I read this gothic monster of a personality in the book, “Melmoth the Wanderer“, by Charles Maturin, in 2008, while simultaneously taking a couple of English Undergrad courses. Cover Photo by Linus Sandvide on Unsplash
It’s been 15 years and I still haven’t read a book more wicked than Robert Maturin’s masterpiece, “Melmoth the Wanderer.”
☕☕☕☕☕ (5 out of 5 coffee mugs)
Even though it took me a year to read this book, I did take extensive notes and highlighted way too many parts in the book. The collection of quotes below are my favorite. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did. Who knows, maybe you’ll read it yourself one day.
I found myself repeatedly renewing my rental from the SIU library, ultimately keeping the book until I completed it. Indeed, I incurred a fine that could have allowed me to purchase the book instead.
I was captivated by the author’s skill in intertwining narratives, although at times the verbosity was overwhelming. The profusion of tender love scenes was somewhat excessive, yet one might argue that it was precisely this juxtaposition that heightened the tension and propelled the suspense. The persistent use of dark imagery was wonderfully macabre and appealed to my senses.
I’ll start with a quick synopsis, followed by my favorite quotes. Check out the book on Audible via our affiliate link here: https://amzn.to/4gJrkON – Happy listening! ☕🎧
Synopsis and General Description of Melmoth the Wanderer
Melmoth the Wanderer is an 1820 Gothic novel by Irish playwright, novelist and clergyman Charles Maturin.
Melmoth the Wanderer is a violent story about a man who sold his soul to the devil in exchange of a longer life, but he regretted about his deal and now preys on the helpless in their darkest moments, offering to ease their suffering if they will take his place and release him from his centuries of tortured wanderings.
Reflecting on the evolution of classic gothic literature, “Melmoth the Wanderer” stands out as a pivotal work. Alongside “The Castle of Otranto,” “The Monk,” and Ann Radcliffe’s novels, it was instrumental in defining the genre’s contours. To grasp the essence of literary horror at the century’s turn within Europe, these works are indispensable. Notably, this Victorian masterpiece also left its mark on Oscar Wilde’s “The Picture of Dorian Gray.”
Melmoth’s plot was inspired by many medieval legends that make references to the soul-selling pact with the devil, like Faust and The Wandering Jew. The urtext that provided the outline of all these classic stories was the unholy trade made on earth that bars entry to heaven. This theme was central in many ancient and medieval narratives and served as a storyline base for the main horror stories written and published at that time. A classic of Irish literature that certainly deserves to be read and debated more and more.
My Favorite Quotes from Melmoth The Wanderer
“At these words the sybyl who sat in the chimney corner slowly drew her pipe from her mouth and turned towards the party (13) – Maturin in “Melmoth the Wanderer”
Terror is very fond of associations; we love to connect the agitation of the elements with the agitated life of man; and never did a blast roar, or a gleaming of lightning flash, that was not connected in the imagination of some one, with a calamity that was to be dreaded, deprecated, or endured”- Maturin in “Melmoth the Wanderer”
“I remember all now, he cried. Starting up in his bed with a sudden vehemence, that terrified his old nurse with the apprehension of returning insanity (68)- Maturin in “Melmoth the Wanderer“
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I was mad, contumacious, heretical, diabolical(94)- Maturin in “Melmoth the Wanderer”
“I remember all now,” he cried. Starting up in his bed with a sudden vehemence, that terrified his old nurse with the apprehension of returning insanity” (68)
“He stood in an attitude of despair – he was streaming with blood. The Monks, with their lights, their scourges and their dark habits, seemed to like a group of demons who had made prey of a wandering Angel, – the group resembled the infernal furies pursuing a mad Orestes (108)
“And while the world is flattering and defying us, we are the perpetual victims of lassitude and self-reproach” (145)- Maturin in “Melmoth the Wanderer”
“The whispers this night were so horrible, so full of ineffable abominations of – I cannot think of them, – that they maddened my very ear of the desolation of mind into which the rejection of my appeal plunged me I can give no account, for I retain no distinguishing image. All colors disappear in the night, and despair has no diary, – monotony is her essence and her curse. Hours have I walked in the garden, without retaining a single impression but that of the sound of my footsteps; – thought, feeling, passion and all that employs them – life and futurity, extinct and swallowed up. (173) “- Maturin in “Melmoth the Wanderer”
