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Graham Greene

The Power and the Glory

Fiction | Novel | Adult | Published in 1940

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Themes

The Power: Government Control and Religious Authority

All the characters in the novel—especially the whisky priest—are constantly buffeted by the competing powers of the government and the Church. While the government has undermined religious authority, it hasn’t disappeared from the hearts and minds of the people. The corruption at the core of the Church (its building wealth on the backs of the impoverished) is the justification for the government’s constraints on its practices, but this doesn’t dissuade the people or the whisky priest of its salvific power. At the same time, however, the influence of the Church and the power of the government are often conflated: They both wield the authority to condemn one to death or bless one with life.

The whisky priest struggles with these competing powers throughout the novel: His peripatetic and fearful existence is a result of the government’s criminalizing the religion he refuses to renounce. Unlike Padre José, the whisky priest won’t concede to marry and won’t desert his parishioners, even upon threat of death. Compounding this untenable position is his fallen state: “That was what made him worthy of damnation—the power he still had of turning the wafer into the flesh and blood of God. He was a sacrilege” (29). Thus, the religious authority he purports to serve would defrock him if they knew of his egregious sins (such as fathering a child). However, he won’t (or can’t) refute his duty. When Coral Fellows tells the priest that he can simply renounce his faith to save himself, he responds emphatically: “It’s impossible. There’s no way. I’m a priest. It’s out of my power” (40). The whisky priest is powerless in the face of both government-sanctioned persecution and religious-inspired calling. From another perspective, the whisky priest bows to no authority but his innate sense of righteousness.

Thus, the whisky priest is acutely aware of the Church’s failings. Recalling himself as a young priest, he remembers his well-fed plumpness, the physical mirror of his outsized ambitions. When he discusses the Church with the lieutenant, he agrees that its greed compromises its mission. He struggles with his own faith, especially with the notion that man is created in God’s image: “God was the parent, but He was also the policeman, the criminal, the priest, the maniac, and the judge” (101). The Church’s claims to omnipotence and omnipresence undercut its power. If man is made in God’s image, then that includes both the martyr (the priest) and his Judas (the mestizo), not to mention the atheist (the lieutenant). Its claims to moral superiority are therefore confusing, if not categorically dubious.

Echoing this is the figure of the lieutenant, who embodies the government forces. His disdain for the Church is complete: “And the priest came round with the collecting-bag taking [the peasants’] centavos, abusing them for their small comforting sins, and sacrificing nothing at all in return—except a little sexual indulgence” (22). His perspective justifies the government’s official stance on the Church; the Church’s corrupt practices render its authority moot. Even the whisky priest concedes that the government’s power sometimes supersedes that of the Church, at least in present circumstances: “[P]enalties of the ecclesiastical kind began to seem unreal in a state where the only penalty was the civil one of death” (60). Still, the priest continues to minister to the masses, more fearful of being responsible for the eternal death of the soul than the mortal death of the body.

The silent majority of the people is caught between these clashing forces. On one hand, as Luis’s father admits, the Church was “a place where you could sit out of this heat,” a place with “music, lights,” and activities (51). As such, it wasn’t necessarily a bastion of moral authority; rather, it was a place for community. In addition, the Church and the government are often two sides of the same coin: “The men and women [of the village] had the air already of people condemned by authority—authority was never wrong” (73). It doesn’t matter whether that authority stems from the Church or from the government: Power is on the side of the institutions, not the people. Even the whisky priest implicitly acknowledges the powerlessness of the people he’s appointed to serve: “But why should we give the poor power?” he asks the lieutenant. “It’s better to let him die in the dirt and wake in heaven” (199). That is, the priest suggests that the power of eternal salvation, which the Church offers, is ultimately superior to the power the government offers, which is never clearly defined. While the whisky priest’s death initially indicates that the opposite is true—that the power of the government trumps the authority of the Church—this is swiftly called into question as yet another priest arrives to take his place. This symbolic resurrection implies that this deadly struggle for power is itself eternal.

The Glory: Martyrs and Saints

Throughout the novel, the text plays with the idea of martyrdom itself. For example, the prose both condemns and redeems the whisky priest at various points. The priest adamantly denies his merit, though the text frequently compares him to Christ. In several moments in the novel, the people themselves—the impoverished believers for whom the whisky priest performs Mass—function as symbolic martyrs. Even the married priest, Padre José, as well as the doomed American fugitive, could conceivably be considered martyrs of a kind. In the novel’s bleak and unforgiving world, all characters have a chance for redemption.

