A Set of Six — Text and Context
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She had asked the strange man on the doorstep, “Who wounded you?”
“The soldiers, senora,” Gaspar Ruiz had answered, in a faint voice.
“Patriots?”
“What for?”
“Deserter,” he gasped, leaning against the wall under the scrutiny of her
black eyes. “I was left for dead over there.”
She led him through the house out to a small hut of clay and reeds, lost
in the long grass of the overgrown orchard. He sank on a heap of maize
straw in a corner, and sighed profoundly.
“No one will look for you here,” she said, looking down at him. “Nobody
comes near us. We, too, have been left for dead—here.”
He stirred uneasily on his heap of dirty straw, and the pain in his neck
made him groan deliriously.
“I shall show Estaban some day that I am alive yet,” he mumbled.
He accepted her assistance in silence, and the many days of pain went by.
Her appearances in the hut brought him relief and became connected with
the feverish dreams of angels which visited his couch; for Gaspar Ruiz was
instructed in the mysteries of his religion, and had even been taught to
read and write a little by the priest of his village. He waited for her
with impatience, and saw her pass out of the dark hut and disappear in the
brilliant sunshine with poignant regret. He discovered that, while he lay
there feeling so very weak, he could, by closing his eyes, evoke her face
with considerable distinctness. And this discovered faculty charmed the
long, solitary hours of his convalescence. Later on, when he began to
regain his strength, he would creep at dusk from his hut to the house and
sit on the step of the garden door.
In one of the rooms the mad father paced to and fro, muttering to himself
with short, abrupt laughs. In the passage, sitting on a stool, the mother
sighed and moaned. The daughter, in rough threadbare clothing, and her
white haggard face half hidden by a coarse manta, stood leaning against
the side of the door. Gaspar Ruiz, with his elbows propped on his knees
and his head resting in his hands, talked to the two women in an
The common misery of destitution would have made a bitter mockery of a
marked insistence on social differences. Gaspar Ruiz understood this in
his simplicity. From his captivity amongst the Royalists he could give
them news of people they knew. He described their appearance; and when he
related the story of the battle in which he was recaptured the two women
lamented the blow to their cause and the ruin of their secret hopes.
He had no feeling either way. But he felt a great devotion for that young
girl. In his desire to appear worthy of her condescension, he boasted a
little of his bodily strength. He had nothing else to boast of. Because of
that quality his comrades treated him with as great a deference, he
explained, as though he had been a sergeant, both in camp and in battle.
“I could always get as many as I wanted to follow me anywhere, senorita. I
ought to have been made an officer, because I can read and write.”
Behind him the silent old lady fetched a moaning sigh from time to time;
the distracted father muttered to himself, pacing the sala; and Gaspar
Ruiz would raise his eyes now and then to look at the daughter of these
He would look at her with curiosity because she was alive, and also with
that feeling of familiarity and awe with which he had contemplated in
churches the inanimate and powerful statues of the saints, whose
protection is invoked in dangers and difficulties. His difficulty was very
He could not remain hiding in an orchard for ever and ever. He knew also
very well that before he had gone half a day’s journey in any direction,
he would be picked up by one of the cavalry patrols scouring the country,
and brought into one or another of the camps where the patriot army
destined for the liberation of Peru was collected. There he would in the
end be recognized as Gaspar Ruiz—the deserter to the Royalists—and
no doubt shot very effectually this time. There did not seem any place in
the world for the innocent Gaspar Ruiz anywhere. And at this thought his
simple soul surrendered itself to gloom and resentment as black as night.
They had made him a soldier forcibly. He did not mind being a soldier. And
Conrad's author's note to A Set of Six functions as a kind of backstage tour, naming the specific origins of each story. He tells us that 'Il Conde' is 'an almost verbatim transcript of the tale told me by a very charming old gentleman,' and that 'Gaspar Ruiz' was begun within a month of finishing Nostromo but shares only a broad South American setting. This candor about sources—some remembered, some forgotten—invites the reader to watch for the seams between lived anecdote and crafted fiction.
The collection's epigraph, a French nursery rhyme about marionettes taking 'three little turns and then they go,' hints at Conrad's interest in characters who are moved by forces beyond their control. Across the six stories, narrators often stand at one remove from the central action, framing events through memory or secondhand report. The reader is thus placed in the position of listening to someone who has listened to someone else—a layered effect that rewards attention to who is speaking and why.
