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TIME, HISTORY AND
CULTURAL SPACES
This volume brings together critical essays on time, history and narrativity
and the explorations of these concepts in philosophy, music, art and
literature.
The volume provides a comprehensive introduction to narrative theories
as well as philosophical discourses on time, memory and the self. D rawing
insights from western and eastern philosophy, it discusses themes such as
subjectivity and identity in historical narratives, theorization of time in
cinema and other arts and the relationship between the understandings
of existence, consciousness and concepts such as Kala, Aion and yugas.
The volume also looks at the narrativization of history across cultures
by exploring modern fiction from China and India, murals of martyrs in
Northern Ireland, music and films set against the canvas of the Second
World War and the Holocaust, as well as diasporic cultural histories.
This volume will be an interesting read for scholars and researchers of
comparative literature, history, philosophy of history, cultural studies and
post-colonial studies.
Prefacevii
Acknowledgementsx
List of Contributorsxi
PART ONE
Narratives of Life, Time and History: Some Reflections
on Theory and Cultural Traditions 23
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PART TWO
Narrativizing History and Memory in Literature 81
PART THREE
Narrativizing Diasporic Cultural History 145
13 In Conversation 168
GEETHA GANAPATHY DORE AND CÉCILE OUMHANI
Bibliography177
Index190
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PREFACE
It is commonly believed that when Vyas Dev dictated The Mahabharata and
Shri Ganesh penned it down, there has been a semiotic transference of the
former’s desire for words, images and texts to the latter. This is not history
surely as we understand it or Itihaasa but pertains to mithas, which is a
collective memory of culture creating stories, myths and images. This myth
acts as a metaphor for a narrative that is first created in the mind before
it finds symbolic representation. Somehow this myth has always brought
to my mind images and clips from films from a very different cultural per-
spective. Say, for example, I could find connections between this myth and
the last scene of Amadeus (1984 drama film by Milos Forman, adapted by
Peter Shaffer from his stage play in 1979). This is the scene where Amadeus
Mozart is composing The Last Requiem, and Salieri is making notations of
the same. Much of the music is semiotically transferred, and it is important
for the two musicians to connect mentally before the notes are on the sheets.
This is one instance of a semiotic rendition of a narrative, which when
viewed by the spectators are meant to create resonances or echoes of a story,
where music and images together construct a “text” or a fictionalized ver-
sion of history. The second clip is from the 2004 Spanish film Mar Adentro
(The Sea Inside, by Alejandro Amenabar), where Ramón Sampedro, the
protagonist of the story, fights a campaign for euthanasia. Sampedro was a
swimmer, but on a diving venture, he meets with an accident which maims
him for life. There is a scene, – “And I came flying”, where Sampedro men-
tally flies out of his window to meet his beloved on the sea beach. The music
that accompanies the scene is “Nessun Dorma”, from Glacomo Puccini’s
opera, Turandot. The text Turandot has a history of its own through a long
chain of connections, for narrative connects with narrative across time and
cultural spaces, and all of this finds association and condensation in the
scene in the film, or rather in Sampedro’s desire for a kiss. To dredge up the
referential index, Puccini’s reading of Schiller’s 1801 adaptation led him
on to the earlier version of the play by Count Carlo Gozzi, who had prob-
ably adapted his version from the original story among the seven stories in
a twelfth-century Persian epic poem, Haft Peyker by Nizami. Sampedro’s
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painful memory of the Holocaust. Music and art become, in such cases,
semiotic metaphors of a memory, historicizing the context. If in literature,
there is a fictionalization of history at a given point in time, in the case of
murals and music, narrativity has its own techniques and purposes of its
“storytelling”.
With such ideas on narrativity and narrativization, this anthology I hope
will provoke the readers to a comparative and analytical understanding of
life and reality and storytelling about the same.
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
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CONTRIBUTORS
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more than 18 years now. She has earned her PhD from Jadavpur Univer-
sity, Kolkata. Her research interests include literary theories, postmod-
ern criticisms, Western philosophy, text, language, hermeneutics, poetic
language, women’s writing and writings about women, film discourse,
twentieth-century art and cross-cultural interfaces. Besides being invited
to a number of national and international academic events, she has sig-
nificantly published in national and international journals, magazines and
anthologies, has organized several academic programmes in the organ-
izations she has served and has acted as a resource person to various
institutions. Her books include Writings across Genres: Indian Litera-
ture, Language and Culture (2015), Daring to Write: The Two Creative
Daughters of Victorian England (2015) and Emily Dickinson: Writing as
a Woman (2017) and, currently, she has two ongoing book-length pro-
jects: one on Gitanjali: An Exalted Manifestation of Buddhist Aesthetics –
a research as a current associate of the UGC-Inter University Centre at
the Indian Institute of Advanced Study (IIAS), Shimla, India – and the
other on “A thought went up my mind today – ”: An Inquiry into a Post-
Kantian Transcendental Philosophy in Emily Dickinson’s Poetry. She has
been awarded the Fulbright-Nehru Postdoctoral Research Fellowship
2019–2020 by the United States-India Educational Foundation (USIEF),
the Fulbright Commission of India, to pursue her postdoctoral research at
Amherst College, Amherst, Massachusetts, United States, for her work on
the book on Dickinson. Besides, she received an invitation from Amherst
College for a visiting scholarship during her Fulbright tenure. While in
the United States, she was been invited by WorldBoston, a member of
the World Affairs Councils of America, to participate in “A Discussion
with Fulbright Scholars: The Legacies Two New England Trailblazers”, in
which she primarily talked about Emily Dickinson’s work, her experience
of a visit to the Bunker Hill Community College, Boston, M assachusetts,
and community education in India. She was also invited by the Emily
Dickinson Museum to lead a Poetry Discussion session on “Emily
Dickinson and the Mind”. In addition to this, she has visited Harvard
University, Cambridge, Massachusetts, the University of Minnesota and
St. Olaf College, Northfield, Minnesota, to attend several programmes,
including seminars, that were held in these institutes. She received an invi-
tation from Smith College, Northampton, Massachusetts, to carry out
her Fulbright research and offer lectures to the Smith community. She was
invited, as well, by the Department of Philosophy at Suffolk University,
Boston, Massachusetts, to deliver a public lecture on “Philosophy and Lit-
erature: A Cognitive Understanding of the Two ‘Cultures of the Mind’ ”.
She is a member of the Library of the American A ntiquarian Society,
Worcester, Massachusetts, the Jones Library, Amherst, M assachusetts,
Philosophy Club, Amherst College, Amherst, Massachusetts, Five C ollege
Women’s Studies and Research Center, Mount Holyoke College, South
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(2010) and Isaac Sequeira Memorial Award (2011), she has presented
papers at numerous academic conferences, and her essays have been
included in a variety of scholarly journals and books. She has conducted
numerous workshops on gender budgeting and gender sensitization. She
has lectured extensively on subjects at the intersection of cinema, culture
and gender studies. Her current research interests include Postcolonial
Studies, Translation, Popular Culture and Gender Studies.
Divya Joshi is an Associate Professor in the P.G. Department of English at
Government Dungar College, Bikaner.
