The Jinx: Thèophile Gautier

What is shrouded in the fogs of England becomes clear in the sunlight of Naples…”

The Jinx, a short tale from French author Thèophile Gautier is a tale of fate, love and the Evil Eye. My edition, translated by Andrew Brown, is from Hesperus Press, and it’s a perfect little tale to read and finish on a quiet Sunday afternoon.

The story opens with the arrival in Naples of a young Frenchman, Paul d’Aspremont.

His eyes in particular were extraordinary; the black lashes that bordered them contrasted with the light grey colour of his irises and the burnt brown tones of his hair. The thinness of the bones in his nose made these eyes seem set more closely together than the proportions established by the principles of drawing allow, and, as for their expression, it was quite indefinable. When they were gazing into space, a vague melancholy, a fondly lethargic expression could be read in them, and they had a moist gleam; if they focused on any person or object, the brows came together, contracted, and carved a perpendicular crease in the skin of his forehead: his irises, turning from grey to green, became speckled with black spots and streaked with yellow fibrils; his gaze flashed from them, piercing and almost wounding; then all resumed its initial placidity, and this character with his Mephistophean appearance turned back into a young man of the world.

While initially Paul appears to be a tourist, it’s soon revealed that he’s in Naples to join his fiancée, a young orphaned English girl named Alicia Ward, who’s travelled to a warmer climate in the company of her uncle. While the two young people reunite in joy, a dark cloud soon hovers over their relationship. Wherever Paul fixes his gaze, tragedy and disaster soon follow, and while the young lovers seem oblivious to this phenomenon, the people of Naples, including the Count Altaville, recognize the danger as … The Evil Eye!!

the jinx

While this tale may sound a little over-the-top, Gautier is convincing with his presentation of inescapable fate and tragic love. Paul d’Aspremont and Alicia Ward are visitors to Naples, and the beliefs of the locals seem to have little relevance to the elegance of the fastidious Frenchman or the fresh, fragile beauty of the young Englishwoman. At first they appear to be untouched by the superstitions of the region. Gradually, however, with an ever-encroaching sense of doom, it becomes clear that Naples is not the problem…

The introduction mentions that Gauthier was influenced by Hoffmann, but that Gauthier soars above “his rivals,” with his “high stylistic sheen.” I’ve read and enjoyed a few Hoffman stories, but Gauthier’s tale seems superior. We arrive in Naples with d’Aspremont and see the city, and its foreign customs, through his eyes. D’Aspremont and Alicia seem ‘normal’ and wholesome (after all, here are two young lovers who have promised to marry), and it’s Naples and its inhabitants that seem dark, archaic and superstitious.  Drawn gradually into the story, the easy dismissal of superstitious nonsense morphs into desperate hope until the full horror of the curse borne by d’Aspremont is revealed, and it’s this inversion, if you will, the evil carried unwittingly by an innocent that makes this story so powerful

Part of Gauthier’s skill resides in his imagery. At one point, for example, Paul likens Alicia to Ophelia, and Alicia talks about her dislike for bouquets and “the corpses of roses.” Even the gorgeous descriptions of lush landscapes harbor an undercurrent of exotic menace:

The calash left the main road, turned onto a track and stopped in front of a door formed by two pillars of white bricks, topped by urns of red clay, in which blossoming aloe flowers spread out their leaves, similar to sheets of tin plate and pointed like daggers. An openwork fence, painted green, served as a gate. Instead of a wall there was a cactus hedge whose shoots twisted themselves into irregular patterns and wove their sharp-pointed prickly pears into an inextricable tangle.

And to give another example of Gauthier’s silken, yet precise, sentences, here’s Paul looking in the mirror.

He stood in front of a mirror and gazed at himself with frightening intensity; that composite perfection, the result of beauties that are not usually found together, made him resemble more than ever the fallen archangel, and gleamed with a sinister light in the dark depths of the mirror; the fibrils of his eyes quivered like the bow from which the deadly arrow has just taken wing; the white furrow in his brow recalled the scar left by a bolt of lightning, and in his gleaming hair hellish flames seemed to be flickering; the marble pallor of his skin exacerbated each feature of this truly terrible physiognomy.

Paul felt frightened by himself-it seemed to him that the emanation of his eyes, reflected by the mirror, reverberated towards him in the shape of poisoned darts, like Medusa gazing at her horrible and charming head in the fawn reflection of a bronze shield.

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18 responses to “The Jinx: Thèophile Gautier

  1. What a fantastic cover! I wonder if it’s by artists Arnaud and Adeline Nazare-Aga, whose work I saw in Singapore last year? At our hotel they had a special exhibition of sculptures of The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupery, see ‘Bookish Moments’ on my travel blog at https://hillfamilysoutherndivision.wordpress.com/tag/bookish-moments/

  2. Maybe that holiday involving Naples that my husband was suggesting doesn’t seem like such a good idea now…

  3. Thanks for this. Some recent life stresses have greatly impacted my reading this year so I am looking to gather some shorter reads. I looked this up and found I could order a copy from the UK for $5 CDN. Sold!

  4. Thanks for this, Guy. Those quotes are excellent, especially the first one – it seems packed with meaning.

  5. The plot does seem far fetched. With that, as you allude to, in the right hands such implausibility can be handled effectively.

    I love the cover artwork.

  6. Silken, yet precise, sentences. Nicely put.

    I’m glad you liked this one. I reviewed it myself a while back (here: https://pechorinsjournal.wordpress.com/2010/10/19/theophile-gautier-the-jinx/) after Kevin of Kevinfromcanada wrote it up. It’s good to be reminded of it, and I don’t know anyone who’s read it who hasn’t been impressed as you were (though not many of us seem to have read it).

    • I probably bought this after reading Kevin’s review. I have others from this author on the shelf. The intro states that Gauthier is hardly read any more which seems a shame.

  7. Loving the quotes you’ve selected from this one – you do find the most interesting sounding books to read!

  8. What’s the original title? I can’t find an obvious connection with the list of Gautier’s work I’ve been looking at.

    This is a writer I’ve barely explored. I should try again.

  9. Emma, it’s Jettatura (1856).

    I haven’t read it, but it would have fight right into the My Fantoms collection, which has more playful supernatural Gautier stories, although the most powerful is about a real phantom, Gautier’s friend Gérard de Nerval.

  10. Like Emma, I was wondering about the original title. I saw the answer. I read that at uni and remember liking it very much. And his other stories as well.
    I couldn’t say whether I found him more refined than Hoffmann. Maybe it’s alanguage thing. French hasn’t changed as much as German.

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