Johnson on Savage: The Life of Mr Richard Savage by Samuel Johnson. Samuel Johnson

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СКАЧАТЬ his stoicism, his inexhaustible interest in those around him (even the lowest inmates working in the prison kitchens). His seductive charm also seems miraculously sustained, and Johnson gravely reports how Savage makes a final conquest of his kindly gaoler, Mr Able Dagge. We may be sure that Mr Dagge also came to believe he was ‘the son of the late Earl Rivers’.

      In a surprising and effective move, Johnson for the first time uses long quotations from three of Savage’s own letters to bring us most closely into his company. This is the section that Johnson re-wrote all night in January 1744 against his publisher’s deadline, and shows how the prospect of immanent execution - as he later remarked in another context - wonderfully concentrates the writer’s mind.

      The first of these letters is to a Bristol friend, Saunders; the last evidently to his publisher, the faithful Edward Cave; the middle one is anonymous, ‘to one of his friends in London’. In each we hear Savage’s own voice, and experience his fantastic and violent shifts of mood - resignation, followed by fury, pride, bitterness, insouciance, despair, charm, enigmatic mystery. The changes are so volatile, so swift and so extreme, that one might almost think one was witnessing actual changes in Savage’s personality—or identity. No doubt Johnson intended his readers to reflect on the psychological implications of that too.

      It is possible that the confidential and touching middle letter, to the unnamed ‘friend in London’, was actually to Johnson himself. It has a stoic piety that Johnson would have admired. It also seems to make an unmistakable, rueful, smiling reference to their previous argument about the charms of rural life, and the amiable delusion of birds singing from every bramble.

      Typically, Savage finds a delightful way of proving that young Johnson was wrong, and that he - Savage - was telling the truth all along. ‘I thank the Almighty, I am now all collected in myself; and, though my person is in Confinement, my mind can expatiate on ample and useful subjects with all the freedom imaginable. I am now more conversant with the Nine than ever, and if, instead of a Newgate-bird, I am allowed to be a bird of the Muses, I assure you, Sir, I sing very freely in my Cage; sometimes, indeed, in the plaintive notes of the Nightingale; but at others in the cheerful strains of the Lark.’ (p.95)

      The end, when it comes, is swift but enigmatic. The dying Savage has one more secret to impart, but moving his hand ‘in a melancholy manner’, fails to tell it to his kindly gaoler - or to his attentive biographer. Johnson’s elegant summary of Savage’s extraordinary mixture of vices and virtues maintains its tender, ironic balance to the last. Although, not quite to the last. The final appeal is made directly to the reader’s sympathy, to his heart, in what became Johnson’s most celebrated biographical peroration. ‘For his life, or for his writings, none who candidly consider his fortune, will think an apology either necessary or difficult…Those are no proper judges of his conduct, who have slumbered away their time on the down of plenty; nor will any wise man presume to say, “Had I been in Savage’s condition, I should have lived or written better than Savage.”’ (p.105)

      There is in fact one more paragraph, which concludes with a more severe and conventional verdict, bringing the two words ‘genius’ and ‘contemptible’ into irreconcilable contact. But against this, Savage’s friend and advocate later wrote dismissively in the margin of his own 1748 copy: ‘Added’.

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      The biography was an immediate and dazzling success. It became the book of the season, the talk of the London coffee-houses, and the subject of ecstatic reviews. The monthly Champion was representative: This pamphlet is, without flattery to its [anonymous] author, as just and well written a piece of its kind I ever saw…It is not only the story of Mr Savage, but innumerable incidents relating to other persons and other affairs, which renders this a very amusing and withal a very instructive and valuable performance…The author’s observations are short, significant and just…His reflections open to all the recesses of the human heart.’ Johnson would particularly have liked that last phrase.

      The reaction of the fashionable painter, Sir Joshua Reynolds, was typical of contemporary readers. He was delighted by the picturesque elements of Savage’s story, and even more by Johnson’s wonderfully shrewd comments and reflections. He did not question the historical truth of Savage’s claims, but was simply gripped and mesmerized by its human drama. Reynolds told Boswell that ‘upon his return from Italy he met with it in Devonshire, knowing nothing of its author, and began to read it while he was standing with his arm leaning against a chimney-piece. It seized his attention so strongly, that, not being able to lay down the book till he had finished it, when he attempted to move, he found his arm totally benumbed.’

      Although anonymous, it would be true to say that the publication of the Life of Richard Savage in 1744 made Johnson’s name, and determined him to continue as a professional author in London. He was 35, and from henceforth he began to sign his own books and poems. Within three years he was able to agree the contract for the Dictionary, with a substantial advance payment of £1,575 from a syndicate of London publishers, and take the famous house in Gough Square. A second edition of the Life of Savage was also published by Cave in 1748, and his greatest poem ‘The Vanity of Human Wishes’ followed in 1749. No doubt Savage would have been pleased by all this, and made one of his famous, hat-doffing bows to his young protegee.

      Johnson’s further reflections on Biography and Autobiography appear in three short essays, which are appended to this edition. In Rambler No. 60, ‘On the Dignity and Usefulness of Biography’ he made the first great modern defence of the form (1750). He argued both for its intimate nature, and its universal appeal, and enshrined these in some notable aphorisms. ‘More knowledge may be gained of a man’s real character, by a short conversation with one of his servants, than from a formal and studied narrative, begun with his pedigree, and ended with his funeral’, (p.114). He also raised the question of how far we can believe in autobiography; and suggested the particular value of literary biography, with its emphasis on inner imaginative drama. ‘The gradations of a hero’s life are from battle to battle; and an author’s from book to book.’ (p.126)

      In after years Johnson often talked to Boswell about the nature and appeal of biography. In 1763, the year they met, he boasted that ‘the biographical part of literature is what I love most.’ Later in 1772, clearly thinking back to his time with Savage, he gave it as his opinion that ‘nobody can write the life of a man, but those who have eat and drunk and lived in social intercourse with him.’ But later still, in 1776, talking with Thomas Warton at Trinity College Cambridge, he added that even biography based on personal intimacy was ‘rarely well executed…Few people who have lived with a man know what to remark about him’. However, he never revived the question of the historical truth of Savage’s claims in Boswell’s hearing.

      Yet, right or wrong, Johnson had done something normally associated with much later 20^th century biography. He had made Savage’s childhood and adolescence a determining factor in his adult struggles. Whether genuinely a rejected child, or a brilliant obsessive fraud, a tragic self-deluded impostor, Savage was defined by a ‘lost’ childhood identity. It would of course be anachronistic to talk of Freudian insights in an early 18^th century text. But Johnson’s treatment of Savage’s obsession with his ‘Cruel Mother’ always repays further reading.

      Beyond the historical controversy, it can be seen to yield remarkable psychological insights. Johnson noted, for example, that when the actress Anne Oldfield (with whom Savage may have had an affair) died in 1730, ‘he endeavored to show his gratitude in the most decent manner, by wearing mourning as for a Mother.’ (p.15). He also observed that throughout his adult life Savage should be ‘considered as a child exposed to all the temptations of indigence’, (p.53). His final appeal is not for formal justice, but for the warmth of human understanding.

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