Prince of Darkness

Affltricai Review Mellard continuedfrom previous page Nietzsche and, later, Sigmund Freud. Nietzsche met Salomé in 1882 in the company of a younger philosopher named Paul Rée, who was just as smitten by Salomé as was his friend Nietzsche. For Friedrich, she resurrects a memory of a previous inamorata who, it happens, had turned down his proposal of marriage made to her by letter just five days after their introduction. Believing that it was the mode of proposal—epistolary —that had been the problem in that abortive romance, Friedrich decides on another strategy this time with Salomé. He asks Paul "if he would be so kind as to propose to Lou on his behalf at Rée's earliest possible convenience." Reluctantly, Rée conveys the proposal to her, but Salomé shows up later at Friedrich's door with another proposal: "[WJould there be any chance he might consider joining Rée and her in Vienna?" Well, duh. So the three set out for that city with plans, as Lou puts it, "to live together, ...study together, keep each other productive company." But, apparently chaste, the ménage was doomed, and Friedrich later wonders, "Is it possible to die of memory?" Olsen's title demands we answer one particular question: what about those kisses? While not rampant, kisses there are. The novel opens with a sentence, "Every sentence is a kiss," whispered to Alwine, shortly amended, much to Alwine's puzzlement, to "Every sentence is a kiss and every paragraph an embrace." The novel ends with Friedrich's birth and a midwife exclaiming to the mother: "little Fritz. . .is kissing the future." Between these kisses, there is one from his mother and, most crucial of all, one that Lou Salomé may or may not have given to Friedrich. The mother's kiss is very troubling to him because it seems to have been given him for the wrong reason, from her hope that her son has not "lost [his] dear God forever, but [that he has] found Him again." In this context, the "dry kiss she bestows on his brain through his skull...feels precisely like a scalpel." Lou Salome's kiss—or not— marks perhaps the most magical moment in Friedrich's life. Is it fact or fantasy ? Clearly, the fantasy element is intense—"And so, once upon a time, you tell yourself, passing this passing, once upon a time there was the kiss." For him, momentarily, that Lou "kissed me" becomes "the crux of the matter." She, he recounts, "kissed me on a path amid the gauzy yellowgreenness ofthe afternoon and, leaning, kissing, I studied her closed eyes moving beneath her moving lids, how seriously she took our stillness, after her breath filled my mouth with possibility." Even of this moment, however, Friedrich is not given to knowledge beyond doubt. About it, he drifts toward confusion. In the "gap between sentences," does he find memory or merely wish? In a touching run-up to the novel's concluding coda, Olsen gives to Lou Salomé no knowledge of this kiss more precise than was Friedrich's. In a flash forward to 1912, a dozen years after Nietzsche's death and a year after Lou in Vienna first had met Freud, Friedrich finds himself inside Salome's head. She is writing an article for Freud's Imago. Out on horseback, thinking of the article and memory itself, "she is trying to remember if Friedrich ever actually kissed her." Though she recalls that she had loved him, it was "never like that. She loved him like you might love a wonderful teacher who changed your life utterly when you were young." But the question remains: "Did he actually kiss her, or almost actually kiss her, or only look as if he wished he might actually kiss her, but knew she would never go along with such a silly wish?" Freud has told her that with discipline and concentration, one can dig up any memory. But, alas, "the truth is Lou can't find the memory inside her no matter how hard she searches." So there is. . .nothing. The "last thought of hers he experiences" becomes merely a "remote irritation." Then Friedrich...