Writing His Way into History
By ADAM KIRSCH
A few
years ago, when I first began to think about writing a book about Benjamin Disraeli, I knew only the outlines of his
life—that he was the only Jewish prime minister of England, and that he was a
novelist as well as a professional politician. The combination of novelist and
politician was already intriguing to me: as a poet and literary critic, I was
interested to see how Disraeli combined the very different personality types of
the man of letters and the man of action. It was not until I plunged into his
own books, however, that I came to realize that the bridge between those two
identities was nothing other than Disraeli’s Jewishness. Being a Jew, being a
writer, and being a leader were, for Disraeli, three ways of responding to his
deepest passion—to impress his personality on history.
The best place to see this connection at work is in his most personal novel, Contarini
Fleming, which he wrote in 1832 when he was 27 years old. In many ways, it
is a fairly conventional example of the Bildungsroman, the novel of
education that was a favorite genre among the Romantics. Like so many young
writers before and since, Disraeli modeled his hero on himself, and told the
story of his dawning recognition that he possessed extraordinary powers. The
reader follows Contarini as he falls precociously in love, feels the rapture of
inspiration, and travels to exotic cities.
But one feature of Disraeli’s novel is unique and helps to explain why I found
Disraeli so fascinating to write and think about. Unlike almost any other young
poet in fiction, Contarini Fleming is constantly being seduced away from poetry
by political ambition. In an earlier era of British history, it was not
uncommon for the same man to seek fame in literature and in politics: think of
Milton, who threw himself into the English Civil War before writing Paradise
Lost, or Joseph Addison, an accomplished essayist and adept
Parliamentarian. But in the 1830s, when Disraeli was starting his career, the
Romantic era in English literature was in full swing, and nothing could be more
foreign to the Romantic spirit than the idea of combining sublime poetry with
workaday politics. Byron, who was the young Disraeli’s idol, might enlist in
the Greek War of Independence, but you could hardly imagine him going every day
to the House of Lords, shepherding bills through committee, and intriguing for
party leadership.
Yet Disraeli takes care to provide his hero with a professional politician for
a father, thus allowing Contarini to experience practical politics at an early
age. The key scene in the novel comes when the elder Fleming lectures Contarini
on the inferiority of poetry to power:
What were all those great poets of whom we now talk so much, what were they in
their lifetime? The most miserable of their species. Depressed, doubtful,
obscure, or involved in petty quarrels and petty persecutions; often
unappreciated, utterly uninfluential, beggars, flatterers of men unworthy even
of their recognition; what a train of disgustful incidents, what a record of
degrading circumstances, is the life of a great poet! A man of great energies
aspires that they should be felt in his lifetime, that his existence should be
rendered more intensely vital by the constant consciousness of his multiplied
and multiplying power. Is posthumous fame a substitute for all this?...Would
you rather have been Homer or Julius Caesar, Shakespeare or Napoleon? No one
doubts.
Why does Disraeli betray the Romantic script in this way, placing the world
above the soul, achievement above imagination? The reason is suggested by the
other unique element in Contarini Fleming: Contarini’s veiled but still
identifiable Jewishness. Disraeli does not come right out and say that his
alter ego is Jewish; as his first name suggests, he is meant to be half
Italian. But we are obviously listening to Disraeli’s own experience growing up
as a Jew in England when the young Contarini, who lives in Scandinavia,
complains about his Nordic half-brothers: “They were called my brothers, but
Nature gave the lie to the reiterated assertion. There was no similitude
between us. Their blue eyes, their flaxen hair, and their white visages claimed
no kindred with my Venetian countenance. Wherever I moved I looked around me,
and beheld a race different from myself.”
Here is another standard trope of Romantic literature, the myth of the ugly
duckling. (Disraeli and Hans Christian Andersen were, in fact, almost exact
contemporaries.)
But as the novel progresses, Contarini’s “Venetian” heritage intersects with
his political ambitions in a remarkable way. He happens to read a history of
Venice in which he learns that the Contarinis, his mother’s family, were a race
of great noblemen, and he travels to the city to see its ancient grandeur. At
the time Disraeli wrote, Venice was under Austrian occupation, but Contarini
dreams of devoting his life to restoring its independence, thus vindicating his
ancestry and turning his lifelong difference into a source of pride.
It is an allegory of Zionism, with Venice standing in for Palestine, and it
offers a glimpse of Disraeli’s own youthful dreams of becoming a Jewish
national leader. In the end, Disraeli sacrificed that ambition, choosing the
more practical path of becoming an English statesman. But the link between
Disraeli’s writerly imagination and his Jewish consciousness, so clear in Contarini
Fleming, was never broken. Perhaps if Disraeli had not been born a Jew, he
would have been content to be a writer. But his intense pride for himself and
his people led him to see public glory as the highest achievement in life—all
the more so because, for centuries, Jews had been barred from it. The chief
irony of Disraeli’s life, among many, is that the Jewishness that made his rise
to power so difficult was also what fueled his ascent.
Reprinted with permission from Sh'ma.