The Count of Monte Cristo Page 3

  The most recent stage version was a new adaptation performed in England in 1994. There have been condensed editions, children’s editions and a comic-book version. There were film adaptations in 1908 (USA), 1913 (USA), 1914 (France), 1934 (USA), 1942 (France), 1953 (France), 1961 (France), 1975 (USA) and 2001 (USA), as well as television versions. The strength of the story is enough to explain why the novel has proved so adaptable to other media, despite its length: the central themes of betrayal, wrongful imprisonment and revenge are clear enough to allow many of the sub-plots to be discarded for reasons of time or space.

  Inevitably, something will be lost: there is simply so much there; and, from the earliest days, the process undergone by Dumas’ novel was one of reduction, as if the original was too vast to stand by itself. There is also the matter of the historical moment at which The Count of Monte Cristo appeared.

  The mid-nineteenth century saw a continuing struggle to establish the credentials of the literary novel, by giving it the dual aims that Stendhal had helped to pioneer, which were those of exploring the enduring features of human psychology and analysing a particular state of human society. In contrast to such enterprises, fiction which involved larger-than-life characters and implausible situations, Gothic horrors, melodramatic incidents and so on appeared mere entertainment. The gradual emergence of realism in the European novel was not altogether to the advantage of Dumas, whose image was less that of the austere priest than the jolly friar, and whose novels poured out of a factory, the purpose of which was to create entertainment and sell it for money.

  This explains why, though Thackeray admitted finding the book impossible to put down, English novelists like George Eliot considered that ‘the French’ – Dumas, Hugo and Balzac – were mistakenly tempted to deal with the exception rather than the rule: to look for melodramatic situations and characters, when they should be exploring the everyday life that revealed what is enduring in human nature. It is not hard, anyway, to guess that the author of Middlemarch and The Mill on the Floss would not find much to please her in The Three Musketeers or The Count of Monte Cristo.

  There is also the question of Dumas’ style, which is usually unremarkable; and the fact that he wrote his great novels in collaboration with Maquet, which does not accord with the idea of the author as sole creator. No wonder people have thought they could treat Monte Cristo as a treasure-trove rather than a sacred text, or that the many adaptations, abbreviations and reworkings of it have been done with a good deal less reverence (and consequently, more often than not, a good deal more success) than, say, Claude Chabrol brought to his film version of Madame Bovary. In the main, its fate has been that of most nineteenth-century ‘adventure’ novels: it has been treated as mere entertainment for adults or literature for the young.

  The truth is that, more because of the subject-matter than because of its length, the novel has had to be tampered with before it can be offered to young readers; or, as one may conjecture, to readers in mid-Victorian England. And, because this is merely a ‘popular’ novel, as well as one which represents a huge amount of work for a translator, there has been little enthusiasm in the English-speaking world for re-translating it.

  Claude Schopp’s edition (Robert Laffont, 1993), which lists the main foreign translations, records nothing into English since 1910. The most readily available edition in Britain at the moment reproduces the anonymous translation first published by Chapman & Hall in 1846. Its editor for the Oxford World’s Classics series (1990), David Coward, writes that ‘with one or two exceptions, the small number of “new” translations since made have drawn heavily upon… this classic version’.

  Anyone who has read The Count of Monte Cristo only in this ‘classic version’ has never read Dumas’ novel. For a start, the translation is occasionally inaccurate and is written in a nineteenth-century English that now sounds far more antiquated than the French of the original does to a modern French reader: to mention one small point in this connection, Dumas uses a good deal of dialogue (he wrote by the line), and the constant inversions of ‘said he’ and ‘cried he’ are both irritating and antiquated. There are some real oddities, like the attempt to convey popular speech (which does not correspond to anything in Dumas), when the sailor in Chapter XXV says: ‘that’s one of them nabob gentlemen from Ingy [sic], no doubt…’ Even aside from that, most of the dialogues in this nineteenth-century translation, in which the characters utter sentences like: ‘I will join you ere long’, ‘I confess he asked me none’ and ‘When will all this cease?’, have the authentic creak of the Victorian stage boards and the gaslit melodrama.

