Blackwood's Magazine. It appeared in book form in 1902, minus the "The" in the title. Numerous critics have hailed it as the essential book of the twentieth century; T.S. Eliot quoted one of its key lines in "The Hollow Men," and it was famously adapted for film by Frances Ford Coppola in 1979 as Apocalypse Now. It has become a grim epitome for a grim era, but is also one of the most economically and beautifully crafted novellas in English.
Which is no mean feat, considering that its author, Joseph Conrad, was born Józef Teodor Konrad Korzeniowski in Poland, and that English was his third language (after Polish and French). Writing was also his second career, after a lengthy one as a seaman, rising from ordinary seaman to mate to Master from 1878 to 1886. In the process, he taught himself English, changed his name, and embarked on a long-sought career as a writer.
In one of his last essays, "Geography and Some Explorers," Conrad looked back on his boyhood romance of the sea, and of story. He credited the birth of both to his reading of a book by Frances Leopold McClinctok, The Voyage of the Fox in Arctic Seas, which described the final trials of the ill-fated Arctic expedition of Sir John Franklin, who vanished -- along with his ships the Erebus and Terror and 128 men -- in the frozen wilderness, with no man returning alive and some considerable evidence that his men turned to cannibalism in their last despair. Conrad cites this book in the essay, declaring that
"The great spirit of the realities of the story sent me off on the romantic explorations of my inner self; to the discovery of the taste for poring over land and sea maps; revealed to me the existence of a latent devotion to geography."
And the first of Conrad's journeys inspired by this devotion was the (then undiscovered) "heart" of Africa, which was as yet a blank upon the map. By the time he reached adulthood and was able to reach that spot, it was no longer "dark" in the sense of being unknown, but "dark" in that it lay in the midst of the Belgian Congo, a late African colony established by the King of Belgium as his private preserve, and one of the most corrupt, brutal, and ill-managed colonies in the history of European expansion. Like his character Marlow, he piloted a "tramp" steamer up the Congo, and witnessed firsthand man's inhumanity to man.
Today, the whole world has been "explored," and there are no blanks upon our maps -- no place you can't zoom in on in Google Earth. And yet, that strange human hunger for the unknown persists, whether it is in the pursuit of space exploration, the renewed efforts to chart and understand the depths of the world's oceans, or the scientific question to learn the causes and consequences of global warming at the earth's poles. As much as Jekyll carried Hyde within him, we carry within ourselves the anonymous ghosts of the brutality of Empires past, the anger and uncertainty of an unstable present world, and the hopes and aspirations of those old explorers who, as Conrad says at the conclusion of his essay, bore within them "a spark of that sacred fire."
So again, one must ask: is civilization, as the poet Ezra Pound once wrote, a "botched" job, an "old hag gone in the teeth"? Or is it our only hope for the better future? Coppola expolores this question in his film Apocalypse Now, looking back only a decade or so from 1979 to 1969 and the brutality of the Vietnam war. What of today? With all the conflicts in the world, and American forces once again in harm's way in wars, such as Afghanistan, which have lasted longer than any other war ever fought by the United States, what the answer is today matters deeply, and still we find Conrad's vision is remarkably prophetic. What do you think?