Tuesday, January 14, 2014

GALINA SEDOVA’S BULGAKOV. LV.


Woland in Disguise.

Tuba mirum spargens sonum
Per sepulcra regionum…


Thomas de Celano.

 
Woland appears at the ball as a highly unusual “swallow,” to which subject we are presently turning our attention. He greets Margarita at the ball, unrecognized by all. So, where the devil is the devil here? you may ask. But did you really think that Woland, all alone with a hurting knee [and no one there to rub it for him], dressed in a dirty patched up nightshirt, would be spending his once-a-year ball night lying in bed? Then this joke is on you!

Bulgakov is yet again laughing out loud. Woland has tricked them all. He is a master of disguise, and, yes, he is indeed amusing himself at his ball, and oh, how he does it in style! [See my explanation of the source of Bulgakov’s inspiration in creating the character of Woland in my Bulgakov chapter.]

Let us revisit one particular scene at the ball in Master and Margarita. Margarita with her retinue flies into a second hall, after the first hall, where she was greeted by an orchestra put together by Begemot. In this second hall, however, someone “incognito” greets her by “piercingly shrieking: ‘’Hallelujah!’”

And here is how Bulgakov describes this “incognito”:

“…There happened to be a breach in the wall of roses, and in that breach, on a stage, a man was boiling, clad in a red swallow-tailed tuxedo… Flying onward, Margarita could only see how the jazz-band virtuoso leader, fighting with the polonaise [sic! The answer to this Bulgakovian puzzle about the polonaise will be given in my chapter on Bulgakov…] that was blowing in Margarita’s back, was banging his band members on their heads with a clash cymbal, and those were squatting down in comic horror…”

The color red points to the devil, as such is his traditional color in many folklores. The swallow tail is parted, like the devil’s hoof. Everything about the jazz band leader exposes him without any doubt whatsoever about it at all.---

“...[he] slapped his knee once... (I bet it was the ailing one! And, of course, how could he stop there?) ...then, crosswise, he slapped the other knee...”

The fact that he chose the wall of roses where he had created a breach, indicates that only the host of the devil’s ball could allow himself to do such damage to the surroundings. In this scene, it is therefore Woland himself, who appears before us as the happiest of teenagers. He is obviously fit, and his ailing knee is just as much a circus as his dirty patched up nightshirt. Remember Koroviev advising Margarita: You must love him, Queen, love him you must![This is an allusion to the well-known Russian expression: Love me dirty, as everybody else will love me clean.] And of course Margarita never buys Woland’s act, but questions him in mock surprise: Ach, can such a thing be?!

One may think that this should be a good place to stop, but Bulgakov is merely warming up. When all the guests have arrived, Margarita gets back to the first hall, previously highlighted by Johann Strauss’s orchestra, but there is no Strauss there anymore.

“...On the stage, behind the tulips, where earlier the King of the Waltzes’ orchestra had been playing, an ape jazz was raising hell.”

In such a way, Woland has pushed out his competitor, namely Johann Strauss. No less remarkable is the fact that instead of an expected waltz, the “King of Waltzes” had been playing a... polonaise.

“A huge gorilla adorned by a pair of shaggy side whiskers, with a trumpet in hand, was conducting, heavily dancing to the rhythm. In one row there sat orangutans and blew into sparkling trumpets. On their shoulders nested chimpanzees with harmonicas. Two gamadrils with manes like lion’s were playing the grand pianos, and these pianos could not be heard behind the thunder, and the peep, and the thumping of the saxophones, violins, and drums in the paws of the gibbons, mandrills, and the monkeys.”

Bulgakov had a keen interest in dichotomies. In the course of this essay, I have given several examples of this. Not only does Woland appear at the ball in a split swallow-tail tuxedo, but he also appears split into a man and an ape. (More about Bulgakov’s obsession with splitting, and where he got this idea will be found in the chapter on Bulgakov.) In this way Bulgakov’s unique humor is revealed. I am sure that Lucifer (Woland) would approve, because he, along with the other angels, was helping God in the creation of both man and ape, and in so far as Woland couldn’t stand atheists, Darwin’s theory could never be to his liking. This is why Bulgakov turned this theory into a big [colossal] joke…

Speaking seriously, the trumpet, in Bulgakov, is associated with Woland. This starts in the Pontius Pilate sub-novel, as Woland instills fear in the head of the Procurator, and he starts hallucinating about Emperor Tiberius.---

“And something happened to his sense of hearing too, as though somewhere faraway, trumpets were playing softly and menacingly…”

Here Bulgakov alludes to the Last Judgment. When Varenukha, worried about Stepa Likhodeev, telephones Apartment #50, he “listened for a long time to the thick buzz coming from the receiver; and, in the midst of these signals, coming from somewhere faraway, he heard a heavy somber voice singing ‘cliffs, my dwelling place’ [from Schubert’s Aufenthalt].”

It must go without saying that the man’s deep low voice belongs to Woland. Compare this to the following passage near the end of Master and Margarita:

“…And then, over the mountains rolled like a trumpet sound the terrifying voice of Woland…”

Isn’t it quite obvious that should Woland be associated with any musical instrument, that would be in the brass section, be that a tuba or a low-playing trumpet. This is the reason why Bulgakov inserts so skillfully that already mentioned soldier-trumpeter into the Pontius Pilate sub-novel, alluding to none other than Woland being present there. It can by no means be assumed that the soldier was Woland, because our sybaritic devil would hardly be comfortable galloping in heat and dust behind a whole cavalry regiment…

(To be continued…)

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