Julie Banerjee Mehta was born in Calcutta and educated at Loreto House
and Loreto College and then studied at Jadavpur University Calcutta,
where she received her first master’s degree in English literature. She
worked as a literary reviewer, interviewer and features editor in Aus-
tralia, Singapore and Bangkok and went on to earn her second master’s
and doctoral degrees in English Literature and South Asian Studies at
the University of Toronto. A specialist in Postcolonial and World Litera-
tures, Mehta conceptualized and taught the Chancellor Emerita Vivienne
Poy endowed course: “On Asian Literatures and Cultures in Canada in
the Canadian Studies Programme and in the Department of English and
Canadian Studies” Programme for nearly a decade at the University of
Toronto and received several prestigious fellowships. Her translation of
Tagore’s play Dak Ghar/Post Office was performed by Pleiades Theatre,
Toronto, in 2010 to critical acclaim and earned her the title of “One of
Sixteen most Influential South Asians in Canada”. Her current research
and publications are on Diasporic Histories, Memory and Trauma and
Food Histories, and her articles are widely published in journals and
books. She is the author of Dance of Life: The Mythology, History and
Politics of Cambodian Culture, about the resurrection of Cambodian
dance by seven women survivors of the Khmer Rouge genocidal regime,
and co-author of Strongman, the best-selling biography of Cambodian
Prime Minister Hun Sen with Harish C. Mehta. She considers herself a
homeless, global nomad living between foodways and cultures. She cur-
rently resides in Calcutta, India.
Harish C. Mehta holds a PhD from McMaster University in Canada in the
history of American foreign relations and Southeast Asia, with speciali-
zations in the twentieth-century history of China and Christian-Muslim
Encounters in the Early Modern World. He did graduate studies at the
University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. He is the author of four
books on Cambodian politics and media and the Vietnam War (Cambodia
Silenced: The Press Under Six Regimes, 1997; Warrior Prince: Norodom
Ranariddh, Son of King Sihanouk of Cambodia, 2001; Strongman: The
Extraordinary Life of Hun Sen, Marshall Cavendish, 2013; and People’s
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INTRODUCTION
Narrative, Narrativity and Narrativization
of Time, History and Culturescapes
Could we ever step outside the universe of Narrative? The word “Narra-
tive” originates from the Latin word narre, which means “to make known,
to convey information, to provide individuals with a tool for learning and
teaching others about the world” (Slávka Tomascikova 2009: 281). Verbal
and non-verbal speech both are different forms of narrative across disci-
plines, cultures, time and spaces, if there is a story. Sometimes, silence too
can be eloquent, suggesting the story of cultural repression or erasures
of history from collective memory. Speech could find expression through
literature as recit, or oral cultures or through different mediums of “sto-
rytelling”. Speech could be semiotic and symbolic. It could be pictorial
engravings of the caveman in the pre-historic times as “signs” of history to
posterity. Western theories of narrative generally focus on fiction. Theories
of narrative focusing on social semiotics write about narrativizing experi-
ences in a world as constructed by a “text”1. Narrative, according to them,
“is an effective and flexible strategy which particular societies and dyads
can use to reproduce their value systems or experiences” (Hodge and Kress
1988: 230). Narrativity2 depends on the style of the narrator and his chosen
medium for discourses. Historical narratives in literature form a part of the
body of Narrative Fiction, but history could also be vocalized through the
semiotic narratives of memory using music, architecture, murals and vari-
ous other mediums of expression. In fact, all forms of human creativity are
different aspects of storytelling across time, space and history. So narrativ-
ity as a story of lives and selves becomes an integral part of philosophical
discourse across cultures and time. The concept of narrativity becomes a
process of finding a form, which constitutes the Self. Following from the
theories of Ricoeur, Gregory Currie, Noel Caroll, Louis Mink, narrativizing
(proposing a possible narrative)3 is an intrinsic aspect of consciousness. If
the form and content of narratives are culture-specific, the act of narrativ-
izing or the impulse to do the same is human. Yet there are perspectives on
storytelling as self-telling against a coherent narrative unifying the disparate
selves and perceptions of a man’s life. Before moving on to the discussion of
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She contends that there are different approaches to the theory of Narra-
tive, say among many others, Existentialist (Peter Brooks and Paul Ricoeur);
Cognitive (Mark Turner and Jerome Bruner); Aesthetic (Philip Sturgess);
Sociological (Barbara Hernstein Smith and Dan Ben-Amos). Quoting Ryan,
Tomascikova says that sometimes, “narrative is even characterised as a con-
cept, analytical category, discourse type, text type, and macro-genre” (Ryan
2004: 2–8). To agree with Tomascikova, with “such a variety of contexts
and approaches, narratology enlarges into a very complex field” (281). Yet,
for my analysis here, I would limit my study of Narratology to philosophi-
cal discourses across cultures and storytelling only, across time, to explore
how that shapes the consciousness of the world and contains the ideas of
ethicality, ethnicity and explains the Self. Areas of narratology pertaining to
structured texts that aim to educate or inform readers would be categorized
as non-narratives.4
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and the receiver – “mankind”, the opponent – “matter” and the helper –
“mind” (209–210). There could be any number of actors, depending on the
genre, to fulfil these “actantial” functions. Greimas’s structural semantics
thus is driven by desire.
Greimas’s remodelling of Propp’s formalistic approach to the study of folk
tales, and the structuralist methods of analysis in anthropology and literary
studies, happen at about the same time. According to the structuralists, the
form of a given narrative does not necessarily follow the sequence of events
in a story; rather, the tensions created between the expected temporal order-
ing of the story and the actual structure of narrative give the story its form.
There are different levels of narration: story/discourse, histoire/récit, fabula/
sjuzet. In each case, the same fundamental distinction is maintained. Both
Propp and Greimas, with their emphasis on the meaning of functions and
character, are interested in what is narrated or the level of the story. These
ideas on narrative are preeminent also in the theories of Tzvetan Todorov,
Mieke Bal, Gerard Genette and Roland Barthes, with the result that char-
acter and events are subordinated to processes and problems of narration.
Roland Barthes takes linguistics as the starting point for a structuralist
theory of narrative as a functional syntax in his Introduction to the Struc-
tural Analysis of Narrative (1966). According to him, narratives function
like sentences, but they operate on different levels of description. He writes
about two primary relations: “distributional (if the relations are situated
on the same level) and integrational (if they are grasped from one level to
the next)” (86). The arrangement of elements in a narrative is possible in a
variety of predictable ways within the acceptable limits of syntax or gram-
mar and operates according to a “hierarchy of instances” such as units,
action and narration. Units perform distributional functions at the “atomic
level”, ordering elements around “hinge-points” of the narrative and at the
integrational level they connect and order the levels of character and narra-
tion. Though these units are often microelements of the story, they can serve
important functions as leitmotifs by linking or “distributing” narrative ele-
ments in a causal chain or by integrating different aspects of the narrative
across temporal and spatial contexts. The character, which is not a “being”
in the psychological sense, but a “participant” enacting a function within a
specific sequence dominates the level of action and the level of narration or
the commonly phrased “point of view”, concerns the specific structure of
linguistic presentation and the site of reading. Thus, there is a shift from sto-
rytelling as an act to the structure of narrative itself. Ideas associated with
conventional realism based on a linear understanding of the external world
become redundant, as Barthes emphasizes, “The function of narrative is not
to ‘represent’; it is to constitute a spectacle still very enigmatic for us but in
any case not of a mimetic order” (124).
