Clarice Starling: ‘Did
you do those drawings, Doctor?’
Dr Hannibal Lecter: ‘Ah.
That is the Duomo seen from the Belvedere. You know Florence?’
Clarice Starling: ‘All
that detail just from memory?’
Hannibal Lecter: ‘Memory,
Agent Starling, is what I have instead of a view.’
Thomas
Harris / The Silence of the Lambs [1998]
A few months ago, my wife suggested we go to Italy,
specifically Florence for a little break, just the two of us. This Tuscan city
was mentioned because she has always wanted to view the paintings in the Uffizi
Gallery, and wander through the city, viewing the historic architecture. She is
also aware of my interest
in exploring the place where Thomas Harris set a significant part of his 1999
novel HANNIBAL.
Florence is where his character Dr Hannibal Lecter fled after his escape from
Baltimore at the close of 1988’s THE
SILENCE OF THE LAMBS, taking on the disguise of Dr
Fell.
Though she has grown irritated at my recent obsessive
behaviour, related to my fascination with a novel released
last week.
She said last night as I was reading aloud a scene
from Thomas Harris’ 6th novel - “It’s getting tiresome, all you
ever talk about is Cari
Mora, by Thomas Harris.” Continuing “You carry that bloody book
around with everywhere, quoting from it to anyone who passes by, it’s mental
and driving me insane; and it’s not the first time, and is not normal, it’s
weird.”
Florence
apart from being the hiding place of Dr Hannibal Lecter (a setting in Thomas
Harris’ 4th novel Hannibal), also lends
its name to a ‘condition’, one that some appear to suffer from: when a piece
of ‘art’ resonates within them.
I
should know, as I suffer from Florence Syndrome [aka Stendhal
Syndrome]. Sometimes a piece of writing, music or art resonates so deeply
within me, it’s like the peal of a bell, chiming within, so my thoughts become trapped, as
my mind focuses only of that piece of art, again, again, again, especially triggered
by evocative writing, thought-provoking narratives - like my current obsession with Cari
Mora.
“I was
in a sort of ecstasy, from the idea of being in Florence, close to the great
men whose tombs I had seen. Absorbed in the contemplation of sublime beauty ...
I reached the point where one encounters celestial sensations ... Everything
spoke so vividly to my soul. Ah, if I could only forget. I had palpitations of
the heart, what in Berlin they call 'nerves'. Life was drained from me. I
walked with the fear of falling.”
French
author Stendhal (pseudonym of Marie-Henri Beyle)
Who
described his experience in 1817 with his work “Naples and Florence: A Journey from Milan to Reggio” where he was overcome with profound
emotion at what he experienced in the art that spoke to him, in Florence.
It gave rise to the term Stendhal Syndrome, or Florence Syndrome
- a psychosomatic condition involving rapid heartbeat, dizziness,
fainting, confusion and even hallucinations, allegedly occurring when
individuals become exposed
to objects or phenomena of great beauty.
I pass an apology to those I
have annoyed with my Stendhal-like utterings
about the sixth
novel by Thomas Harris. This weird feeling lingers inside me, like it does
whenever I have been exposed to a piece of art, music or writing that for some
reason resonates, plaguing my mind. It gives me a racing heart; I feel dizzy, faint
and plagued by nightmares whenever this occurs. It is also exhilarating, and I get
affected by varying degrees, from the literature, art and music, that speaks to
me.
When it does, I become
obsessive.
My personal Stendhal Syndrome
is always at a zenith, an apex, whenever I
read a new novel by Thomas Harris, or listen to his voice narrate his own
work; narratives acted out in his native Mississippi twang, that becomes a ‘southern
gothic’ that makes me think so very, very deeply, haunting my conscious and subconscious
mind.
I am so very sorry if I have annoyed you, with my love of Cari Mora and the writings
of this author who I have followed since I was a clueless 17-year old.
It has never been my intention
to annoy, as I mean no harm – sorry.
“We
don’t invent our natures...they’re issued to us along with our lungs and
Pancreas
and everything else.”
Dr Hannibal Lecter,
speaking to Will Graham
Thomas
Harris / Red Dragon [1981]