The History of My Life by Casanova Vol. I

“I was all my life the victim of my senses”

Casanova’s memoirs have sat on my shelf for an indecent number of years. I bought the complete set (6 books total–each containing 2 volumes of memoirs) after a strong recommendation, and it didn’t take much arm-twisting as I have a weakness for memoirs. So 2011 was the year I finally picked up the first volume after whetting my appetite with some literary foreplay about The Great Lover.

Casanova (1725-1798) wrote the memoirs  beginning in 1789 while serving as the librarian for Count Waldstein at his castle at Dux in Bohemia. I’ll be honest and say that it’s not really clear how much is true and how much is fabricated. This is a concern with any memoir, of course, but in Casanova’s memoirs the issue of truth raises its head at almost every turn.

Volume I begins aptly with Casanova’s ancestry, his birth in 1725, his claim to nobility, his unremarkable childhood and ends in 1744. The first pages introduce the influence of women on Casanova’s life and also his strange health problems. He suffered from hemorrhages–a matter of no small concern especially since Casanova’s father died quite young from an abscess of the brain. Casanova’s parents were actors, and Casanova spends some time detailing his ancestry.

After his father’s death, the theatre-owning Grimani brothers became the family’s “protectors” or patrons. The plan was that Casanova would have a career in the church and he was sent to the University of Padua with that goal in mind. After three years at the University of Padua, Casanova received “minor orders” and became a “young ecclesiastic.” A further taste of the ecclesiastical life buried any illusions of a career in the church, and by the time the first volume ends, Casanova has literary aspirations.

This first volume shows Casanova in embryo. He still has a lot to learn about women, and for this reader, the most interesting aspects of this volume of the memoirs are to be found in the lessons Casanova learns. He’s a quick study when it comes to women, and a single incident is very easily converted into a lasting attitude towards the female sex.

One important lesson comes in the shape of Angela, a young woman Casanova becomes obsessed with. She plays a game of fast and loose and drives Casanova wild. In the meantime, her two friends, Nanetta and Marta make it perfectly clear that they are willing to comply even if their fickle friend isn’t. The lesson here for Casanova (and it takes him some time to stop panting after Angela) : enjoy the delights of the women who offer themselves and don’t waste time on the ones who tease beyond a reasonable amount of time.

In another significant episode, he’s driven to distraction by Lucia, a young servant girl who visits his room and sprawls on his bed. While they engage in a many a round of foreplay, the relationship is not consummated. This is something that Casanova rues much later when he learns that the girl ran off with a scoundrel, so he reasons that he ‘saved’ her for nothing. This is an important lesson for Casanova: why scruple against having sex with someone as who knows if they will still be there on the morrow? Here’s Casanova after receiving the news that Lucia has run off with another man:

As downcast as these decent people, I buried myself in the woods to ruminate my grief. I spent two hours in the most various reflections, some of them sound, others unsound, but all beginning with if. If I had arrived, as I might easily have done, a week earlier, my loving Lucia would have confided everything to me and I should have prevented this murder. If I had proceeded with her as I did with Nanetta and Marta, I should not have left her in the aroused state which must have been the chief cause of her yielding to the scoundrel’s desires. If she had not known me before she met the courier, her still innocent soul would not have listened to him. I was in despair at being forced to admit that I was the agent of the infamous seducer, that I had worked on his behalf.

While Casanova appears to blame himself for warming up Lucia, he comes to an interesting conclusion:

It is certain that if I had known where to look for her with any likelihood of finding her, I should have set off immediately. Before I knew of the disaster which had overtaken Lucia, I was proud, in my vanity, that I had been virtuous enough to leave her a virgin; and now I repented in shame of my stupid restraint. I promised myself that in future I would behave more wisely as far as restraint was concerned.

It’s impossible to read this volume without being struck that everything in Casanova’s world operates on favours. It’s the original ‘who-you-know’ scenario, and this is a system first seen in Casanova’s childhood and carried through to his old age. In this first volume, we see him passing from patron to patron as he begins to shape into the bon vivant, practiced seducer & the great storyteller.

