| A Review of: Beyond Measure by Lisa Salem-WisemanThe title of Beyond Measure, the new novel by B.C. writer Pauline
Holdstock, suggests a world in which moral considerations have been
discarded, in which even Protagoras's relativist dictum that "man
is the measure of all things" has given way to the idea that
the ethical realm has been abandoned altogether. This is the world
of the Italian Renaissance; from the opening pages, which vividly
depict a crowd's bloodthirsty reaction to a double hanging, to the
final pages, which follow the creation of "a living boy of
pure gold" for a celebration, the reader is plunged into a
society which subjects the human body and spirit to innumerable
abuses and humiliations, but which simultaneously prizes beauty
above all else. The novel follows events in the lives of a number
of artists living and creating in a decadent society in which moral
criteria have been supplanted by aesthetic ones, and in which
"creating beauty is all that matters."
The artists-Matteo Tassi, a sadistic sculptor; Paolo Pallavicino,
who conducts anatomical demonstrations in the name of art; and
Sofonisba Fabroni, a painter whom, Holdstock tells us in an Author's
Note, is loosely based on Artemisia Gentileschi-allow nothing to
interfere with their labours, which they consider to be divinely
inspired. In order to justify his behaviour, Paolo tells himself
that art can be understood as the revelation of God's creation:
"In experience can nature be known. In art she can be revealed.
It is this amassing of experience, this thorough and rigorous
investigation of what is before the eye, that is the principal duty
and chief dignity of man. For the duty of man is to know God. And
to know God, man has only to look to his creation."
Paolo amasses experience through flaying and dissecting human bodies
in his byre in the dead of night; he then reveals his knowledge in
his sketches. Similarly, Sofonisba has a revelation while sketching
a calf that is being killed: "The terror that she saw in the
eyes of the calf transcended purpose, transcended finality and so
was marked by a strange beauty: a reflection cast back by the flaring
of compassion in the heart of the viewer." The artist's view
of flesh-both human and animal-as raw material which exists solely
for their use is partially explained by the novel's epigraph from
Girolamo Cardano, which distinguishes between "the material
existence common to the beasts" and the higher plane of existence
inhabited by those "eager for glory and high endeavour."
The novel depicts the various ways in which those who exist in the
first category are violated by those who exist in the second-acts
that are justified in the name of beauty.
In other gruesome examples of the subordination of moral norms to
aesthetic requirements, a fetus is cut out of a dead woman's body
and used as the genesis of a bronze casting, a vest is sewn from
skin flayed from the body of a hanged man and is used in a series
of elaborate and cruel humiliations, women are raped, countless
human bodies are dissected, and a boy dies as a result of being
covered in gold. The most disturbing examples of the characters'
convictions that Cardano was right to posit two levels of existence
are found in the treatment of the novel's sole sympathetic character,
a slave named Chiara whose skin is marred by large piebald markings.
Her lack of surface beauty serves as justification for the cruel
treatment she endures at the hands of individuals who view her,
variously, as a curiosity, an animal, and a devil. Indeed, Paolo's
fantasy of peeling off layers of her skin, "measure by
measure," to reveal a more beautiful surface beneath her
ugliness, is a chilling reminder of the characters' complete disregard
for human life, except as means to attaining beauty.
For the artists of Holdstock's novel, beauty is found not only
through peeling back surfaces to reveal nature's secrets, but also
in embellishing nature's raw materials to create an aesthetically
superior product. Holdstock provides many examples of this, but one
of the most arresting is Paolo's decoration of a lizard with gold
medallions attached "with the finest silver wire threaded
through the creature's hide." This mutilation causes the
animal's skin to leak pus, and makes movement difficult, but the
artist's sole concern is with the creation of beauty. Later, the
lizard is referred to by others as "an entirely new creature"
and "Paolo's creation,", suggesting that these people do
in fact see themselves as privileged with a higher order of being,
artist-gods invested with the power of creation. The lizard's
transformation is paralleled with a more tragic work of artistry-the
making of a golden boy for a parade in honour of the appointment
of a new cardinal. The implication, which the epilogue informs us
has been glimpsed by at least one character, is that "the
desire to dissect or to enhance" that which occurs naturally,
when unmoderated by an understanding of what constitutes acceptable
treatment of living beings, leads to unspeakable cruelty, pain, and
death.
In Beyond Measure, Holdstock has created a fascinating portrayal
of a society obsessed with surfaces, which sees the creation of
beauty as ample justification for torture, mutilation, and murder.
Unfortunately, the unpalatable subject matter results in a novel
that at times alienates the reader: while the acts performed by the
characters are described in chilling detail, we do not see the works
of art which serve as justification; thus, while the characters
consider themselves beyond judgement, the reader perhaps finds it
all too easy to judge. The moral universe, obliterated by the stroke
of a paintbrush, has been returned to us, but without the subtle
colouration we might expect. Ultimately, though, Holdstock has
written an entertaining novel that grapples with issues about the
relationship between art and morality and asks a question that is
perhaps as relevant to the twenty-first century as it was to the
sixteenth: in a society that values surface beauty above all else,
do we lack the moral depth to determine how we ought to live?
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