There are names I heard at school that are still buried beneath teacher dust. Names I’ve never looked at again – unreachable, academic names. Goethe was one of them.
Then, a few weeks ago, I bumped into him on the internet and I read his notes on Naples. They were a happy find.
Goethe (1749 – 1832) is still regarded as one of Germany’s greatest writers. In 1786, when he was not quite forty, he set off to explore Italy. He returned home two years later … reluctantly.
The notes Goethe made during his travels were published in a book called Italienische Reise (Italian Journey). The work, translated from German into English by W H Auden and Elizabeth Mayer, is an easy read.
Goethe reached Naples in early 1787. It took no time at all for the city to work its magic:
“Now I can forgive anyone for going off his head about Naples …“
He, like his father before him, was smitten.
“We spent today in ecstasies over the most astonishing sights. One may write or paint as much as one likes, but this place, the shore, the gulf, Vesuvius, the citadels, the villas, everything, defies description.”
There were however, two things that troubled Goethe about the Bay of Naples. One was Vesuvius “… this peak of hell which towers up in the middle of paradise …”.
He didn’t like the volcano but it fascinated him, and he climbed it several times … the more active it was the better. He took samples of the lava, and sometimes travelled with an artist who sketched Vesuvius as well as other sites they visited.
Goethe’s second issue with Naples was that he found it harder to work in the city than he thought he would:
“In Rome I was glad to study: here I want only to live, forgetting myself and the world …“
Thankfully he did at least manage fifty or so pages about the city and its bay, and the words bubble with praise. As a great review they’re hard to beat.
Of course, the area has changed a bit since Goethe’s day.
The “languor” and “easy going life” he talks about are gone but the physical print, the light, the difference, the volcano, the sea, and the “numberless host … running hither and thither in all directions” are still there.
Goethe found treasure in Naples and much of it still glistens.
Copyright Georgie Knaggs & The Phraser 2018
Reblogged this on The Phraser and commented:
A look back (first published on 6 January 2016): Naples is not a ‘do-in-a-day-city’ – it’s a city with roots, a city that takes time, a city that feels like it might be time itself. Even Goethe lost his rhythm here.
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