The Author's Note as a Map
Conrad's preface does more than acknowledge debts. He specifies that 'Gaspar Ruiz' is told through the voice of General Santierra, an old man 'talking of the days of his youth,' and that this frame 'characterizes the whole narrative and gives it an air of actuality.' He also admits uncertainty about where the original teller of 'Il Conde' ends and where his own writing begins, calling the problem 'not to be solved.' These remarks are not mere background; they alert the reader to the importance of narrative distance. In several stories, the primary events are filtered through a witness or a retrospective narrator, so that what we learn about a character often comes colored by the biases and limitations of the intermediary. The note thus serves as a practical guide: listen for the storyteller's voice as much as the story itself.
The Anarchist's Confession
In the excerpt from 'An Anarchist,' a convict describes his arrest and deportation to Cayenne. His tone is oddly detached: he recalls wondering whether to throw himself into the Seine, and later complains that the police 'had knocked him down without noticing what he had in his hand.' The narrative shifts between his reported speech and a more objective description of St. Joseph's Island—its mango trees, its eight-oared galley, the sharks that patrol the waters. This juxtaposition of the man's personal grievance with the cool, almost touristic rendering of the penal colony creates a tension between the character's self-image and the brutal reality. The reader is left to gauge how much of his account is self-justification. Conrad's technique here is to let the setting speak for itself, while the speaker's words gradually reveal more than he intends.
The Frame of Memory in 'Gaspar Ruiz'
Conrad notes that the style of 'Gaspar Ruiz' is 'for the most part that of General Santierra,' and that the story 'had to be carefully kept within the frame of his simple mind.' This is a clue to the reader: the General is not an omniscient narrator but a man recollecting events from decades earlier. His perspective may be limited, colored by loyalty or forgetfulness. The opening of the story, not included in the excerpts, presumably establishes this framing device. When reading, it is worth noting where the General expresses certainty and where he hedges, as these moments may signal gaps or biases in the account. Conrad's decision to use a frame narrator allows him to present extraordinary events—a man's survival and transformation—through a voice that feels humanly fallible, adding a layer of ambiguity to the tale.
The Epigraph's Promise of Puppetry
The nursery rhyme that opens the volume—'Les petites marionnettes / Font, font, font, / Trois petits tours / Et puis s'en vont'—suggests that the characters in these stories are like puppets, performing their brief turns before disappearing. This idea resonates with the excerpt from 'An Anarchist,' where the convict seems driven by forces he cannot control: the other prisoners, the police, the very geography of the island. He says, 'Whatever happened, I could not escape from them.' The epigraph does not dictate a single interpretation, but it offers a lens through which to view the collection's recurring interest in fate, compulsion, and the limits of individual agency. Readers may find it useful to ask, in each story, who or what is pulling the strings—and whether the puppet ever becomes aware of the strings at all.
Because Conrad's note gives specific origins for each story, a reader might choose to read the tales in the order they were written, or to start with 'Il Conde'—the one he calls 'Pathetic' and describes as closest to its source. Pay attention to the moments when a narrator steps back and lets a character speak at length, or when the setting takes on a symbolic weight. The collection rewards a slow reading that savors the gaps between what is told and what is shown, and that listens for the different voices Conrad has assembled.
I finished A Set of Six the other night, and something about its quiet, layered telling stayed with me—how Conrad lets a story arrive through someone else’s voice. It reminded me of a gentler companion, Essays and Tales — Background and Themes, where the same careful patience lingers between the lines, like a half-remembered conversation you’re glad to revisit.
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Alyssa Davila - 1 month ago
This collection of six short stories shows Conrad's range, from espionage to naval adventures. Some stories are more engaging than others, but overall the writing is solid and offers thoughtful reflections on human motives. If you're expecting a unified theme, you might be disappointed, but on a story-by-story basis, there are several worthwhile entries. -
Mark Dawn Zuniga - 2 weeks ago
A rather uneven collection. While Conrad's prose is certainly refined, many of these stories are tedious and fail to hold interest. The plots are often obscure and lack the drama of his better-known works. The old-fashioned narration and heavy descriptions make it a laborious read. Only for completists seeking to read everything by the author. -
Richard Thornton - 2 weeks ago
Joseph Conrad proves his mastery in 'A Set of Six' - a collection of tales that are as diverse as they are brilliant. Each story is a gem, exploring themes of adventure, morality, and human nature with Conrad's signature psychological depth and vivid descriptions. The stories are gripping and beautifully crafted, making this an excellent addition to any Conrad fan's library.
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