An Exerpt From Carson McCullers’, “The Ballad of the Sad Cafe.”

As the hot days of summer stretch lazily across June, I find myself knee-deep in novels, short stories, and poetry to help pass the time.  Whenever I read something powerful, thought-provoking or something beautiful, I am overcome with the need to share the piece of literary genius.  Without further ado, an excerpt from Carson McCullers’ short story “The Ballad of the Sad Cafe.”

“First of all, love is a joint experience between two persons – but the fact that is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved. There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries.  Often the beloved is only a stimulus for all stored-up love which has lain quiet within the lover for a love time hitherto.  And somehow every lover knows this.  He feels in his soul that his love is a solitary thing. He comes to know a new, strange loneliness and it is this knowledge which makes him suffer. So there is only one thing for the lover to do.  He must house his love within himself as best he can; he must create for himself a whole new inward world- a world intense and strange, complete in himself.  Let it be added here that this lover about whom we speak need not necessarily be a young man saving for a wedding ring – this love can be man, woman, child or indeed any human creature on Earth.

Now, the beloved can also be of any description. The most outlandish people can be the stimulus for love. A man may be a doddering great-grandfather and still love only a strange girl he saw in the streets of Cheehaw one afternoon two decades past.  The preacher may love a fallen woman. The beloved may be treacherous, greasy-headed, and given to evil habits.  Yes, and the lover may see this as clearly as anyone else – but that does not affect the evolution of his love one whit.  A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lilies of the swamp.  A good man may be the stimulus for a love both violent and debased, or a jabbering madman may bring about in the soul of someone a tender and simple idyll.  Therefore, the value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.

It is for this reason that most of us would rather love than be loved.  Almost everyone wants to be the lover.  And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being be loved is intolerable to many.  The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best reasons.  For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved.  The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.”

 

 

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