  It can be argued that this language accurately conveys an aspect of Dumas’ work, but not even his worst detractors would pretend that there is nothing more to it than that. Still less acceptable, however, than the language of this Victorian translation is the huge number of omissions and bowdlerizations of Dumas’ text. The latter include part of Franz’s opium dream at the end of Chapter XXXI, some of the dialogue between Villefort and Madame Danglars in Chapter LXVII, and several parts of Chapter XCVII, on Eugénie and Louise’s flight to Belgium. In some cases the changes are so slight as to be quite hard to detect. In the description of Eugénie at the opera (Chapter LIII) for example, Dumas remarks that, if one could reproach her with anything, it was that, both in her upbringing and her appearance, ‘she seemed rather to belong to another sex’. The English translator renders this: ‘As for her attainments, the only fault to be found with them was… that they were somewhat too erudite and masculine for so young a person’ (p. 542)! At the end of Chapter XCVII, the translation (p. 950) simply omits the few lines of dialogue where Dumas has Eugénie say that ‘le rapt est bel et bien consommê’ – where the word rapt (‘abduction’) has a rather too overtly sexual connotation. Similarly, earlier in the same chapter, where Eugénie jokes that anyone would think she was ‘abducting’ (enlève) Louise – another word used almost exclusively of a man with a woman – the translator prefers the more neutral phrase ‘carrying me off’ and omits altogether Louise’s remark that Eugénie is ‘a real Amazon’. Another anonymous translation (Dent, 1894) refers to ‘the escape’ rather than ‘the abduction’ – which makes nonsense of Louise’s reply that it is not a true abduction since it has been accomplished without violence.

  What may be more surprising than these concessions to the prudery of the age is that the Victorian translators left in as much as they did. And the omissions are by no means all to do with sexual matters. At the start of Chapter XXXIV, for example, the translator decides to spare us the description of the route taken through Rome by Albert and Franz on their way to the Colosseum (though the 1894 translator restores it). A whole paragraph analysing the character of M. de Villefort at the start of Chapter XLVIII is cut out; almost a whole page of dialogue between Albert and Monte Cristo, on horses, in Chapter LXXXV is cavalierly omitted (part was restored by the translator of 1894); and so on. This is only a tiny sample of what is, in reality, a vast number of phrases omitted, and occasionally mistranslated.

  What we see here, interestingly enough, is a stage in the process of transforming Dumas’ text into something simpler, less complex, less rich in allusions, but more concentrated in plot and action. The 1846 translator already has an idea of what kind of novel this is, and that dictates what he, or she, can afford to omit: travelogue, classical references, sexual and psychological analysis, and so on. None of these is essential to the plot of a thriller, and if some of them will embarrass English readers, then why leave them in? The only problem is that, nearly 150 years later, we do not have quite the same idea of what is and what is not important. It was high time to go back to Dumas, entire and unexpurgated.

  As the basis for my translation, I have used the edition by Schopp, quoted above, and the three-volume edition in the Livre de Poche (1973). Both of these use an arrangement of chapters which differs slightly from that in the nineteenth-century English translations. I have followed the Livre de Poche in not changi
ng Dumas’ ‘errors’ of chronology etc. in the text as Schopp does; instead I have pointed out the more important ones in the notes. I owe a debt to Schopp and to Coward’s edition in the World’s Classics series for some of the information in the notes.

  On the broader question of translation, I have tried above all to produce a version that is accurate and readable. A great deal of nonsense is written about translation, particularly by academics who approach it either as a terrain for theoretical debate or, worse still, as a moral issue: ‘the translator must always be faithful to his original,’ Leonard Tancock wrote, oddly assuming that translation is a masculine activity, even though on this occasion he was prefacing Nancy Mitford’s translation of La Princesse de Clèves (Penguin, 1978). ‘… he has no right whatever to take liberties with it… Nor has he any right to try to smooth the reader’s path by the omission of “dull” bits, short-circuitings, explanatory additions, radical transferences or changes of order.’ Why? And who says? Is it the reader who is demanding this perfection, this absence of explanatory additions, and so on?

  Such academic theorists insist that a translation must read like a translation – it is somehow immoral to conceal the process that has gone into making it. ‘Ordinary’ readers usually demand the opposite, and reviewers in quite respectable papers sometimes show little appreciation of what the process means and involves: ‘Not all of this material works in translation,’ said one serious review of a book by Umberto Eco; and another: ‘… the stories [of Viktoria Tokareva] are well served by their translator, who hardly ever gets in the way’.