Gerard Genette and Mieke Bal, in the 1970s, continue to forge ahead
the possibilities of narrative through their tripartite models of narrative
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structure where the narrative text denotes the level of narration and the nar-
rator; the story – a sequencing of events and fabula – “a series of logically
and chronologically related events that are caused or experienced by actors”
(Bal 1985: 5) There is, however, a tension between fabula and the story,
where fabula is both the signifying level of narrative and the deep structure
of the narrative text, which “causes the narrative to be recognizable as nar-
rative” (175). Bal, in the tradition of Roland Barthes, argues for a deep
structural aspect of narrative, and Genette’s tripartite theory of narrative
distinguishes between story (the level of the signified or narrative content,
which he also called diegesis), narrative (the level of the signifier, discourse
or narrative text) and narrating (the level of the “narrative situation or its
instance”, including narration and narrators). Genette lays emphasis on the
temporality of narrating and the point of view or mood or the concept of
focalization: “it is almost impossible for me not to locate the story in time
with respect to my narrating act, since I must necessarily tell the story in
a present, past, or future tense” (Genette 1980: 215). According to him,
“mood” is determined by “the character whose point of view orients the
narrative perspective”, whereas the voice leads us to the question, “who
is the narrator?” (186). According to Genette, there are three narratorial
functions: narrative function, which emphasizes on telling a story; direct-
ing function or the metanarrative function, where the emphasis is on the
narrative text; and the function of communication or the relation between
the narrator and the reader, which underscores the differences between a
fictive narratee within the text and the reader or implied reader outside of
it. For Tzvetan Todorov, the object of structural analysis “is the literary dis-
course rather than works of literature, literature that is virtual rather than
real”. It is “to present a spectrum of literary possibilities, in such a manner
that the existing works of literature appear as particular instances that have
been realized” (Lawrence I. Lipking 436–437). He offers another perspec-
tive to the structural analysis of narrative, emphasizing on the structure of
a discourse.
French Structuralist Narratology, thus as espoused by Barthes and
Todorov in the main, analyses how a story’s meaning develops from its
overall structure or the langue. Going back to Aristotle’s contention that
all narratives develop longitudinally from beginning to middle and the end
through the casual selection and temporal combination of events, it fol-
lows that narratives can be analysed horizontally, at what Barthes calls the
syntagmatic level. But narratives as complex “representations” of events
ask for an interpretation. The complexity of meanings calls for a vertical,
paradigmatic, hermeneutic analysis, and it is this vertical axis of narrative
which the Russian Formalists had in mind when they differentiated between
a “fabula” and “sjuzet” (Todorov’s “story” and “discourse”) as the two
main analytical levels. The French structuralists, thus drawing on Saussu-
rean linguistics, defined literature as a kind of langue of which each specific
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(1984). Strawson claims that people are of two kinds, namely, Diachronics
and Episodics, who experience life differently. A Diachronic person, “natu-
rally figures oneself . . . as something that was there in the further (past) and
will be there in (further) future” (430). An Episodic person has a memory of
his or her past and different kinds of experiential reality in various phases
of life. Yet he or she does not feel connected to these experiences in the past.
Strawson also makes a distinction between narrative and non-narrative peo-
ple. Episodics could be non-narrative in certain cases, he affirms, but it is
rather difficult for the Diachronic person to be so. People with diachronic
self-experience have a misconception that everybody is like them, but that
is not so. They have a false idea of Self. ‘Episodics’, Strawson affirms, have
a better grasp of the self “as a matter of metaphysical fact”, as something
momentary and in a state of flux always. Episodics do not experience their
life as a story (because in order to experience your life as a story, you need
to experience your Self as being extended over time). Only Diachronics
(though not necessarily all of them) feel that way. Strawson identifies him-
self as an Episodic personality and bears witness to what it is like to be one.
He confides:
In other words, Strawson with his experiential reality in the past is not
the same Strawson in his contemporary reality. As experience remoulds us
every minute, it would be wrong to suggest that there is a continuous one-
dimensional narrative in a person’s life. So, searching for narrative unity
could be difficult and can lead to false identification of the Self. According
to the normative narrativity thesis, “experiencing or conceiving one’s life as
a narrative is a good thing: a richly Narrative outlook is essential to a well-
lived life, to true or full personhood” (Strawson: 63). However, Strawson
points out that this is a purely descriptive account and need not be the
only reality that all people should experience and agree with. He differenti-
ates four possible combinations of ethical and psychological theses. The
first combination could be in cases where one may “think the descriptive
thesis true and the normative one false. One may think that we are indeed
deeply Narrative in our thinking and that it’s not a good thing” (Ibid.: 429).
He cites the example of the Stoics and the protagonist of Sartre’s novel La
nausée, who holds something like this view. In the second combination, one
may, on the contrary, find the descriptive thesis false and the normative one
true and that we are not all naturally Narrative in our thinking. Yet there
is an insistence that we should accept the descriptive in order to live a good
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life. Strawson cites the example of Plutarch’s writings for this case. In the
third combination, there may be people who consider both the theses to be
true. “[O]ne may think that all normal non-pathological human beings are
naturally Narrative and also that Narrativity is crucial to a good life” (433).
Strawson continues to argue that the dominant view in the academy sup-
ports the third combination, followed by the second view. He continues to
foreground his thesis:
In the fourth and final combination, there may be people who consider the
acceptance of the third combination regrettable, and he understands himself
to belong to this category. He explains:
It’s just not true that there is only one good way for human beings
to experience their being in time. There are deeply non-Narrative
people and there are good ways to live that are deeply non-Narrative.
I think the second and third views hinder human self-understanding,
close down important avenues of thought, impoverish our grasp of
ethical possibilities, needlessly and wrongly distress those who do
not fit their model, and are potentially destructive in psychothera-
peutic contexts.
(429)
Briefly, in Strawson’s view, both the psychological and the ethical narra-
tivity theses are false because “there are deeply non-Narrative people and
there are good ways to live that are deeply non-Narrative”. He does not
contend against Narrative people but the hegemonic “Narrativity camp”
of the thinkers who consider narrativity as the only way of constructing
the meaning of life through coherent storytelling in their fictions. Galen
Strawson’s “Against Narrativity” is possibly the most thought-provoking
critique of narrative theorizing of self and identity in Cultural Studies in the
contemporary times. Yet, if his essay is read carefully, to agree with Matti
Hyvärinen (2012), Strawson actually displays “a closed conceptual lan-
guage game whose premises largely imply the results of the presumed analy-
sis. After all, Strawson neither reveals anything like a distinct ‘Episodic’
style or personality, nor does he indicate any plausible limits of narrativity”
(Göran, Johansson Christer 2012: 327–346). Though Strawson’s argument
against narrativity is captivating, it raises many questions. His definition of
narrativity is an oversimplification if the paradigm of a narrative is merely
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against the camp at all, for the “camp, in other words, has never existed in
the unitary form their arguments suggest” (Hyvärinen 2012: 327–346).
The question of narrative identity occurs to Ricoeur after he completed
his three-volume study of narrative in Time and Narrative, 1984–1988.
Narrative identity is not defined merely by characterization in a novel. It has
a larger claim where what the character thinks about himself or what story
he has to offer of himself is not all. What the other characters think about
him is important too. Ricoeur explores the idea of the Self extensively. If
the Cartesian cogito is too strong, one is certain of his Self, and if too weak,
the Self is weak or did not exist or what could be referred to as suffered
from a “shattered cogito” or “wounded cogito”. Kristofer Camilo Arca,
in his essay “Opaque Selves: A Ricœurian Response to Galen Strawson’s
Anti- Narrative Arguments” (2018), deconstructs Strawson’s arguments
against narrativity through his reading of Ricoeuer’s Time and Narrative.
