(Remnants of the cableway near Pessas)
Life and Times of Zorba the Greek from the Greek writer Nikos
Kazantzakis was published in 1946, but became really famous in 1964, when a
movie was made of the book by the Greek director Michaelis
Kakoyannis. Believe it or not, the movie not only made Zorba world famous but also
introduced a new popular dance in the world: the sirtaki.
Actually the sirtaki is an invention of the choreographer of the movie,
because the leading actor Anthony Quinn was too stiff to dance the traditional
dance hassapikos which is described in the book. Sirtaki is such a
merry dance that you get even the most stubborn donkey up a mountain with it
(see this cheerful movie). Just like
the sirtaki is an invention, the protagonist in the movie is fictitious, even
though Kazantzakis’ friend Yorgos
Zorba was the inspiration for the book and
the man who conquered the hearts of so many.
The story is about an English/Greek writer, Vassilis, who wants to open
a mine on Crete. He meets a miner called Alexis Zorba and asks him to come and
work in the mine. Zorba turns out to be a man full of stories and philosophies,
a source of information for Vassilis who is trying to write a book about
Buddha. Zorba loves women, satirizes the small mindedness of the villagers and
that of the pious monks; he is full of ideas, looks at life as a challenge and
is not afraid of death.
Was there a predecessor? The book The Colossus of
Maroussi by the American writer Henry Miller also is about a friendship between
a writer and a Greek. Miller met Yorgos Katsimbalis
(1899-1978) when he visited Greece in 1939.
This Greek writer and founder of the magazine Ta Nea Grammata lived just like Zorba: having a spirited mind, a love for
drinking, long discussions and social outings. Maybe this Greek way of life –
taking life as it comes – made even more impression on Miller than all the
archaeological sites that they visited together (even though Miller described
them as fabulous). Miller did met his Zorba, but was forced to go home when the
Second World War became a serious threat.
The Colossus of Maroussi (the title refers to the name Miller gave Katsimbalis) which he wrote upon returning home is a
strong ode to Greece and was published in 1941. In the Fifties and Sixties the
book made many people decide to visit the country of the Greek Gods and I guess
in those times there was no better publicity for Greece than this book.
Neither Henri Miller, Katsimbalis nor Jorgos
Zorbás visited Lesvos, as far as I know. Of all famous people produced by the
island, maybe it is the painter Theophilos
who comes closest to the Zorba character: a man living without conventions,
dressing as he wanted and all the while studying the people around him in order
to make paintings.
Also Sappho dearly loved life and wrote about it. But
this lady was more into the dark blues. She introduced poems based on the
stirrings of her soul, mostly causing pain in the heart.
Another free-minded person coming from the island was
the famous Barbarossa. Whether this pirate greeted the days as if everything
was new, is not known.
But there must have been a Zorba on the island, who
just like Alexis, build a cableway. Not for a sawmill, but for the resin,
which last century was harvested on the island, especially in the woods around
Megali Limni and around the waterfall of Pessas (Polistami).
There you can see some of the remains of a cableway going all the way down to
the Gulf of Kalloni near Skala Vassilika, from where the resin was shipped. And
it seems that (unlike the fictional character) this one did do the job.
Lots of people visiting Lesvos, return yearly: the
island might be the spot with the largest number of repeaters of all of Greece.
There are even some among them who have come here since the Sixties. When you
hear their stories about the past, you might think that they too met their
Katsimbalis: they spent hours in the cafenions drinking and talking, making
adventurous trips into nature, and mostly accompanied by one or more locals. It
seems that in those early times the island was full with Zorbas.
It is sometimes said that time has come to a standstill on Lesvos. It is
a fact that the island is not flooded with masses of tourists. In the sleepy
villages men sip at their ouzo, men who were sitting there long before Zorba
appeared in the cinemas. The mysterious monasteries (some still habited by
dusty monks, others regularly busy with visiting pilgrims) make you realize
that there is another life besides the one in the over populated western world.
Even the few modern windmills, towering high on inhospitable mountaintops already
seem part of history.
Timeless or not, there still are Zorbas on the island:
men keeping some sheep and some olive trees and having a simple but happy life.
You may meet them in the cafenions where they take their daily ouzo and eat
their Mèzes. Enjoying life with a small income, it is what lots of Greeks still
do, forced by the crisis or just because it is their way of life.
(with thanks to Mary Staples)
© Smitaki 2015
What a great post! I have always loved Zorba's story. Kazantzakis is on of my favorite authors and Zorba is such a great character. I don't know how you can write a book set in Greece without a Zorba character. It would be like writing the Bible without Jesus. I am very close to finishing a new novel, coincidentally set in Greece, so of course I have a Zorba character. He is a minor character threaded throughout the story, but he actually opens the book. Here is the first paragraph from Fire on the Island:
ReplyDelete"The sun dropped into the sea so fiery hot it could have boiled it. Stavros, putt-putt-putting along the rocky shore, was certain that it had. Every salty gust felt like the devil’s breath. Not even the splashes off the bow provided any relief as he wiped sweat from his forehead with a red bandana. Usually by sunset he was back in the village sipping an ouzo and recounting the day’s events, but that day his small party had been big-time rowdy, taking their long time drinking GTs and skinny-dipping off Bird Island. He didn’t mind so much—the two girls had nice tops—but the seagulls, in their own mating season, soon had enough of the interruptus intruders, and dive-bombing them, drove them away. Not soon enough for Stavros, nice girl tops or not. He had a date and was still thirty minutes from port. What could he do?"