he encounters merely corroborates<br />

his belief that Easterners are best dealt with when intimidated,<br />

and what better instrument of intimidation than a sovereign<br />

Western ego? En route to Suez across the desert, alone, he glories<br />

in his self-sufficiency and power: "I was here in this African desert,<br />

and I myself, and no other, had charge of my li/e."11S It is for the<br />

comparatively useless purpose of letting Kinglake take hold of himself<br />

that the Orient serves him.<br />

Like Lamartine before him, Kinglake comfortably identified his<br />

superior consciousness with his nation's, the difference being that

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