The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Volume 07: Venice — Inside the Classic

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This volume of Casanova's memoirs focuses on his return to Venice, detailing his encounters with the poet Metastasio, his romantic pursuit of C—— C——, and the social maneuvering required to navigate 18th-century Venetian society. The narrative reveals Casanova's characteristic blend of candor, self-justification, and keen observation of human behavior.
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Metastasio was so modest that at first I did not think that modesty natural, but it was not long before I discovered that it was genuine, for when he recited something of his own composition, he was the first to call the attention of his hearers to the important parts or to the fine passages with as much simplicity as he would remark the weak ones. I spoke to him of his tutor Gravina, and as we were on that subject he recited to me five or six stanzas which he had written on his death, and which had not been printed. Moved by the remembrance of his friend, and by the sad beauty of his own poetry, his eyes were filled with tears, and when he had done reciting the stanzas he said, in a tone of touching simplicity,'Ditemi il vero, si puo air meglio'?

I answered that he alone had the right to believe it impossible. I then asked him whether he had to work a great deal to compose his beautiful poetry; he shewed me four or five pages which he had covered with erasures and words crossed and scratched out only because he had wished to bring fourteen lines to perfection, and he assured me that he had never been able to compose more than that number in one day. He confirmed my knowledge of a truth which I had found out before, namely, that the very lines which most readers believe to have flowed easily from the poet's pen are generally those which he has had the greatest difficulty in composing.

"Which of your operas," I enquired, "do you like best?"

"'Attilio Regolo; ma questo non vuol gia dire che sia il megliore'."

"All your works have been translated in Paris into French prose, but the publisher was ruined, for it is not possible to read them, and it proves the elevation and the power of your poetry."

"Several years ago, another foolish publisher ruined himself by a translation into French prose of the splendid poetry of Ariosto. I laugh at those who maintain that poetry can be translated into prose."

"I am of your opinion."

He told me that he had never written an arietta without composing the music of it himself, but that as a general rule he never shewed his music to anyone.

"The French," he added, "entertain the very strange belief that it is possible to adapt poetry to music already composed."

And he made on that subject this very philosophical remark:

"You might just as well say to a sculptor, 'Here is a piece of marble, make a Venus, and let her expression be shewn before the features are chiselled.'"

I went to the Imperial Library, and was much surprised to meet De la Haye in the company of two Poles, and a young Venetian whom his father had entrusted to him to complete his education. I believed him to be in Poland, and as the meeting recalled interesting recollections I was pleased to see him. I embraced him repeatedly with real pleasure.

He told me that he was in Vienna on business, and that he would go to Venice during the summer. We paid one another several visits, and hearing that I was rather short of money he lent me fifty ducats, which I returned a short time after. He told me that Bavois was already lieutenant-colonel in the Venetian army, and the news afforded me great pleasure. He had been fortunate enough to be appointed adjutant-general by M. Morosini, who, after his return from his embassy in France, had made him Commissary of the Borders. I was delighted to hear of the happiness and success of two men who certainly could not help acknowledging me as the original cause of their good fortune. In Vienna I acquired the certainty of De la Haye being a Jesuit, but he would not let anyone allude to the subject.

Not knowing where to go, and longing for some recreation, I went to the rehearsal of the opera which was to be performed after Easter, and met Bodin, the first dancer, who had married the handsome Jeoffroi, whom I had seen in Turin. I likewise met in the same place Campioni, the husband of the beautiful Ancilla. He told me that he had been compelled to apply for a divorce because she dishonoured him too publicly. Campioni was at the same time a great dancer and a great gambler. I took up my lodgings with him.

In this seventh volume of his memoirs, Casanova returns to Venice after a stay in Vienna, where he meets the poet Metastasio. The encounter is revealing: Casanova notes Metastasio's modesty, his tears while reciting unpublished stanzas on his tutor Gravina, and his admission that he could compose no more than fourteen perfected lines per day. This attention to the craft of poetry—and to the emotional sincerity behind it—typifies Casanova's method throughout the volume. He is as interested in the mechanics of social performance as in the passions that drive it.