I’ll admit that I initially found the beginning slow going but the pace picked up after Casanova left his childhood behind. This is not a fast read as the text is so dense with many quotable nuggets I wanted to reread. Some of the sex episodes were tedious–especially the one in which Casanova recounts a certain amount of coercion in a rather distasteful episode with the bride of a tenant-farmer. He recounts seizing the bride in a chaise during a thunderstorm and “clasp[ing] her by the buttocks” he carries  “off the most complete victory that ever a skillful swordsman won.” While Casanova has sneakily rearranged his breeches in order to achieve this, there is no mention of the woman’s undergarments, so it seems that there is some exaggeration here in order to create the illusion of a smoothly seamless and rapid seduction.

There are many wonderful quotes here, and it is difficult to select just a few to give a taste of the memoirs. Here’s one I particularly liked:

 You will laugh when you discover that I often had no scruples about deceiving nitwits and scoundrels and fools when I found it necessary. As for women, this sort of reciprocal deceit cancels itself out, for when love enters in, both parties are usually dupes.

And another quote that captured my imagination:

A quarter of an hour after my arrival, the murmur of water struck by the oars of a gondola coming in to the landing announced the prodigal Marchese.

It’s impossible to read this volume and not comment on the fantastic notion of Casanova serving the Church of Rome. Of course, he would have had plenty of earlier examples set for him–the Medicis and the Borgias leap to mind. He is such unsuitable raw material. Apart from his love of the sensual, he lacks humility and is insulted by the notion that he must humble himself before ‘superiors.’ Casanova seems to slip easily into a life of nimble wit and entertain his patrons, but he balks at the notion of obedience and subjugation. He is horrified at the idea of penury and obscurity, and it’s clear that when he thinks of a career in the church, he imagines an ambitious, meteoric rise to power. He probably would have been very happy if he could have become a cardinal and skip all the necessary steps to get to that point. He notes:

I had only six more months to spend in Venice awaiting the prelate, who was perhaps to set me on the road to the Papacy. Such were my castles in Spain.

Also in this volume, it’s quite clear that Casanova’s weakness for women is for women in general (at one point he waxes on about the beauty of women’s feet), but he does discriminate against ugly women at least at this stage in his life. We also see his ruinous gambling habit and his nose for intrigue. I’m including here a wonderful quote that rings of sincerity:

Having observed that I have all my life acted more from the force of feeling than from my reflections, I have concluded that my conduct has depended more on my character than on my mind, after a long struggle between them in which I have alternately found myself with too little intelligence for my character and too little character for my intelligence.

 Translated by Willard R. Trask



Filed under Casanova, Non Fiction

16 responses to “The History of My Life by Casanova Vol. I

  1. Memoirs and autobiographies are my favourite nonfiction genre but I often struggle with the childhood part. It is often not too fascinating for me (with some exceptions of course). I was actually wondering if this isn’t rather an autobiography (from our modern point of view), it seems to cover his whole life and not just a part?
    It’s interesting that he liked women in general and didn’t prefer a certain type. It isn’t, as it seems not even the difficulty of the hunt that determines whether he will be interested but rather the possibility of scoring.

    • He died before he could finish it and only got up to the year 1774. Damn nuisance, death.

      I’m not too sure what the difference is between autobiography and memoir as I’ve read autobiographies that skip huge chunks while some memoirs give minute detail. Memoirs sounds jazzier.

      These days we would probably say that Casanova was a sex addict and ship him off to rehab. He reminds me of the Truffaut film: The Man who Loved Women. And yes, you are right, at least in this volume, the hunt isn’t the thing (unlike Don Juan, and Zweig makes that point). I understand that Casanova became much less discriminating (I’m talking about looks) as he aged.