The nameless, faceless people who populate the novel are themselves victims of powers and forces they can’t confront or control. Even the lieutenant, despite his rejection of religion, wants to save them, in his secular way. Without the Church, he believes, they’ll be free of superstition and empowered to organize their own lives, without the emotional and financial extortion of the Church. More directly, the whisky priest witnesses their sacrifices for the sake of his own embittered life, as he admits in his prayers: “These people are martyrs—protecting me with their own lives. They deserve a martyr to care for them—not a man like me” (95). He agonizes over whether to escape to another state, where religion is freely practiced, or to turn himself in, denying the people the succor of religion entirely. Often, the priest himself doesn’t get to decide. When he’s in prison, the opportunity for the others to reap the financial reward associated with turning him in doesn’t sufficiently motivate them to do so: “It seemed to him a damnable mockery that they should sacrifice themselves for a whisky priest with a bastard child” (135). They’re martyrs to their beliefs and to what they consider justice.

In a significantly different way, the married priest, Padre José, can be considered a martyr. After all, he sacrifices the core tenets of his beliefs to save his own life, which the Church considers sacred. On one hand, Padre José’s actions can be seen as solely self-serving; on the other hand, the unjust nature of the government’s power doesn’t justify self-sacrifice. He clearly considers himself a martyr (which perhaps disqualifies him for the honor), as he tells Luis: “He told me he was more a martyr than the rest” (27). Living a life consumed by humiliation and self-recrimination, Padre José has become a mockery of a priest; this mortification either condemns him as a coward or redeems him as a sacrificial martyr to the greater cause. Even the lieutenant would use him as an example: “That, of course, was the best solution of all, to leave the living witness to the weakness of their faith” (25). Another interpretation of this public demonstration, counter to the lieutenant’s interpretation, is akin to a crucified man hanging in the public square as a warning to others. This ironically reveals the weakness of the government’s position and strengthens the stance of those who are martyred to a fundamentally immoral cause.

The American fugitive provides another narrative of martyrdom. He’s hunted by the authorities like an animal (though his criminal actions validate the hunt), and he’s used as a pawn in the more urgent search for the treasonous priest. Once the priest arrives to hear his confession, the man instead expends his dying words on urging the priest to flee: “You got to beat it, father” (187), he says, and offers the priest his gun. The fugitive realizes that the priest was lured there under false pretenses, and he claims he was unaware that his request for the priest was a trap. His attempts to save the priest rather than himself are, in a sense, a final act of redemption, if not martyrdom. The whisky priest himself, in praying over the dying man’s body, struggles to find the words: “He felt sadness and longing at the vaguest idea of a life he couldn’t lead himself…words like peace, glory, love” (189). The priest and the gringo aren’t too different, both criminals and fugitives: Thus, if the whisky priest can be a martyr, so can the fugitive.

The verdict on the whisky priest swings as if on a pendulum, from condemnation to redemption and back again. When he returns to the village where he fathered a daughter, he notes that her mother is “proud of having been the priest’s woman” (68), whereas he must bear the burden of the sin: “He alone carried a wound, as though a whole world had died” (68). This wound signifies that he bears a stigmata, like Christ, as he yearns to save the child and walks alone as a condemned man. The mother accuses him of wanting to be a martyr: “Suppose you die. You’ll be a martyr, won’t you? What kind of martyr do you think you’ll be? It’s enough to make people mock” (79). He’s at once declared a martyr and denied the possibility of living up to the standard. In contrast, when he meets the mestizo, the whisky priest thinks that “[h]e was in the presence of Judas” (91). This implicitly makes him a Christ figure. In addition, Padre José turns him away when he seeks sanctuary from the police, shouting, “I don’t want martyrs here” (118). However, after he’s arrested, the whisky priest repeatedly denies this status: “My children, you must never think the holy martyrs are like me. […] I am a whisky priest” (127). Even when he admits that he has fathered a child, however, the other prisoners don’t betray him; to them, he deserves a chance for redemption. When the lieutenant suggests that the whisky priest will be a martyr, which is ironic given the lieutenant’s atheist leanings, the whisky priest disregards the suggestion, saying, “Martyrs are not like me” (196). However, his protests only fuel the feeling that he is, despite his flaws, or because of them, a martyr.