Metastasio and the Art of Apparent Ease

Casanova's portrait of Metastasio is built on specific, observable details. He describes the poet showing him pages covered with erasures and crossed-out words, proof that the lines readers find most effortless were the hardest won. Metastasio recites his own work with a simplicity that Casanova at first doubts, then accepts as genuine: he points out both fine passages and weak ones. When asked which of his operas he prefers, Metastasio answers "Attilio Regolo" but immediately adds, "but that does not mean it is the best." Casanova also reports Metastasio's remark that poetry cannot be translated into prose—a statement that, in context, serves as a quiet defense of his own art against failed French translations. The episode establishes Casanova as a shrewd observer of character, one who values technical mastery and emotional authenticity over mere reputation.

The Language of Seduction and Anxiety

When Casanova recounts his nocturnal meetings with C—— C——, the prose shifts into a register of heightened tension. The lovers speak of pleasure but think of sorrow; their two hours together are described as "less lively" because of uncertainty. Casanova's phrasing—"a presentiment of the future," "a confused hope"—conveys the emotional cost of their secrecy. The dialogue is spare but pointed: C—— C—— says, "I know my father," and Casanova replies with a plan to carry her off if refused. These exchanges reveal a power imbalance beneath the romance. Casanova presents himself as the active agent—arranging letters, planning elopement—while C—— C—— is caught between desire and filial duty. The narrative does not resolve this tension; instead, it lingers on the anxiety of waiting, the fear of discovery, and the way pleasure is diminished by the threat of consequences.

Social Strategy and the Senator's Letter

Casanova's relationship with his protector, M. de Bragadin, is central to his social maneuvering. When the father of C—— C—— arrives, Casanova enlists the senator to write a letter requesting a meeting. The father is puzzled—he has never had intercourse with that nobleman—and the uncertainty sets the stage for confrontation. Casanova notes that he asked M. de Bragadin to delay sending the letter until the following day, a small but telling detail that suggests his awareness of timing and impression. The father's expected stubbornness is described through the mother's report: he has decided his daughter shall marry a merchant, not before eighteen. Casanova's strategy—using a respected intermediary to apply pressure—reflects the hierarchical, patronage-based world of 18th-century Venice. Yet the plan is fragile, dependent on the father's reaction, and Casanova admits he cannot advise C—— C—— because he does not know how her father will view the matter.

Recurring Motifs: Keys, Midnight, and the Body

Throughout the excerpts, Casanova returns to physical details that carry symbolic weight. The key to the house, which C—— C—— tells him he may safely use, becomes a token of access and risk. Midnight is the appointed hour for their meetings, a time of secrecy and vulnerability. Casanova describes gaining admittance "without any difficulty" and finding his darling "with open arms," but the ease is undercut by the mother's earlier warning and the daughter's presentiment. The body itself is a site of tension: C—— C—— shudders at the mention of her father, and Casanova notes that their enjoyment is "much less lively" due to anxiety. These recurring motifs—keys, darkness, physical reactions—anchor the emotional drama in concrete, sensory details. They also hint at the broader pattern of Casanova's memoirs, where desire and constraint are always in negotiation, and where the body registers what the voice cannot say.

Readers approaching this volume should attend to Casanova's method of constructing scenes through small, telling gestures: a poet's tears, a shudder, a delayed letter. He rarely moralizes, preferring to let actions and their consequences unfold. The incomplete nature of the excerpts means that the outcome of the C—— C—— affair remains unknown, but the tension itself is the point. Casanova's Venice is a city of locked doors, midnight assignations, and social performances where every word and silence carries weight.

I often think how Casanova, for all his Venice glitter, was chasing a kind of freedom in the crowd. Then I recall that quiet volume, Five Years in the Alleghanies — Text and Context, where a man finds the same restless hunger in the woods. Both are lonely souls, just with different walls.

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