Foe

by

J. M. Coetzee

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Part 1 Quotes

One day [Cruso] would say his father had been a wealthy merchant whose counting-house he had quit in search of adventure. But the next day he would tell me he had been a poor lad of no family who had shipped as a cabin boy and been captured by the Moors (he bore a scar on his arm which was, he said, the mark of the branding iron) and escaped and made his way to the new world. Sometimes he would say he had dwelt on his island in the past 15 years, he and Friday, none but they having been spared when their ship went down. […] Yet at other times, as for instance when he was in the grip of the fever…he would tell stories of cannibals, of how Friday was a cannibal whom he had saved from being roasted and devoured by fellow cannibals…So in the end I did not know what was truth, what was lies, and what was mere rambling.

Related Characters: Susan Barton (speaker), Cruso (speaker), Friday
Related Symbols: Islands
Page Number: 8
Explanation and Analysis:

Seen from too remote a vantage, life begins to lose its particularity. All shipwrecks become the same shipwreck, all castaways the same castaway, sunburnt, lonely, clad in the skins of the beast he has slain. The truth that makes your story yours alone, that sets you apart from the old mariner by the fireside spinning yarns of sea monsters and mermaids, resides in a thousand touches which today may seem of no importance, such as: when you made your needle…by what means did you pierce the eye? When you sewed your hat, what did you use for thread? Touches like these will one day persuade your countrymen that it is all true, every word, there was an indeed once an island in the middle of the ocean where the wind blew and the gulls cried from the cliffs.

Related Characters: Susan Barton (speaker), Cruso
Related Symbols: Islands
Page Number: 13
Explanation and Analysis:

“Where is the justice in it? First a slave and now a castaway too. Robbed of his childhood and consigned to a life of silence. Was Providence sleeping?”

“If Providence were to watch over all of us,” said Cruso, “who would be left to pick the cotton and cut the sugar cane? For the business of the world to prosper, Providence must sometimes wake and sometimes sleep, as lower creatures do.”

Related Characters: Susan Barton (speaker), Cruso (speaker), Friday
Related Symbols: Friday’s Tongue
Page Number: 19
Explanation and Analysis:

“The planting is not for us,” said [Cruso]. “We have nothing to plant—that is our misfortune…the planting is reserved for those who come after us and have the foresight to bring seed. I only clear the ground for them. Clearing ground and piling stones is little enough, but it is better than sitting in idleness…I ask you to remember, not every man who bears the mark of the castaway is a castaway at heart.”

Related Characters: Cruso (speaker), Susan Barton
Related Symbols: Terraces
Page Number: 28
Explanation and Analysis:

I used once to think, when I saw Cruso in this evening posture, that, like me, he was searching the horizon for a sail. But I was mistaken. His visit to the bluff belonged to a practice of losing himself in the contemplation of the waste of water and sky. Friday never interrupted him during these retreats; when one site innocently approached him, I was rebuffed with angry words, and for days afterwards he and I did not speak. To me, sea and sky remained sea and sky, vacant and tedious. I had not the temperament to love such emptiness.

Related Characters: Susan Barton (speaker), Friday, Cruso
Related Symbols: Islands
Page Number: 33
Explanation and Analysis:

Did they truly think of me as Cruso’s wife, or had tales already reached them—sailors’ haunts are full of gossip—of the Englishwoman from Bahia marooned in the Atlantic by Portuguese mutineers? Do you think of me, Mr. Foe, as Mrs. Cruso, or as a bold adventuress? Think what you may, it was I who shared Cruso’s bed and closed Cruso’s eyes, as it is I who have disposal of all that Cruso leaves behind, which is the story of his island.

Related Characters: Susan Barton (speaker), Cruso
Page Number: 40
Explanation and Analysis:
Part 2 Quotes

When I reflect on my story I seem to exist only as the one who came, the one who witnessed, the one who longed to be gone: of being without substance, a ghost beside the true body of Cruso. Is that the fate of all storytellers? Yet I was as much a body as Cruso. I ate and drank, I woke and slept…Return to me the substance I have lost, Mr. Foe: that is my entreaty for though my story gives the truth, it does not give the substance of the truth (I see that clearly, we need not pretend it is otherwise). To tell the truth in all its substance you must have quiet, and a comfortable chair away from all distraction, and a window to stare through; and then the knack of seeing waves when there are fields before your eyes, and of feeling the tropic sun when it is cold; and at your fingertips the words with which to capture the vision before it fades. I have none of these, while you have all.