  In philosophical terms I am quite willing to admit the impossibility of translation, while still having in practical terms to engage in it and to believe that everything must, to some extent, be translatable. I feel no obligation to avoid smoothing the reader’s path and none, on the other hand, to ‘getting in the way’ from time to time. Above all, I want to convey some of the pleasure of reading Dumas to those who cannot do so in the original language and, through my one, particular version (since no translation can ever be definitive), to reveal aspects of his work that are not to be found in any of the other existing versions. This is a new translation and consequently a new interpretation of a great – and great popular – novel. If nothing else, most people would surely agree that it is long overdue.

  The Count of Monte Cristo

  Contents

  I

  MARSEILLE – ARRIVAL

  II

  FATHER AND SON

  III

  LES CATALANS

  IV

  THE PLOT

  V

  THE BETROTHAL

  VI

  THE DEPUTY CROWN PROSECUTOR

  VII

  THE INTERROGATION

  VIII

  THE CHTEAU D’IF

  IX

  THE EVENING OF THE BETROTHAL

  X

  THE LITTLE CABINET IN THE TUILERIES

  XI

  THE CORSICAN OGRE

  XII

  FATHER AND SON

  XIII

  THE HUNDRED DAYS

  XIV

  THE RAVING PRISONER AND THE MAD ONE

  XV

  NUMBER 34 AND NUMBER 27

  XVI

  AN ITALIAN SCHOLAR

  XVII

  THE ABBÉ’S CELL

  XVIII

  THE TREASURE

  XIX

  THE THIRD SEIZURE

  XX

  THE GRAVEYARD OF THE CHTEAU D’IF

  XXI

  THE ISLAND OF TIBOULEN

  XXII

  THE SMUGGLERS

  XXIII

  THE ISLAND OF MONTE CRISTO

  XXIV

  DAZZLED

  XXV

  THE STRANGER

  XXVI

  AT THE SIGN OF THE PONT DU GARD

  XXVII

  CADEROUSSE’S STORY

  XXVIII

  THE PRISON REGISTER

  XXIX

  MORREL AND COMPANY

  XXX

  SEPTEMBER THE FIFTH

  XXXI

  ITALY – SINBAD THE SAILOR

  XXXII

  AWAKENING

  XXXIII

  ROMAN BANDITS

  XXXIV

  AN APPARITION

  XXXV

  LA MAZZOLATA

  XXXVI

  THE CARNIVAL IN ROME

  XXXVII

  THE CATACOMBS OF SAINT SEBASTIAN

  XXXVIII

  THE RENDEZ-VOUS

  XXXIX

  THE GUESTS

  XL

  BREAKFAST

  XLI

  THE INTRODUCTION

  XLII

  MONSIEUR BERTUCCIO

  XLIII

  THE HOUSE AT AUTEUIL

  XLIV

  THE VENDETTA

  XLV

  A SHOWER OF BLOOD

  XLVI

  UNLIMITED CREDIT

  XLVII

  THE DAPPLE-GREYS

  XLVIII

  IDEOLOGY

  XLIX

  HAYDÉE

  L

  THE MORRELS

  LI

  PYRAMUS AND THISBE

  LII

  TOXICOLOGY

  LIII

  ROBERT LE DIABLE

  LIV

  RISE AND FALL

  LV

  MAJOR CAVALCANTI

  LVI

  ANDREA CAVALCANTI

  LVII

  THE ALFALFA FIELD

  LVIII

  MONSIEUR NOIRTIER DE VILLEFORT

  LIX

  THE WILL

  LX

  THE TELEGRAPH

  LXI

  HOW TO RESCUE A GARDENER FROM DORMICE WHO ARE EATING HIS PEACHES

  LXII

  GHOSTS

  LXIII

  DINNER

  LXIV

  THE BEGGAR

  LXV

  A DOMESTIC SCENE

  LXVI

  MARRIAGE PLANS

  LXVII

  THE CROWN PROSECUTOR’S OFFICE

  LXVIII

  A SUMMER BALL

  LXIX

  INFORMATION

  LXX

  THE BALL

  LXXI

  BREAD AND SALT

  LXXII

  MADAME DE SAINT-MÉRAN

  LXXIII

  THE PROMISE

  LXXIV

  THE VILLEFORT FAMILY VAULT

  LXXV

  THE JUDICIAL ENQUIRY

  LXXVI

  THE PROGRESS OF THE YOUNGER CAVALCANTI