Recluses

As an aspiring hikikomori myself, I am fascinated by recluses, particularly those who carry on active careers in the arts. There are of course all sorts of reasons one might wish to shun society, from the mundane to the pathological. But to do so, at least in part, in the service of one’s art carries, for me, a sort of nobility.

I dealt a while ago with Setsuko Hara, who maintained quite a wall around her personal life even as she was one of Japan’s most famous actresses in the 1950s. But after she retired from acting in 1963 at the age of 43, she became positively Garbo-like (and has remained so to the present day) in her refusal to be photographed, do interviews, or even appear in public. We’ve also been acknowledging this week the fiftieth anniversary of To Kill a Mockingbird, the only published novel by Harper Lee. Aside from a very few ceremonies, mostly at schools, Lee, like Hara, basically does no interviews and makes no public appearances.

In an upcoming note, I’ll talk a little about one of my favorite reclusive musicians, one whose compositions – some of which are as vast and complex as any music ever written – have received ever-increasing attention since his 1988 death, Kaikhosru Shapurji Sorabji.

Another artist that has recently captured my imagination, one who has become one of the quintessential figures in what is now known as “outsider art,” is Henry Darger (1892-1973). He was, as far as anyone knew during his lifetime, a quiet, religious, rather strange but harmless guy who was a janitorial worker in Chicago for many years. It was only after his death that his landlords discovered what he’d been up to all that time in his shabby apartment: the creation of a 15,000 page novel, The Realms of the Unreal, or “The Story of the Vivian Girls, in What is known as the Realms of the Unreal, of the Glandeco-Angelinnian War Storm, Caused by the Child Slave Rebellion,” as well as a 4,600 page autobiography, another voluminous novel and other writings, and several hundred paintings and drawings. While I’ll admit that I’ve read only the smallest bits of his writings, it must be said that his paintings, many of them on a quite large scale, have a genuine, wild magic about them.

There’s a fine documentary film on Darger by Jessica Yu, In the Realms of the Unreal, available at both Amazon and Netflix. Many of his paintings can be viewed online. You can read more about Darger here, as well as in the second of these two lists of reclusive artists, all of them most admirable creators.

http://www.toptenz.net/top-10-reclusive-artists.php

http://www.onlineuniversitylowdown.com/2007/08/10-famously-reclusive-authors-artists.html

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2 thoughts on “Recluses

  1. I’ve never heard of Henry Darger before but now that I read that he really sounds like an interesting guy. Without even seeing the plot overview, I’m tempted to pick up his book and read it, long as it might take me to complete.

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