Related Characters: Susan Barton (speaker), Mr. Foe, Cruso
Related Symbols: Islands
Page Number: 45
Explanation and Analysis:

Day by day the wind picks at the roof and the weeds creep across the terraces. In a year, in ten years, there will be nothing left standing but a circle of sticks to mark the place where the hut stood, and of the terraces only the walls. And of the walls they will say, These are cannibal walls, the ruins of a cannibal city, from the golden age of the cannibals. For who will believe they were built by one man and a slave, in the hope that one day a seafarer would come with a sack of corn for them to sow?

Related Characters: Susan Barton (speaker), Cruso
Related Symbols: Terraces
Page Number: 48
Explanation and Analysis:

I tell myself I talked to Friday to educate him out of darkness and silence. But is that the truth? There are times when benevolence deserts me and I use words only as the shortest way to subject him to my will. At such times I understand why Cruso preferred not to disturb his muteness. I understand, that is to say, why a man will choose to be a slave owner. Do you think less of me for this confession?

Related Characters: Susan Barton (speaker), Friday, Mr. Foe, Cruso
Related Symbols: Friday’s Tongue
Page Number: 54
Explanation and Analysis:

It is not wholly as I imagined it would be. What I thought would be your writing-table is not a table but a bureau. The window overlooks not woods and pastures but your garden. There is no ripple in the glass. The chest is not a true chest but a dispatch box. Nevertheless, it is all close enough. Does it surprise you as much as it does me, this correspondence between things as they are and the pictures we have of them in our minds?

Related Characters: Susan Barton (speaker), Friday, Mr. Foe, Cruso
Related Symbols: Friday’s Tongue
Page Number: 58
Explanation and Analysis:

Dubiously I thought: are these enough strange circumstances to make a story of? How long before I am driven to invent new and stranger circumstances: the salvage of tools and muskets from Cruso’s ship; the building of a boat, or at least a skiff, an adventure to sail to the mainland; a landing by cannibals on the island, followed by a skirmish and many bloody deaths; and, at last, becoming of a golden haired stranger with a sack of corn, and the planting of the terraces? Alas, will the day ever arrive when we can make a story without strange circumstances?

Related Characters: Susan Barton (speaker), Cruso
Related Symbols: Terraces, Islands
Page Number: 60
Explanation and Analysis:

You will believe me when I say the life we lead grows less and less distinct from the life we lead on Cruso’s island. Sometimes I wake up not knowing where I am. The world is full of islands, said Cruso once. His words ring truer every day.

Related Characters: Susan Barton (speaker), Mr. Foe, Cruso
Related Symbols: Islands
Page Number: 65
Explanation and Analysis:

Oh, Friday, how can I make you understand the cravings felt by those of us who live in a world of speech to have our questions answered! It is like our desire, when we kiss someone, to feel the lips we kiss respond to us. Otherwise would we not be content to bestow our kisses on statues, the cold statues of kings and queens and gods and goddesses? Why do you think we do not kiss statues, and sleep with statues in our beds, men with the statues of women and women with the statues of men, statues carved in positions of desire? Do you think it is only because marble is cold? Lie long enough with a statue in your bed, with warm covers over the two of you, and the marble will grow warm. No, it is not because the statue is cold but because it is dead, or rather because it has never lived and never will.

Related Characters: Susan Barton (speaker), Friday
Related Symbols: Friday’s Tongue
Page Number: 72
Explanation and Analysis:

I must go, Friday. You thought that carrying stones was the hardest of labours. But when you see me at Mr. Foe’s desk making marks with the quill, think of each mark as a stone, and think of the paper as the island, and imagine that I must disperse the stones over the face of the island, and when that is done and the taskmaster is not satisfied (was Cruso ever satisfied with your labours?) must pick them up again (which, in the figure, is scoring out the marks and disposed them according to another scheme), and so forth, day after day; all of this because Mr. Foe has run away from his debts. Sometimes I believe it is I who have become the slave. No doubt you would smile, if you could understand.

