The line of grace: a book review.

Alan Hollinghurst, The Line of Beauty

In 1753, British artist William Hogarth published The Analysis of Beauty, one of several 18th-century attempts to establish formal rules to standardize aesthetic taste. The title of Hollinghurst’s Booker Prize–winning novel The Line of Beauty is taken from Hogarth’s famous S-curve, which he declared inherent to all beautiful forms. According to Hogarth, “the waving line, or line of beauty, varying still more [than a combination of straight and curved lines], being composed of two curves contrasted, becomes still more ornamental and pleasing, insomuch that the hand takes a lively movement in making it with pen or pencil”: the principle of beauty is the pleasure of constant variety and motion—of the hand, for the artist, and of the eye, for the viewer—and the play of contrasts of a line winding first this way and then that provides the ideal form of such pleasure. Hollinghurst’s novel, which is, in addition to a consideration of Hogarth’s aesthetic theory, an homage to Henry James and a portrait of London’s uppermost upper class in the mid-1980s, deftly winds through various manifestations of the S-curve, and the effect is indeed one of astounding beauty. The novel’s protagonist, Nick Guest, an Oxford-educated “aesthete” and James devotee who has (unwittingly?) insinuated himself into the glittering lifestyle of Britain’s rich and famous, has an eye for form, and describes waving lines everywhere, from the fence that keeps the masses out of the private garden to which he himself possesses a key (as a permanent guest—ha!—of the wealthy and politically powerful Fadden family) to the posts of the bed he secretly shares with one of London’s most celebrated young heirs, a kind of modern-day oriental prince. Hollinghurst, too, has an eye for winding lines, and a better sense than his protagonist of the way beauty necessarily curves its way through both dark and light—Nick will have to discover the dark side of each luminescent edge of his fast and furious life in his own time. This is a beautiful novel because all of its lines are under strict control: each sentence is balanced, each scene is minutely plotted, and the narrative unfurls in a continuing series of flights and falls, careening through thrills that plunge into tragedy with a sense of epic inevitability.

But the novel’s greatest strength, I think, is not its mastery of the line of beauty, but its occasional forays into Hogarth’s three-dimensional “line of grace,” or “serpentine line”: “the serpentine line, by its waving and winding at the same time different ways, leads the eye in a pleasing manner along the continuity of its variety, if I may be allowed the expression; and which by its twisting so many different ways, may be said to inclose (tho’ but a single line) varied contents; and therefore all its variety cannot be express’d on paper by one continued line, without the assistance of the imagination.” While he ruminates obsessively about the line of beauty, Nick never (as far as I recall) considers the line of grace, and the moments when the novel seems to embody this more complex and more sinister line are the moments when the writing appears to have escaped the obsessive control of its “master”—whether that is Nick, or his imaginary mentor James, or the conscious vision of Hollinghurst himself—and soars forward tracing a path through the world that has itself been set in motion. Appropriately, since Hogarth and even James are best remembered as satirists rather than pious students of beauty, The Line of Beauty‘s moments of sublimity appear in its graceful but savagely funny sequences of dialogue, when the characters reveal through their own lines the simultaneous heights of comedy and tragedy contained in the relentless progress of human folly. An example: While young Catherine Fadden’s manic depression traces out one of the novel’s lines of beauty, it is the conversation about her “episodes” that fleshes this conceit out and propels it forward into the more twisted line of grace:

“Oh, it’s pathetic!” shouted Catherine, with the rush and stare of someone hurtled along by a strong new mix of emotions. …she smacked the table hard, but still somehow childishly and comically; there were one or two nervous smiles. She jumped her chair back over the flags and hurried indoors.

“Um … should I …?” said Jasper, and sniggered.

“No, no, I’ll go,” said Rachel. “In a minute or two.”

“Experience suggests to wait a bit,” said Gerald, as if explaining some other local customs to his guests.

“An emotional young lady,” said Maurice Tipper with a grin of displeasure.

“She’s a very emotional young lady,” said Jasper, in a cowardly mixture of boasting and mockery.

“She’s quite unbalanced,” Lady Partridge agreed confidentally.

Gerald hesitated, peering over his raised wine glass, but took his daughter’s part. “I think I’d say she’s just very softhearted,” he said; which it seemed to Nick was just what she wasn’t.

I’m not sure Hollinghurst himself would pick out a moment such as this to illustrate his best talents as a writer—the novel is certainly full of more beautiful passages—but this is where the writing seems to me most wise, in a serpentine kind of way, exposing its characters in a heady mix of comic derision and profound insight into the things people don’t know about themselves, and which will only appear to the more vigilant observers in retrospect, after the full movement of the narrative line has been completed.

7 thoughts on “The line of grace: a book review.

  1. This one’s in my TBR pile. Thanks for the wonderful review. I’ve not read much James; is there anything special I should know or read before this one, or will the story stand on its own even if I miss some of the literary references?

    • To be honest, I’ve only read a very little James myself, though I’ve read quite a lot of essays about his work. I don’t think you need to be familiar with him to enjoy this book, though it may make you want to go out and read him (I’ve just placed Portrait of a Lady at the top of my TBR pile).

  2. If you are around tonight, please drop me a message. I would like to send you a paper about Adam Smith that I wrote. Its only draft form, but I’m really anxious about this paper and its highly important. Bleh.



  3. Thank you so much, Ms. Z. With reviews like this, I will keep reading . I am puzzled, though. You x-posted but no ? Did I miss something? If I’m out of place, just chuck me out. Cheers!

    • I’ve been trying out different communities trying to find the right ones, and I just hadn’t come across yet! Thanks for the tip—heading over there right now…

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