He observes,
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reader more room for thought in order to understand how certain concepts
related to narrativizing Time can have resonances with non-western cul-
tures. From the understanding that there are only points of departure, there
could also be points of commonality across cultures and disciplines, as the
essays included here in this volume would suggest.
The first section (Part One) of the volume explores discourses in phil-
osophical thought across cultures on Time. The concept of Time is what
theorists and philosophical thinkers have been grappling within different
cultures and traditions, and this is also a probing field of research in theo-
retical Physics. As discussed earlier, Time and construction of the Self, Time
related to the understanding of life and death – have interlinked concerns
in literature and culture. Time determines thought processes in a given cul-
ture, construction of historical narratives and also construction of identities
in diasporic societies in the contemporary world. There are five essays in
this section. Two of the essays here draw insights from western philosophi-
cal ideas on Time and History, along with another essay on the Deleuzian
concept of Time as a flow. There are yet two more essays on Time and
Existence offering a different consciousness about Time in non-Christian
cultures, namely the ancient Hindu Culture and the S hamanistic Cultures
across the globe. To re-emphasize what I stated earlier, there could be major
points of difference in the understanding of Time in western philosophi-
cal discourse and the Hindu and Shamanistic cultures; yet there are certain
points of commonality, too, for the human consciousness moves beyond the
borders of cultural traditions to grapple with the concept of this world, life
and death and the relevance of our existence in the larger scheme of things.
There is a narrative structure to this volume, too, consciously construed to
narrow down or shift to a gradual microscopic vision from the abstractions
in philosophical discourse to discourses narrativizing history and memory
in literature, art and music in the second section (Part Two) and finally to
the diasporic identities in the final (Part Three) of the volume. For the final
section, I have included an essay on migration and diasporic identity along
with a fictional narrative (short story), followed by an interview with the
writer, narrativizing history, memory and identity formations in the recent
times. My thrust area of discussion through the essays in these two sections
has been twentieth century to the present. However, the essays in the first
section on philosophical rethinking on narratives of life, Time and history
could not be bound within this time frame for philosophical discourses, as
abstractions of life go through a process of renewal through new interpre-
tations and newer understandings in western philosophy. In the other two
non-Gregorian cultures, philosophical understanding of life and time do not
have such contradictions, and newer understandings for their ideas have
already arrived long back in time and have a logical explanation which
is atemporal and which possibly theoretical physics is trying to arrive at
through mathematical calculations and proofs.7
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The first essay in this volume by Saitya Brata Das discusses the bur-
den of history and memory on human consciousness from his readings of
Nietzsche and Walter Benjamin to explore the “idea of singularity under the
fold of the universal, the radical heterogeneity of life under the gaze of the
world” (Das). This consciousness of non-time, non-historical immemorial
life comes close to the idea of pure consciousness (“sat-chit-anand”) and
that of Time as Kala in Hindu philosophy. Saitya Brata Das points out that a
Hegelian concept of the power of consciousness, considered as the power of
the negative, can stare at the work of dissolution and is not afraid of physi-
cal death. Having argued thus, Das affirms that the understanding of life is
not the dialectical power of phenomenological history after all. He explores
Hegelian theodicy of history to counter the same with the Nietzschean con-
cept of “singularisation to come” (which resonates with the concept of the
Advaita in Hindu philosophy) and Rosenzweig’s messianic conception of
redemption.
Mousumi Guha Banerjee, in her essay, attempts to separate the humanly
lived notions of time or the historic-naturalistic idea of time from the met-
aphysical concept of time. Guha Banerjee attempts to explore and fore-
ground the Kantian idea of space and time as “not things perceived, but
modes of perception”. She points out that time perceived as the metaphysics
of being presupposes that history is the ontology of that being. Such onto-
theology of time can be validated by a certain form of Derridean difference,
and following from such an understanding, a formulation of history then
somewhat neutralized as past, present and future merge into a singular pres-
ence. Guha Banerjee also refers to Hayden White’s concept of the “deep
structures of historical imagination” connected with classical aesthetics of
narration to contend with White that history and historical discourse are “a
form of fiction making operation”. History then is not a mere narrativiza-
tion of the past but a factual hermeneutic or Carlo Ginzburg’s paradigm of
the “indiciary”. Historiography, in that case, to abide by Certeau’s observa-
tion, is a paradox between the real and the discourse. The essay moves on to
discuss the challenges of global history and its ideological confrontations in
the era of “electronic textuality”. The last two sections of Guha Banerjee’s
essay take up the issues of history connected with tradition and modernity
and the issues of subjectivity and identity in literature.
These two essays drawing their insights from western philosophy discuss
the issues of time and history from different perspectives. If Saitya Brata
Das’s essay explores the meaning of Life and pure consciousness, which is
undying, moving beyond the phenomenological constructs of history, Guha
Banerjee’s essay beginning with the Kantian idea of history moves on to
discuss narrativization of history and the issues of subjectivity and iden-
tity. The third essay in this section by Deb Kamal Ganguly discusses the
ontology of difference rather than identity from a Deleuzian perspective to
explore the modalities of cognition and experience in the domain of cinema.
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He points out that cinema becomes a close approximation of life and real-
ity and not mimesis in the Platonic sense but simulacrum from the Deleuz-
ian perspective. He elaborates on the concept of “eternal return”, which
is the internal identity of the world of chaos. Cinematic narrative plays on
our consciousness through a series of identifications as singularities actual-
izing and returning constantly in a flux. Ganguly writes about the Deleuzean
concept of the “event”, stating that through the interaction of the textual
flow and the segments of consciousness of the writer and the reader, some
“sense” illuminates, and the “event” is perceived. The “sense” changes the
completeness of the series and becomes a non-linear shadow play of con-
sciousness. Deb Kamal Ganguly discusses how Deleuze gives a primal value
to the concept of time and how he is an important successor to the “process
of philosophy” of Alfred North Whitehead and radicalizes his ideas. Deleuze
categorically distinguishes “event” from “occurrence”, for “occurrence” has
a singular causal progression. But “event” has no such causal progression
and is a multiple overlapping, converging and diverging series. The “event”
can be sensed and this “sense” affects cognition and perception through
appropriation and anticipation of the series. Ganguly draws our attention to
Deleuze’s contemplation of his concept of the “series”, based on difference
as the initiator and the prime mover. It is this difference that “returns” and
“repeats” along the infinite series. The simulacra of experiences create an
illusion of identity though ontologically, it prioritizes differences. Ganguly
analyses how Deleuze criticizes the disjunction between the “difference”
and “concept”. He insightfully contends how “through this possibility of
small conceptual crack the whole of classical metaphysics can surrogately
enter into the otherwise radically different process philosophy”. From here
Ganguly moves on to discuss the Deleuzean categorization of “Chronos’
and “Aion”. If Chronos is the “time of the gods”, or the time of the tran-
scendental all-encompassing subjectivity or the whole of universe of time
which approximates the concept of Kala in Hindu and Buddhist philosophy,
Aion is the “infinitesimally subdivisible” dimension of time which following
from Ganguly’s argument in my understanding would connect with “Calabi-
Yau-Manifold” in the Hyperspace theory of Physics.8 Aion is close to the
concept of the temporal and durational time in literary theory and “samay”
in Hindu philosophy, dubiously moving into past and the future continually.