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My Favorite Quotes from Melmoth The Wanderer continued…
“I was a maniac, oscillating between hope and despair. I seemed to myself all that day to be pulling the rope of a bell, whose alternate knell was heaven-hell” (188)
“Tales of superstition crowded on me like images of terror on those who are in the dark. I heard of infernal beings who deluded monks with the hopes of liberation, seduced them into the vaults of the convent, and then proposed positions which it is almost as horrible to relate as to undergo the performance of” (191)- Maturin in “Melmoth the Wanderer”
“The demon has haunted you from your birth – you were born in sin – friends rocked your cradle, and dipped their talons in the holy font, while they mocked the sponsors of your unsanctified baptism.” (239)
“Our dismal garbs and squalid looks, contrasted with the equally dork, but imposing and authoritative looks of the guards and officials” (240)
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My Favorite Quotes from Melmoth The Wanderer continued…
“Far, far, above us, the flames burst out into volumes, in solid masses of fire, spring up to the burning heavens” (241) – Maturin in “Melmoth the Wanderer”
“He seemed at last inclined to believe in the latter, though all men of for advanced age are apt to do distrust any marks of emotion as a demonstration rather of weakness than of sincerity” (269)
“The feelings of the devoted Indian seemed concentrated on the ill-chosen object of their idolatry alone” (317)
“The flowers have not the colors they once had – there is no music in the flow of waters – the stars do not smile on me from heaven as they did,- and I, myself begin to love the storm better than the calm.” (316)
Ste stranger approached her unobserved; his steps were unheard amid the rush of the ocean, and the deep, portentous murmur of the ocean” (315)
“The next moment he dashed them away with the hand of despair; and grinding his teeth, burst into that wild shriek of bitter and convulsive laughter that announces the object of its derision is ourselves”
“and some even averred they could see the ominous luster of those eyes which never froze on human destiny but as planets of woe.” (327) Maturin in “Melmoth the Wanderer“
“To place misery by the side of opulence” (302) – Maturin in “Melmoth the Wanderer”
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My Favorite Quotes from Melmoth The Wanderer continued…
“The dashed him to the Earth – tore him up again – flung him into the air – tossed him from hand to hand. as a bull gores the howling mastiff from right to left. Bloody, defaced, blackened with Earth and battered with stones, he struggled and roared among them, till a loud cry announced the hope of a termination to a scene alike horrible to humanity and disgraceful to civilizations” (255)
“The demon of his superhuman misanthropy had now full posessed him, and not even the tones of a voice as sweet as the strings of David Harp, had power to expel the evil one” (303)
“I conceived his as of one given up to diabolical delusions – to the power of the enemy” (509)
My Favorite Quotes from Melmoth The Wanderer continued…
“My existence is nothing – it is a vapor that soon must be exhaled” (518)
“You boasted of that cloud of mystery in which you could envelop yourself” (518)
“A power to pass over space without disturbance or delay, and visit remote regions with the swiftness of thought… and penetrate into dungeons, who bolts were as flax and tow at my touch” (538)
“The evening was very dark; heavy clouds, rolling on like the forces of an hostile army, obscured the horizon from East to West. There was a bright but ghastly blue in the heavens above, like that in the eye of the dying, where the last forces of life are collected.”
“A darkened cloud at the moment covered the moon – it seemed as if the departed storm collected in wrathful haste the last dark fold of its tremendous drapery, and was about to pass away forever” (324)
“The worthy priest… had acquired a kind of monastic apathy, of sanctified stoicism, which priests sometimes imagine is the conquest of grace over the rebellion of nature, when it is merely the result of a profession that denies nature its objects and its ties” (416)
“for the awe of the strangers presence hung round him like a chilling atmosphere, and seemed to freeze even his words as they issued from his mouth” (438)
Isadora – “Are these indeed the winds of heaven that sigh around me? Are these trees of natures growth that not at me like specters? How hollow and dismal is the sound of the blast. It chills me though the night is sultry, and those trees, they cast a shadow over my soul.” (387)
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This collection binds 10 creative short stories and a dozen visceral poems.
ARC Release: October 11th (Myths and Legends Day)
Presale Opens: November 20th (Blotmonath – Month of Sacrifice)
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