Broadcast Lecture by Per Hallström, Chairman of the Nobel Committee of the Swedish Academy*
Among Johannes V. Jensen's prose works
Den lange rejse (1908-22) [The Long Journey] stands
foremost in popular estimation. The theme of this immense epic is
man's development from the soulless and inarticulate herd-life
when more than any other creature he was a prey to the forces of
nature - to a state of primitive and gradually progressive
civilization. The six long stories are full of adventures
actuated, Jensen thinks, by obscure but profound nostalgia for
the tropical world that was man's first home.
The first saga takes place somewhere in the primeval forests of
Europe near a huge volcano. Fire glows on its summit and
sometimes burning lava pours down the slopes, destroying
everything in its path. For countless ages, primitive man has
worshipped the fire-god in dumb terror. But at last comes the
first great moment in the history of mankind: the emergence from
the herd of a man with a mind and a will, a Prometheus.
Fearlessly confronting the unknown, he solves the riddle of fire
and brings it down on a torch to serve man. With it he lights
campfires to keep off wild beasts. But he does much more.
Observing the movements of the stars he infers the notion of
time, the first abstract idea won from the darkness of chaos. He
also takes the first step toward civilized intercourse between
individuals, discovering tenderness in sexual relations, the
inaugural burgeoning of what we know as love. In the end he dies
a prophet's death at the hands of the obtuse masses, but he
bequeathes a rich legacy to posterity.
Thus ends the first saga. The next, with a second prehistoric
patriarch, begins after another measureless lapse of time. The
world has changed now, the volcano is extinct, the climate
cooling. There is a general migration to the south. But one man
sets off in the opposite direction to grapple with hardship. He
is a sort of Cain, a slayer avoided by his fellow men, whom he
holds in such contempt that he does not even condescend to take
their god, fire, with him to the icy lands of the North. Defying
the cold, he grows hardy and strong. With a woman who has somehow
found her way up there he becomes the father of the Nordic race
which is so dear to Jensen, who follows its destiny.
He rediscovers fire, not simply borrowing it as before but by a
stroke of genius striking it out of two minerals. And thus he
founds a new civilization.
The theme is repeated in a third saga with another genius who
invents means of locomotion: wagons and boats driven by oar or
sail. The men of the North, ready now to listen to the old call
to the summer lands, begin the long journey proper.
The later sagas describing the journey take us down to historical
times: we see the Cimbrians marching on Rome and the Vikings'
raids. But the story does not end until Columbus realizes that
dream of a tropical paradise which is the leading idea of the
book.
Jensen's imaginative resources are rich and inexhaustible, his
power of vivid presentation unfailing.
The whole book is like a series of huge decorative paintings in
which characterization is less important than the range of
composition and the incomparable skill of the brush
strokes.
Characters of much greater psychological interest will be found
in Jensen's tales from life in his native Himmerland,
Himmerlandshistorier (1989-1910). Its inhabitants,
descendants of the Cimbrians, have kept much of their ancestors'
primitive savage energy, forced as they are to struggle hard for
meagre reward in a country of heath and sand. They are men of
action, rugged, swayed by strong passions. On intimate terms with
tragedy, they bear it staunchly. They have their own mordant
humour, too, and Jensen renders the tragic and the comic in the
most congenial way. The art of these peasant tales is so
consummate that they already rank as Danish classics.
The master hand is even more apparent in a later Himmerland story
of very different flavour, a short novel called
Jørgine (1926). This book shows us another facet of
Jensen's remarkably versatile talent. It is a simple, quiet
story: a deceived peasant girl saves herself from disaster and
shame by an unromantic marriage and becomes a dutiful,
hard-working wife and self-sacrificing mother.
Jørgine is an excellent piece of work, deep in
feeling, penetrating in its knowledge of life, wonderfully fresh
and alert, and written with that virtuosity of style which is
always at Jensen's command. Since Jørgine he has more
than once turned his attention to similar placid lives, creating
from them minor works of classic art.
For many years Jensen has collected very heterogeneous pieces of
writing in volumes entitled Myter (1907-45) [Myths]. The
whole series of these is so well known that the word
«myth» has acquired in Danish the additional sense of a
new literary genre. That sense is not easy to define. Sometimes
it means that Jensen has left the everyday world to explore that
realm of fantasy which is the domain he masters. This can happen
even when he is telling his own experiences in the first person.
Just as often he tells in a «myth», events and
experiences which must be taken as factual, or he expounds, with
utmost sincerity, his ideas and theories. His presentation then
is of unique graphic clarity and verisimilitude.
Sometimes natural phenomena are described with such profound
intuition and imaginative insight that the word «myth»
can be understood in its ordinary sense. The common factor in all
these diverse works is indeed only their brilliant and direct
style. This same style in Jensen's innumerable studies and
manifestoes in popular science allows us to classify them as
belles-lettres.
The exigencies of space prevent me from mentioning more than one
of these works here. I choose Vor oprindelse (1941) [Our
Origin] since it constitutes a sort of parallel and complement to
the sagas in Den lange rejse. The book opens at the point
in time when man himself, ceasing to be merely passive, begins to
influence the forces of evolution.
In the introduction Jensen says important things about the
blessings of work - a subject on which he is undoubtedly an
authority, for he has been an indefatigable worker all his
life.
This becomes evident in more ways than one in Vor
oprindelse. He has re-enacted every one of the advances made
by man in that long history he so brilliantly relates - from the
mastery of fire and the making of the first weapons to the slowly
perfected mastery of the crafts. It is a most impressive book,
one of his best.
The Danes think as highly of his verse as of his prose. As a poet
his major characteristic is an ever-deepening devotion to his
native soil, expressed in quite varying tones. Sometimes he uses
a revived old alliterative measure; sometimes modern «free
verse» - but with the great improvement that rhythm is
retained and syntax respected. Some of his poems are in regular
verse, their pure melodies recalling the golden age of Danish
poetry. In them Jensen rises to the zenith of his powers and
reveals yet another aspect, new and surprising, of his art and
his personality.
Primarily he directed all his love to the machine age. He seemed
spellbound by the astonishing and ever more rapid march of
science. The faster the pace, the greater his enchantment. Such
an outlook has no use for old values. It flies high over the
nations, has no thought for them. Its Utopia needs no flowering
meadows to walk in, no infinite space for dreams.
Fortunately, Johannes V. Jensen's richly creative mind has taken
frequent holidays from the marvels of the future to dwell instead
on those inherited aesthetic and emotional values which are
fundamental to the spirit of man.
* On December 10,
1944, a luncheon was held under the auspices of the
American-Scandinavian Foundation at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel in
New York to take the place of the customary ceremonies in
Stockholm. Mr. Jensen was not present at the gathering. The
lecture was broadcast in Stockholm on the same date.
Mr. Jensen participated in the official ceremonies of the Nobel
Foundation in Stockholm in 1945. On that occasion, he received
his diploma and the gold medal.
From Nobel Lectures, Literature 1901-1967, Editor Horst Frenz, Elsevier Publishing Company, Amsterdam, 1969
Copyright © The Nobel Foundation 1944