In his final thoughts, the whisky priest considers himself useless, his life an exercise in futility: “He knew now that at the end there was only one thing that counted—to be a saint” (210), which he clearly wasn’t. However, he’s wrong about his uselessness. His death reverberates throughout the community, profoundly impacting those whose lives he touched: The lieutenant feels empty, devoid of purpose, once the priest is in custody; the Fellowses abandon their plantation, remembering Coral’s friendship with the priest; Mr. Tench decides to leave, presumably to return home to his family, after witnessing the execution. Finally, the devout mother who has been reading spiritual stories to her children declares that the whisky priest “was one of the martyrs of the Church” (219). Her son, Luis, believes her and welcomes the new priest into their home.

The Whisky Priest: Alcohol, Duty, and Faith

The flawed protagonist’s character is embedded within his very name: He’s a whisky priest, and drinking brandy is as much his vocation as is performing mass and hearing confession. Given that the two endeavors are fundamentally at odds with one another, the first reeking of sin and the second working to absolve it, they signify the whisky priest’s own internal struggle with his faith. On one hand, he’s compelled by duty to attend to his parishioners, even when his own life is at stake. On the other hand, he doubts his own abilities and his fitness to perform such duties as his actions continue to emphasize his sinful ways. He not only doubts himself but also questions the foundations of faith in general. Nevertheless, his sinful nature and very human foibles ultimately make him a heroic figure; despite his fear and his doubt, he tries to fulfill his duties to the best of his ability.

The whisky priest drinks for many reasons. As Captain Fellows gently admonishes his daughter, “[W]hen you are older you’ll understand the difference between drinking a little brandy after dinner and—well, needing it” (38). The priest’s dependence on alcohol has crossed the boundary from pleasurable pastime to physical need. In addition, he claims that he drinks to muster courage: “A little drink,” he tells Coral, “will work wonders in a cowardly man” (42). Later, when he’s about to walk into the trap the lieutenant has set, he pauses to take a drink for “courage” (185). Alcohol also provides him with comfort: “[T]he taste of brandy [promises] temporary relief from fear, loneliness, a lot of things” (59). Most significantly, and ironically, alcohol is inexorably associated with religion itself. When the whisky priest drinks the brandy with Mr. Tench, the priest thinks of it as “an indulgence” (15), which is a double entendre: In one sense, the word means gratifying an unnecessary desire; in another, it refers to the Catholic practice of partially absolving sins through beneficent work. Near the novel’s end, the lieutenant gives the priest brandy in lieu of confession; here, it functions as mercy. As the whisky priest himself implicitly realizes, alcohol has become inseparable from his very identity as a priest: “The priest drank. There was no point in not drinking. He had the habit now—like piety and the parish voice” (169). After all, without sacramental wine, the whisky priest can’t perform his most sacred duties.

These duties drive him, even as he doubts himself and his faith. He misses the boat that would have taken him to safety because he’s called into service: “He had tried to escape, but he was like the King of a West African tribe, the slave of his people, who may not even lie down in case the winds should fail” (19). The priest must toil ceaselessly to serve the spiritual needs of the people. When Coral says he could turn himself in to the authorities, he responds that he can’t: “It’s my duty not to be caught” (40). With no other priest available, he’d be sinfully remiss in his duties if he simply surrendered to the police. Thus, he continually grapples with the implications of how his actions cohere with his sense of duty: “Had it become his duty then to run away?” (64), he wonders, therefore sparing the villagers the agony of betraying him—or of sacrificing one of their own when they refuse to betray him. On the other hand, “[w]asn’t it his duty to stay, even if they despised him, even if they were murdered for his own sake?” (65). Without him, they’re in danger of dying in a state of mortal sin, irredeemable.

As he struggles to accept and understand his duty, he concomitantly contends with his own faith, or lack thereof. He wonders why he even continues to fulfill his duties: “Even his attempts at escape had been half-hearted because of his pride—the sin by which the angels fell” (95). He’s proud of his efforts to serve the faithful, even as he doubts his ability to do so and even as he’s relentlessly pursued. In addition to the sin of pride, he’s plagued by doubt and despair. He feels as if God has abandoned him, like Christ in his final moments of pain, and doubts his capacity for maintaining his faith through his travails. In praying over the dying Indian child, the priest “could feel no meaning any longer in prayers like these” (151). He despairs for the helplessness of people who are caught up in battles that aren’t of their own making—including, of course, himself.

In the end, however, the whisky priest’s flaws and doubts—from his drinking to his despair—signify his heroic status. Countering the moment of humility when he admits to the lieutenant, “Even a coward has a sense of duty” (190), the priest hasn’t behaved like a coward. He willingly tended to the villagers and to the dying American fugitive, never doubting that his efforts would eventually lead to his capture and execution. Although he thinks he’s beyond redemption, his unwavering commitment to saving others leads to his own salvation.

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