Ganguly incisively analyses that Deleuzean concept of time prompts us to
probe into quantum metaphysics, which would make it clear that Chronos
and Aion are different yet related dimensions which can be sensed only at
the expense of the other. Moving from such a thought-provoking analysis,
Ganguly contends that this separation between Chronos and Ainos signifi-
cantly indicates the nature of our dispositions to memories or mnemonic
experiences, which evoke a longing and yearning within us. Thus, impulses
of emotionally charged rhetorized feelings are processes which work within
the other as Aion tends to re-process the condensations of Chronos.
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All the five essays thus in this section, in various ways, are commentar-
ies on narrative explorations of the concept of Time, Space and Existence.
Instead of attempting to understand the ideas as different in different cul-
tures, it is interesting to note the commonalities of thoughts and resonances
and how they connect with certain concepts in theoretical Physics.
The second section of the volume (Part Two) contains five essays on the
narrativization of history in different cultures across time from the late nine-
teenth century onwards. Each of these essays foregrounds either certain cru-
cial moments in a nation’s history or narratives of history as postmemory
demanding reconstruction(s). The first essay in this section, on murals as
documenting the memory of martyrdom in Northern Ireland, by Kusumita
Datta in different phases of history from the late nineteenth century, dis-
cusses the presence and erasure of the murals, the liminal space between the
two and also the fact about replacement with other murals through evolving
space and time. The essay also discusses at length how murals acquire new
spaces in other artefacts like photographs, cards and sites of grief tourism.
Datta points out how a framed mural becomes a memento for the “post-
memory” of martyr families and that there is a contestation between popu-
lar demand and sectarian perpetuation where a postmemory contests with
prememory.
The essay by Harish C. Mehta on modern Chinese fiction writes about
the literary revolution in China in 1917, after the fall of the decaying Qing
dynasty. Mehta focuses on the reform movements in China in the early
twentieth century, which have been wonderfully fictionalized in the nation’s
premier fiction writer, Lu Xun’s literary writings. Mehta points out that
the Chinese expression, “Ah Quism”, meaning an attempt to find a moral
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victory even in defeat, owes its origin to Lu Xun’s novella, The True Story of
Ah Q. Mehta’s essay interrogates “modernity” in the Chinese cultural con-
text in the twentieth century. It writes how the concept of “modernity” finds
expression in narrativization of the times. Mehta foregrounds that the liter-
ary revolution beginning from the inspirational historical moment of the
May Fourth Movement carried with it “the idea that literature should per-
form the role of disseminating messages of social redemption and national
salvation, by realistically portraying the reality of life in China”.
The two essays by Corinne Alexandre-Garner and Sagnik Chakraborty,
in different ways, write about the narrativization of the effects of the Second
World War, and how the Holocaust found expression through fiction, music
and films. Garner’s essay argues how a careful selection of historical facts
is mingled with the imaginary settings in Lawrence Durrell’s last fiction to
construct a complex textual fabric so that there are crossings of bounda-
ries between different levels of the narrative in the text. A series of textual
fragments from different narrators, belonging to different narrative levels
according to Garner, paves the way to an agnostic artistic position which
confirms Adorno’s observation that the “author’s motivations have nothing
to do with the writer’s work, the literary product”. Garner, through her
incisive analysis of Avignon Quintet, points out that the narrative tells a
kind of a truth and affirms that no single truth is possible since everything is
always in the process of changing and that nothing or no one can be taken
for granted.
Sagnik Chakraborty explores through his essay how music featured
against the larger canvas of the Holocaust. The essay explains “fugue” as a
musical term which denotes a composition in which “three or more voices
(very rarely two) enter imitatively one after the other, each ‘giving chase’
to the preceding voice”. He connects Paul Celan’s poem, “The Fugue of
Death”, with Szpilman’s memoir, The Pianist and the text’s adaptation as
a film by Roman Polansky. Chakraborty explores how each of these per-
sonalities attempted to seek an escape from the horror of the Holocaust as
a brutal memory knitted by death and how this can be evidenced through
their connected creative narratives of history.
Nishat Haider, in her essay on Qurratulain Hyder’s River of Fire, opines
that literary scholars in the West have ignored the imaginative and cogni-
tive experience and narrative handling of Time and have underscored the
anachronism which characterizes historical consciousness. She, in the first
section of her essay, writes how narrative, as a discursive site of contesta-
tion between competing voices, reconstructs memories and challenges the
hegemonic grand narrative of the past. The second section of her essay con-
centrates on how, through focalization and voice, Hyder blends her retrospec-
tive knowledge and her ostensibly synoptic view with the partial, immanent
perspective of historical agents or characters. Haider’s essay explicitly dis-
cusses the narrative techniques such as imaginative reconstruction, layered
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heteroglossia and artistic license and irony, which the writer uses to drama-
tize the potentially fruitful (and problematic) process of writing histories
“from below”.
The last section of this volume on diasporic cultural history includes a
powerful and extensive essay by Julie Banerjee Mehta on Canada’s rich and
contested history of immigrants, where the carving of identity is through
the assertion of the immigrants’ traditional cuisines that they carried from
their place of birth to the adopted homeland. Banerjee Mehta explores the
narratives of Asian-Canadian writers like Joy Kogawa, Judy Fong-Bates
and Anita Rau Badami, along with other contemporary Asian-Canadian
novelists and poets who write about minorities’ resistance to the hegem-
onic cultural oppression by the mainstream Canadian nation in the asser-
tion of their identity through their culinary uniqueness. The essay critically
analyses how Asian-Canadian and Asian-American diasporic writers “have
been infusing a new oeuvre into the North American literary canon”. Baner-
jee Mehta strongly contends that these writers “embrace the hyphen with
different approaches”. According to her, they embed their narratives with
resonant contextualities of imperialism and domination they had once
encountered as colonial subjects and which they must still endure. Agreeing
with Bhabha, Banerjee Mehta contends that “the third space may open the
way to conceptualizing an international culture, based not on the exoticism
of multiculturalism, or the diversity of cultures, but on the inscription and
articulation of culture’s hybridity”. She concludes on the note that it is the
“inter”, the in-between space or the cutting edge of translation and negotia-
tion, carrying the burden of the meaning of culture, which inevitably comes
to “reside in the tongue”. This section also includes a moving short story by
Cécile Oumhani, the French writer, which is followed by an interview on her
writings by Geetha Ganapathy Dore. Oumhani’s short story, “The Zebra
Finch”, is about cultural adaptation and relationships across geographical
spaces. The metaphor of the “zebra”, in the title, “zebra finch”, rings out
with diasporic connotations.
Beginning with a discussion on the theories of Narrative and narrativi-
zation, thus, it has been my endeavour to explore various kinds of narra-
tives on Time, History and Memory in different cultures. The narratives on
Western and Indian philosophical discourse are supposed to offer diverse
perspectives on Time, connecting the reader to the next section dealing
with narrativization of history through literature, music, film making and
murals. The final section is on the narratives of cultural exchange as a
conscious effort for understanding the contemporary global environment,
where singularity of cultural discourse is often torn apart by diverse his-
tories of migration and settlement. What this volume has to offer, briefly,
is a discursive terrain of ideas related to Narrative, as literary artefacts, or
verbal fictions or semiotic underpinnings of history and philosophy. To take
Mink’s (see Akker 2013) understanding of Narrative and history, discourses
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Notes
1 See “Social Semiotics”, in Handbook of Pragmatics: 2009 Installment. Jan-Ola
Ostman, Verschueren and Eline Versluys (eds). Amsterdam: John Benjamins.