Related Characters: Susan Barton (speaker), Friday, Mr. Foe, Cruso
Related Symbols: Terraces
Page Number: 80
Explanation and Analysis:

A painter engaged to paint a dull scene—let us say two men digging in a field—has means at hand to lend alert to his subject. He can set the golden hues of the first man’s skin against the sturdy hues of the seconds, creating a play of light against dark. By artfully representing their attitudes he can indicate which is master, which slave. And to render his composition more lively he is at liberty to bring into it what may not be there on the day he paints but may be there on other days, such as a pair of gulls wheeling overhead, the beak of one parted in a cry, and in one corner, upon a faraway crag, a band of apes. Thus we see the painter selecting and composing and rendering particulars in order to body forth a pleasing fullness in his scene. The storyteller, by contrast (forgive me, I would not lecture you on storytelling if you were here in the flesh!), must divine which episodes of his history hold promise of fullness, and tease from them they’re hidden meanings, writing these together as one braids a rope.

Related Characters: Susan Barton (speaker), Mr. Foe
Page Number: 81
Explanation and Analysis:

“You are father-born. You have no mother. The pain you feel is the pain of lack, not the pain of loss. What you hope to regain in my person you have in truth never had.”

“Father-born,” [the girl] says—”It is a word I have never heard before.”

Related Characters: Susan Barton (speaker), Young girl (speaker), Mr. Foe
Page Number: 84
Explanation and Analysis:

I forgot you are a writer who knows above all how many words can be sucked from a cannibal feast, how few from a woman cowering from the wind. It is all a matter of words and the number of words, is it not? Friday sits at his table in his wig and robes and eats pease pudding. I ask myself: did human flesh once pass those lips - truly, cannibals are terrible; but most terrible of all is to think of the little cannibal children, their eyes closing in pleasure as they chew the tasty fat of their neighbors. I shiver. For surely eating human flesh is like falling into sin: having fallen once you discover in yourself a taste for it, you fall all the more readily thereafter. I shiver as I watch Friday dancing in the kitchen.

Related Characters: Susan Barton (speaker), Friday, Mr. Foe
Page Number: 87
Explanation and Analysis:
Part 3 Quotes

You err most tellingly in failing to distinguish between my silences and the silences of a being such as Friday. Friday has no command of words and therefore no defense against being re-shaped day by day in conformity with the desires of others. I say he is a cannibal and he becomes a cannibal; I say he is a laundryman and he becomes a laundryman. What is the truth of Friday? You will respond: he is neither cannibal nor laundryman, these are mere names, they do not touch his essence, he is a substantial body, he is himself, Friday is Friday. But that is not so. No matter what he is to himself (is he anything to himself? - how can he tell us?), what he is to the world is what I make of him…Whereas the silence I keep regarding Bahia and other matters is chosen and purposeful: it is my own silence.

Related Characters: Susan Barton (speaker), Friday, Mr. Foe
Related Symbols: Friday’s Tongue
Page Number: 113
Explanation and Analysis:

To me the moral is that he has the last word who disposes over the greatest force. I mean the executioner and his assistants, both great and small. If I were the Irish woman, I should rest most uneasy in my grave knowing to what interpreter the story of my last hours has been consigned.

Related Characters: Susan Barton (speaker), Mr. Foe
Page Number: 116
Explanation and Analysis:

I am not a story, Mr. Foe. I may impress you as a story because I began my account of myself without preamble, slipping overboard into the water and striking out for the shore. But my life did not begin in the waves. There was a life before the water which stretched back to my desolate searchings in Brazil, thence to the years when my daughter was still with me, and so on back to the day I was born. All of which makes up a story I do not choose to tell. I choose not to tell it because to no one, not even to you, do I owe proof that I am a substantial being with a substantial history in the world. I choose rather to tell of the island, of myself and Cruso and Friday and what we three did there: for I am a free woman who asserts her freedom by telling her story according to her own desire.