  2. Exactly that was what I was thinking, Don Juan is all about the hunt.
    I think a memoir could be more detailed because it takes a closer look at one part whereas, even though it might leave out parts, an autobiography is chronological, starting with the childhood and stopping at the point when it is written. Memoir sounds more interesting, more literary, I think.
    Yes, he would decidedly be labelled a sex addict nowadays.

    • Zweig goes into detail about how Casanova LOVED women and never harmed them (I don’t agree with that, BTW–the no-harm part) while Don Juan was all about the game of the hunt, the bigger the challenge, the better. You will probably get around to reading the Zweig book sooner or later, I expect.

  3. “If I had proceeded with her as I did with Nanetta and Marta, I should not have left her in the aroused state which must have been the chief cause of her yielding to the scoundrel’s desires.” Isn’t he showing off a little?

    As I was reading I was wondering how such a man could have ever thought of a career in the Catholic Church, THE church that forbids any kind of sexual intercourse to their clergymen. And then I saw your paragraph about it and I like your analysis about his lack of humility and submission. Marrying the Church would have been a terrible match on many levels.

    The last quote is great. Matter over mind for him.

    • At first I just found it ludicrous that he contempleted the church (or his patrons contemplated it), but then this was an era when the church offered a respectable way to make a living for a man with little means but powerful friends.

      As I read on, I realised that Casanova only considered the fast track. I could see him as a Borgia-style cardinal with huge gems on his fingers (thinking of Cesare Borgia here), granting favours of those who sought his help. It doesn’t seem to have occured to him that the church meant no women, but then again I’ve read of orgies held by Rodrigo Borgia, so perhaps Casanova was thinking along those lines.

  4. Great quotes, Guy, esp. the one about both parties usually being dupes in love. Will follow the rest of your Casanova adventures with interest and hopefully will get around to reading him myself someday.

  5. I have a huge fondness for Casanova, but then I’ve only read excerpts from his memoirs. He was a major prose stylist I believe in his day.

    The Zweig thing about not hurting women is nonsense. He didn’t hurt them as a rule, but he certainly wasn’t stopped by scruples when hurt was a possible outcome.

    The Church back then had a great many priests who were perhaps more temporal than was strictly permissible. I suspect he’d have been fine, if it hadn’t been for that tiresome need to work up the ranks…

    • I had to chew over the Church-Casanova connection for a while, but the conclusion I came to was that he wanted it all NOW. He was horrified by poverty and I think while he was comfortable with a vision of himself in a cardinal’s robe sitting on a throne of power, seeing a monk living in squalor made him seriously reconsider.

      I agree with the Zweig conclusion. Did he read the memoirs or was he just carried away with his own prose style. I am a fan of Zweig’s work, but even so, there are limits….

  6. I have this edition, and I dip into it at random when I am at a loss for a book to take with me. How much is true? Certainly, to hear him tell it, he never raped anyone, but some of the episodes sure sound like that is what happened. [See –
    He is a marvelous storyteller, and he proceeds at breakneck pace – it never stops. Also, I love the scams he is continually involved in. His prison escape is exciting, and the voluminous details of everyday life for a person of his social standing are fascinating.

  7. I stumbled upon this offering at ebay:

    Seems to combine multiple interests of ours: pulp; book collecting; Casanova; graphic art…

    Do you know anything about it?

    • I hadn’t heard of it, to be honest, so I got a preview through google books. It’s a re-translated version and it’s exclusively his sexual escapades. The first episode is very like the version I read with Angela and her friends. I think it took about 200 pages or so in my version to get to this episode, and in this version, the “Angela & Friends Incident” is almost immediate. Except here it’s an orgy.

      Whereas C. couches his encounters with elegant language, the elegance is gone. This is an everyday earthy version distilled to the moments he gets laid.

      Of course it’s full of line drawings in case to assist the reader’s imagination.

  8. Now I want to know if you bought it.

    • Tempted to buy it just as a fun addition to my shelf, right up there with the Trask edition. I get a kick out of those old Signet paperback editions of the classics, like the ones for 1984 and Brave New World.

  9. The leering expressions on Casanova’s face are priceless.

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