2 Narrativity has a special significance in Film Theory. It refers to the processes by
which a story is both presented by the filmmaker and interpreted by the viewer.
The term must be distinguished from narrative, which refers to the story itself.
Narrativity is a common subject of debate in film theory. Many believe that
the interpretation of a film’s narrative is subjective. In other words, the same
story may appear differently to a viewer, depending on their background. Other
important aspects explored by film theorists are the factors which distinguish
narrativity in film from that of other art forms. When exploring narrativity in
film, several factors must be taken into account. For example, the order in which
the events of the story are presented. Films often employ non-linear storytelling,
which refers to a story not presented chronologically. Another important facet of
narrativity is montage, or the juxtaposition of images. Perhaps most importantly
of all are the images themselves. A filmmaker’s choice of what to show, and what
not to show, is key to understanding him or her as an artist and a storyteller.
3 Narrativize would mean to communicate (events or experiences) in narrative
form in order to better understand them.
4 Non-narrative writing is a structured text that is organized by ideas. It generally
has a more formal purposive and a structured introduction, body and conclu-
sion that aim to educate or inform readers. Business documents, research papers,
legal papers, and dictionaries are few examples of non-narrative texts.
5 Narratology is considered by some theorists to be a part of semiotics. For the
first serious attempt to analyse narrative, one has to go back to the philosopher
Aristotle. Aristotle (1997) is still considered to be one of the most influential theo-
rists of narrativity. In his Poetics, written about 330 bc, he defines works of art
as imitations of reality (in later introduced terminology known as “mimesis”)
and specifies three areas related to imitation, those of medium (language, sound,
music, etc.), object (people in action, later also calling it plot) and mode (narration
or action – acting). For Aristotle, art is a mirror reflecting reality (Aristotle 1997).
6 See, “Art as Technique” by Viktor Shklovsky (1917).
https://warwick.ac.uk/fac/arts/english/currentstudents/undergraduate/modules/
fulllist/first/en122/lecturelist-2015-16-2/shklovsky.pdf (Last accessed on Aug 1,
2021).
7 Reference is to the 11 dimensions in theoretical physics and the idea of gravi-
tational singularity which is a location in spacetime, where density and grav-
itational field of a celestial body are predicted to become infinite by general
relativity. At this point of singularity, the laws of normal spacetime break down.
In Indian philosophical thought, this point of singularity is also the “bindu”, or
the dot between the two eyebrows through which one can travel to astral spaces
in yogic meditation.
8 Calabi – Yau space is a particular type of manifold which has properties,
such as Ricci flatness, yielding applications in theoretical Physics, especially in
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superstring theory, where the extra dimensions of spacetime are sometimes con-
jectured to take the form of a six-dimensional Calabi – Yau manifold, which led
to the idea of mirror symmetry.
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Part One
Introduction
In one of his untimely meditations, Friedrich Nietzsche meditates on the
abuses of a historical reason that has gone wild (Nietzsche 1997). It is pos-
sible to imagine living without memory: one can at least be a cow (The
cow is an important animal figure for Nietzsche, as he was one of the most
important writers of animals ever, along with Aesop and Fontane, Rousseau
and Deleuze.); however, it is impossible to imagine a living without forget-
ting. Too much consciousness, too much history, too much memory: this is
sickness! Like the other diagnostician and symptomologist from nineteenth
century, that is Sigmund Freud, Nietzsche the physician of culture diagnoses
the hidden malady that oppresses our contemporary world of modernity:
life itself suffocates under the oppressive burdens of memory, of history and
of consciousness. As if, as it were, life as life – pure life – does not appear in
the blazing light of consciousness; as if life as life is suffocated in the logic of
intelligibility that is the law of history; as if, there is truly in life something
that is truly immemorial.
That history constitutes the law of intelligibility – the very intrigue of
being – that is the originary violence against life. The documents of his-
tory, then – as Walter Benjamin would show in his famous Theses on the
Philosophy of History – contains, in their hither side, the traces of barba-
rism which do not appear in the light of intelligibility of the world: “There
is no document of civilization which is not at the same time a document of
barbarism” (Benjamin 1985: 256). Irreducible to the light of intelligibility
that constitutes “the world”, life flows by, as undertow, as absolute singu-
larity and in its individuation that refuses to be subsumed under the catego-
ries or concepts of universality. Absolved from the law of universality, life
flows on as pure individuation and absolute singularity.
It is then the utmost intellectual-philosophical task and an existential
vocation to restitute – in integrum – life as life from its subjugation under
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the fold of the law. For what constitutes the law as law is this power of
subsumption: singularity under the fold of the universal, the radical het-
erogeneity of life under the gaze of the world. Thus, this life, which is not
a life but pure life, and which, as such, is distinguished from “being mere
alive”, is not to be found in the world; it does not appear in the time of the
world that constitutes our history, and in the consciousness of that time that
constitutes our memory. In its radical heterogeneity, in its pure individua-
tion and absolute singularity, life is the non-world (not the “other” world
as against “this” world), non-time, non-historical and immemorial. As if
something about life, not as an accidental property or attribute but as its
intrinsic non-conditional condition, is eternal. This eternity of life is not the
endless lengthening of time; it is not the spilling over this world into another
world of salvation; it is not the historical progression that spans over into
the indefinite infinity; and it is not the memory whose provisional forget-
ting will be recovered once again, thanks to the power of the consciousness,
which as such is power per say, which is the very power as power, as Hegel
used to say. This is the power of the negative that stares at the work of dis-
solution and is not afraid of death:
What is this life that is not assimilated to this dialectical power of a phe-
nomenological history? This power of memory for which there is nothing
radical outside is the very image of totality. This totalization is that sickness
of history against which the diagnostician and symptomologist Nietzsche
poses the question of life, life as life, not the biological life which the racist
ideology has made its emblem – the blood and soil – but pure life, opening
to the immemorial affirmation, the eternal yes to life!