Related Characters: Susan Barton (speaker), Friday, Mr. Foe, Cruso, Young girl
Related Symbols: Islands
Page Number: 122
Explanation and Analysis:

I calmed Foe. “Permit me,” I whispered—”there is a privilege that comes with the first night, that I claim as mine.” So I coaxed him till he lay beneath me. Then I drew off my shift and straddled him (which he did not seem easy with, in a woman). This is the manner of the Muse when she visits her poets, I whispered, and felt some of the listlessness go out of my limbs.

“A bracing ride,” said Foe afterwards—”My very bones are jolted, I must catch my breath before I resume.” “It is always a hard ride when the Muse pays her visits,” I replied—”she must do whatever lies in her power to father her offspring.”

Related Characters: Susan Barton (speaker), Mr. Foe
Page Number: 130
Explanation and Analysis:

“You say,” he said—and I woke up with a start—”you say he was guiding his boat to the place where the ship went down, which we may surmise to have been a slave ship, not a merchant man, as Cruso claimed. Well, then; picture the hundreds of his fellow slaves—or their skeletons—still chained in the wreck, the gay little fish (that you spoke of) flitting through their eye sockets and the hollow cases that had held their hearts. Picture Friday above, staring down upon them, casting buds and petals that float a brief while, then sink to settle among the bones of the dead… in every story there is a silence, some sight concealed, some word unspoken, I believe. Until we have spoken the unspoken we have not come to the heart of the story.

Related Characters: Mr. Foe (speaker), Susan Barton, Friday
Related Symbols: Friday’s Tongue
Page Number: 132
Explanation and Analysis:

“If we devote ourselves to finding holes exactly shaped to house such great words as Freedom, Honor, Bliss, I agree, we shall spend a lifetime slipping and sliding and searching, and all in vain. They are words without a home, wanders like the planets, and that is an end of it. But you must ask yourself, Susan; as it was a slaver’s strategem to rob Friday of his tongue, may it not be a slaver’s strategem to hold him in subjection while we cavil over words in a dispute we know to be endless?”

“Friday is no more in subjection than my shadow is for following me around. He is not free, but he is not in subjection. He is his own master, in law, and has been since Cruso’s death.”

“Nevertheless, Friday follows you: you do not follow Friday. The words you have written and hung around his neck say he is set free; but who, looking at Friday, will believe them?”

Related Characters: Susan Barton (speaker), Mr. Foe (speaker), Friday, Cruso
Related Symbols: Friday’s Tongue
Page Number: 140
Explanation and Analysis:

“But since we speak of childbearing, has the time not come to tell me the truth about your own child, the lost daughter and Bahia? Did you truly give birth to her? Is she substantial or is she a story too?”

“I will answer, but not before you have told me: the girl you send who calls herself by my name, is she substantial? You touch her; you embrace her; you kiss her. Would you dare to say she’s not substantial? No, she is substantial, as my daughter is substantial and I am substantial; and you two are substantial, no less and no more than any of us. We are all alive, we are all substantial, we are all in the same world.”

“You have omitted Friday.”

Related Characters: Susan Barton (speaker), Mr. Foe (speaker), Friday, Young girl
Page Number: 142
Explanation and Analysis:
Part 4 Quotes

But this is not a place of words. Each syllable, as it comes out, is caught and filled with water and diffused. This is a place where bodies have their own signs. It is the home of Friday.

He turns and turns till he lies at full length, his face to my face. The skin is tight across his bones, his lips are drawn back. I pass a fingernail across his teeth, trying to find a way in.

His mouth opens. From inside him comes a slow stream, without breath, without interruption. It flows up through his body and out upon me; it passes through the cabin, through the wreck; washing the cliffs and shores of the island, it runs northward and southward to the ends of the earth. Soft and cold, dark and unending, it beats against my eyelids, against the skin of my face.

Related Characters: Susan Barton, Friday
Related Symbols: Islands
Page Number: 149
Explanation and Analysis:
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