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Biography<br />
Good heaven! What is<br />
n WHEN THE 8,000-PAGE JOURNAL OF JAMES BOSWELL<br />
(1740-1795) was discovered in a chest of drawers in Malahide Castle,<br />
Dublin, in the 1920s, this provincial Scottish lawyer, whose reputation<br />
rested almost entirely on the documentation of celebrity, became<br />
a literary genius overnight. “Many of the greatest men that ever lived<br />
have written biography,” Lord Macaulay had pronounced, a good<br />
52<br />
hundred years before the discovery; “Boswell was one<br />
of the <strong>sm</strong>allest men that ever lived, and he has beaten<br />
them all.” The unveiling of this breathtaking document<br />
– gossiped about in literary circles for decades,<br />
published in a limited vanity edition in the 1930s, then<br />
brought out by Yale in fourteen volumes from the<br />
1950s through the ‘80s – showed that the greatest biography<br />
in the English language, Boswell’s Life of Samuel<br />
Johnson (1791), was only a slice, in some parts literally<br />
shorn off, of this <strong>sm</strong>all man’s monument to his own,<br />
very large mind.<br />
It wasn’t learning that made his mind great. Boswell<br />
had an average intellect. But he paid close attention to<br />
it. This was his gift. Take his run-in with “Signor Gonorrhea”<br />
on a trip to London at age twenty-two, 1763.<br />
Before:<br />
A more voluptuous night I never enjoyed. Five<br />
times was I fairly lost in supreme rapture. Louisa<br />
was madly fond of me; she declared I was a<br />
prodigy, and asked me if this was not extraordinary<br />
for human nature. I said twice as much<br />
might be, but this was not, although in my own<br />
mind I was somewhat proud of my performance<br />
... Louisa had an exquisite mixture of delicacy<br />
and wantonness that made me enjoy her with<br />
more relish. Indeed, I could not help roving in<br />
fancy to the embraces of some other ladies which<br />
my lively imagination strongly pictured. I don’t<br />
know if that was altogether fair. However, Louisa<br />
had all the advantage. She said she was quite<br />
fatigued and could neither stir leg nor arm ... I<br />
have painted this night as well as I could. The<br />
description is faint; but I surely may be styled a<br />
Man of Pleasure.<br />
And after, while clapped-up in bed:<br />
I thought London a bad place for me. I imagined<br />
I had lost all relish of it. Nay, so very strange<br />
is wayward, diseased fancy that it will make us<br />
wish for the things most disagreeable to us merely<br />
to procure a change of objects, being sick and<br />
tired of those it presently has ... In the afternoon,<br />
my brother came. He brought many low old<br />
Sunday ideas when we were boys into my memory.<br />
I wanted to indulge my gloom in solitude. I<br />
wearied of him. I showed it. I was angry at myself.<br />
I was peevish. He was good enough to say<br />
he would go and come just as I chose. He left me.<br />
I remained ill.<br />
Here stood on each page an individual, more vivid<br />
in his private jottings than Clarissa Harlowe or Samuel<br />
Pepys. The latter, probably Boswell’s closest diarist<br />
predecessor, a London naval administrator of the 17th<br />
century, is remarkably observant in the diary he kept<br />
for nine years. But he does not plumb the depths or<br />
dramatize as Boswell does. Pepys, 1663:<br />
Up betimes and to my office (having first been<br />
angry with my brother John, and in the heat of my<br />
sudden passion called him Asse and coxcomb,<br />
for which I am sorry, it being but for leaving the<br />
key of his chamber with a spring lock within side<br />
of his door), and there we sat all the morning,<br />
and at noon dined at home, and there found a<br />
little girl, which she told my wife her name was<br />
FALL 2016