History as Theodicy
The dominant conception of history – the one that is born as a response
to the Enlightenment’s idea of history – understands history as an imma-
nent plane of continuum that progressively and in an accumulative manner
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moves towards its telos which lies at the end of its process. Behind all the
periodic breaks, it perceives a continuum of self-presence (Hegel’s idea of the
Subject) of which the breaks are only perceived to be attenuated variation of
the fundamental continuity underlying all the interruptions and discontinui-
ties of history. The metaphysician of history – the owl of Minerva – who
takes flight only at the dusk, commemorates and celebrates the victory of
memory over forgetting. The song that the metaphysician sings on this fes-
tive occasion is the song that celebrates the triumphs of the world-historical
politics: it celebrates the progressive rationalization of reality as it embodies
itself in the world-historical figures of sovereignty. The Hegelian dialectical
phenomenology of history is the most systematic exposition of theodicy:
here the Absolute embodies itself, objectively, in the sovereign figures of
world-historical politics, as if God himself sojourns on the worldly plane
of becoming. This embodiment of the divine must pass through dialectical
stages of diremption and return whose speculative meaning Hegel draws
from Christology (Christ dying on the cross and resurrecting himself): it
is the drama of history itself, the very power of history, whose objective
manifestation Hegel finds, at the end of this history, in the very figure of the
modern State, the Prussian State which embodies the conquered truth that
reason has become real and the real has become, finally, rational. Hegel’s
theodicy has become thus the apologist of the victorious. It effectively
refuses to confront the radical evil that is operative in history in the name
of the Good that lies at the end of a progressive world-historical movement
on a homogenous scale. It is against this Nietzsche writes his “Uses and
Disadvantages of History for Life”:
The belief that one is a latecomer of the ages is, in any case, para-
lyzing and depressing but it must appear dreadful and devastating
when such a belief one day by a bold inversion raises this late-
comer to a Godhead as the true meaning and goal of all previous
events, when his miserable condition is equated with a completion
of world-history. Such a point of view has accustomed the Germans
to talk of a “world process” and to justify their own age as the
necessary result of this world-process; such a point of view has set
history, insofar as history is “the concept that realizes itself”, “the
dialectics of the spirit of the peoples”, and the “world-tribunal”, in
place of the other spiritual powers, art and religion, as the sole sov-
ereign power. History understood in this Hegelian fashion has been
mockingly called God’s sojourn on earth, though the god referred
to has been created only by history. This god, however, became
transparent and comprehensible to himself within the Hegelian cra-
niums and has already ascended all the dialectically possible steps
of his evolution up to this self-revelation: so that for Hegel the
climax and terminus of the world-process coincided with his own
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occasions, the silence of the ladies, and the half compassionate
courtesy of Colonel Houston, wounded her heart more deeply than
the most bitter reproaches could have done.
A week passed in this dreary manner, and still Major Helmstedt and
Captain Houston had not returned, though they were as yet daily
expected.
Margaret, lonely, desolate, craving companionship and sympathy,
one day ordered her carriage and drove up to the parsonage to see
Grace Wellworth. She was shown into the little sitting-room where
the parson’s daughter sat sewing.
Grace arose to meet her friend with a constrained civility that cut
Margaret to the heart. She could not associate her coldness with the
calumnious reports afloat concerning herself, and therefore could not
comprehend it.
But Margaret’s heart yearned toward her friend; she could not bear
to be at variance with her.
“My dearest Grace, what is the matter? have I unconsciously
offended you in any way?” she inquired, gently, as she sat down
beside the girl and laid her hand on her arm.
“Unconsciously! no, I think not! You are doubly a traitor, Margaret
Helmstedt! Traitor to your betrothed and to your friend!” replied Miss
Wellworth, bitterly.
“Grace! this from you!”
“Yes, this from me! of all others from me! The deeply injured have a
right to complain and reproach.”
“Oh, Grace! Grace! my friend!” exclaimed Margaret, wringing her
hands.
But before another word was said, old Mr. Wellworth entered the
room.
“Good-afternoon, Miss Helmstedt. Grace, my dear, go down to
Dinah’s quarter and give her her medicine, Miss Helmstedt will
excuse you. One of our women has malaria fever, Miss Helmstedt.”
“Indeed! I am sorry; but I have some skill in nursing: shall I not go
with Grace?” inquired Margaret, as her friend arose to leave the
room.
“No, young lady; I wish to have some conversation with you.”
Grace sulkily departed, and Margaret meekly resumed her seat.
“Miss Helmstedt, my poor child, it is a very painful duty that I have
now to perform. Since the decease of my wife, I have to watch with
double vigilance over the welfare of my motherless daughter, and I
should feel indebted to you, Margaret, if you would abstain from
visiting Grace until some questions in regard to your course are
satisfactorily answered.”
Margaret’s face grew gray with anguish as she arose to her feet, and
clasping her hands, murmured:
“My God! my God! You do not think I could do anything that should
separate me from the good of my own sex?”
“Margaret, unhappy child, that question is not for me to answer. I
dare not judge you, but leave the matter to God above and to your
father on earth.”
“Farewell, Mr. Wellworth. I know the time will come when your kind
nature will feel sorrow for having stricken a heart already so bruised
and bleeding as this,” she said, laying her hand upon her surcharged
bosom; “but you are not to blame, so God bless you and farewell,”
she repeated, offering her hand.
The clergyman took and pressed it, and the tears sprang to his eyes
as he answered:
“Margaret, the time has come, when I deeply regret the necessity of
giving you pain. Alas! my child, ‘the way of the transgressor is hard.’
May God deliver your soul,” and rising, he attended her to her
carriage, placed her in it, and saying:
“God bless you!” closed the door and retired.
“Oh, mother! mother! Oh, mother! mother! behold the second gift—
my only friendship! They are yours, mother! they are yours! only love
me from heaven! for I love you beyond all on earth,” cried Margaret,
covering her sobbing face, and sinking back in the carriage.
Margaret returned home to her deserted and lonely rooms. No one
came thither now; no one invited her thence. Darker lowered the
clouds of fate over her devoted young head. Another weary week
passed, and still the returning soldiers had not arrived. The Sabbath
came—the first Sabbath in October.
Margaret had always found the sweetest consolation in the
ordinances of religion. This, being the first Sabbath of the month,
was sacrament Sunday. And never since her entrance into the
church had Margaret missed the communion. And now, even in her
deep distress, when she so bitterly needed the consolations of
religion, it was with a subdued joy that she prepared to receive them.
It was delightful autumn weather, and the whole family who were
going would fill the family coach—so much had been intimated to
Margaret through her attendants. Therefore she was obliged to order
her own carriage. The lonely ride, under present circumstances, was
far more endurable than the presence of the family would have been;
and solitude and silence afforded her the opportunity for meditation
that the occasion required.
She reached the church and left her carriage before the hour of
service. The fine day had drawn an unusually large congregation
together, and had kept them sauntering and gossiping out in the
open air; but Margaret, as she smiled or nodded to one or another,
met only scornful glances or averted heads. More than shocked,
appalled and dismayed by this sort of reception, she hurried into the
church and on to her pew.
Margaret had always, in preference to the Houstons’ pew, occupied
her own mother’s, “to keep it warm,” she had said, in affectionate
explanation, to Mrs. Houston. Generally, Grace or Clare, or both,
came and sat with her to keep her company. But to-day, as yet,
neither of her friends had arrived, and she occupied her pew alone.
As hers was one of those side pews in a line with the pulpit, her
position commanded not only the preacher’s, but the congregation’s
view. The preacher had not come. The congregation in the church
was sparse, the large majority remaining in the yard. Yet, as
Margaret’s eyes casually roved over this thin assembly, she grew
paler to notice how heads were put together, and whispers and
sidelong glances were directed to herself. To escape this, and to find
strength and comfort, she opened her pocket Bible and commenced
reading.
Presently, the bell tolled; and the people came pouring in, filling their
pews. About the time that all was quiet, the minister came in,
followed at a little distance by his son and daughter, who passed into
the parsonage pew, while he ascended into the pulpit, offered his
preliminary private prayer, and then opening the book commenced
the sublime ritual of worship.
“The Lord is in His holy temple. Let all the earth keep silence before
Him.”
These words, repeated Sunday after Sunday, never lost their
sublime significance for Margaret. They ever impressed her
solemnly, at once awing and elevating her soul. Now as they fell
upon her ear, her sorrows and humiliations were, for the time, set
aside. A hundred eyes might watch her, a hundred tongues malign
her; but she neither heeded, nor even knew it. She knew she was
alone—she could not help knowing this; Grace had passed her by;
Clare had doubtless come, but not to her. She felt herself abandoned
of human kind, but yet not alone, for “God was in His holy temple.”
The opening exhortation, the hymn, the prayers, and the lessons for
the day were all over, and the congregation knelt for the litany.
“From envy, hatred and malice, and all uncharitableness, good Lord
deliver us.”
These words had always slid easily over the tongue of Margaret, so
foreign had these passions been to her life and experience; but now
with what earnestness of heart they were repeated:
“That it may please Thee to forgive our enemies, persecutors and
slanderers, and to turn their hearts.”
Formal words once, repeated as by rote, now how full of significance
to Margaret. “Oh, Father in Heaven,” she added, “help me to ask this
in all sincerity.”
The litany was over, and the little bustle that ensued, of people rising
from their knees, Margaret’s pew door was opened, a warm hand
clasped hers, and a cordial voice whispered in her ear:
“I am very late to-day, but ‘better late than never,’ even at church.”
And Margaret, looking up, saw the bright face of Clare Hartley before
her.
Poor Margaret, at this unexpected blessing, nearly burst into tears.
“Oh, Clare, have you heard? have you heard?” she eagerly
whispered.
There was no time to say more; the services were recommenced,
and the congregation attentive.
When the usual morning exercises were over, a portion of the
congregation retired, while the other remained for the communion.
Clare was not a communicant, but she stayed in the pew to wait for
Margaret. Not with the first circle, nor yet with the second, but
meekly with the third, Margaret approached the Lord’s table. Mr.
Wellworth administered the wine, and one of the deacons the bread.
Margaret knelt near the center of the circle, so that about half the set
were served before the minister came to her. And when he did,
instead of putting the blessed chalice into her hand, he stooped and
whispered:
“Miss Helmstedt, I would prefer to talk with you again before
administering the sacrament to you.”
This in face of the whole assembly. This at the altar. Had a
thunderbolt fallen upon her head, she could scarcely have been
more heavily stricken, more overwhelmed and stunned.
This, then, was the third offering; the comfort of the Christian
sacraments was sacrificed. No earthly stay was left her now, but the
regard of her stern father and the love of Ralph. Would they remain
to her? For her father she could not decide. One who knew him best,
and loved him most, had died because she dared not trust him with
the secret of her life. But for Ralph! Ever at the thought of him,
through her deeper distress, the great joy of faith arose, irradiating
her soul and beaming from her countenance.
But now, alas! no thought, no feeling, but a sense of crushing shame
possessed her. How she left that spot she never could have told!
The first fact she knew was that Clare had left her pew to meet and
join her; Clare’s supporting arm was around her waist; Clare’s
encouraging voice was in her ears; Clare took her from the church
and placed her in her carriage; and would have entered and sat
beside her, but that Margaret, recovering her presence of mind,
repulsed her, saying:
“No, Clare! no, beloved friend! it is almost well to have suffered so
much to find a friend so loyal and true; but your girlish arm cannot
singly sustain me. And you shall not compromise yourself for me.
Leave me, brave girl; leave me to my fate!”
“Now may the Lord leave me when I do! No, please Heaven, Clare
Hartley stands or falls with her friend!” exclaimed the noble girl, as
she entered and seated herself beside Margaret. “Drive on, Forrest,”
she added, seeing Miss Helmstedt too much preoccupied to
remember to give the order.
“My father was not at church to-day. So if you will send a messenger
with a note from me to Dr. Hartley, I will remain with you, Margaret,
until your father arrives.”
“Oh, Clare! Clare! if you hurt yourself for me, I shall never forgive
myself for allowing you to come.”
“As if you could keep me away.”
“Clare, do you know what they say of me?”
Clare shook her head, frowned, beat an impatient tattoo with her feet
upon the mat, and answered:
“Know it! No; I do not! Do you suppose that I sit still and listen to any
one slandering you? Do you imagine that any one would dare to
slander you in my presence? I tell you, Margaret, that I should take
the responsibility of expelling man or woman from my father’s house
who should dare to breathe a word against you.”
“Oh, Clare! the circumstantial evidence against me is overwhelming!”
“What is circumstantial evidence, however strong, against your
whole good and beautiful life?”
“You would never believe ill of me.”
“Margaret—barring original sin, which I am required to believe in—I
think I have a pure heart, a clear head, and strong eyes. I do not find
so much evil in my own soul, as to be obliged to impute a part of it to
another. I never confuse probabilities; and, lastly, I can tell an Agnes
from a Calista at sight.”
By this time the rapid drive had brought them home. Clare scribbled
a hasty note, which Forrest conveyed to her father.
The Comptons and the Houstons were all communicants, and did
not leave the church until all the services were over. They had been
bitterly galled and humiliated by the repulse that Margaret Helmstedt,
a member of their family, had received. On their way home, they
discussed the propriety of immediately sending her off, with her
servants, to Helmstedt’s Island.
“Her father does not come; her conduct grows worse and worse; she
has certainly forfeited all claims to our protection, and she
compromises us every day,” urged Nellie.
“I am not sure but that the isle would be the best and most secure
retreat for her until the coming of her father; the servants there are
faithful and reliable, and the place is not so very accessible to
interlopers, now that the British have retired,” said old Mrs. Compton.
Such being the opinion of the ladies of the family, upon a case
immediately within their own province, Colonel Houston could say
but little.
“Dear mother and fair wife, the matter rests with you at last; but for
myself, I prefer that the girl should remain under our protection until
the arrival of her father. I would place her nowhere, except in Major
Helmstedt’s own hands.”
The ladies, however, decided that Margaret Helmstedt should, the
next morning, be sent off to the isle. And the colonel reluctantly
acquiesced. As for old Colonel Compton, from first to last he had not
interfered, or even commented, except by a groan or a sigh.
Upon arriving at home, they were astonished to find Clare Hartley
with Margaret. And when they were told that Forrest had been
dispatched to Plover’s Point, with a note from Clare to inform her
father of her whereabouts, Nellie prophesied that the messenger
would bring back orders for Clare to return immediately. And she
decided to say nothing to Margaret about the approaching exodus
until after Clare’s departure.
Mrs. Houston’s prediction was verified. Forrest returned about
sunset with a note from Dr. Hartley to his daughter, expressing
surprise that she should have made this visit without consulting him,
and commanding her, as it was too late for her to cross the bay that
evening, to return, without fail, early the next morning.
Margaret gazed anxiously at Clare while the latter read her note.
“Well, Clare! well?” she asked, eagerly, as her friend folded the
paper.
“Well, dear, as I left home without settling up some matters, I must
run back for a few hours to-morrow morning; but I will be sure to
come back and redeem my pledge of remaining near you until your
father’s arrival, dear Margaret; for every minute I see more clearly
that you need some faithful friend at your side,” replied Clare, who
felt confident of being able to persuade her father to permit her
return.
Clare slept with Margaret in her arms that night. And early the next
morning—very early, to deprecate her father’s displeasure, she
entered Margaret’s little Pearl Shell, and was taken by Forrest
across the bay and up the river to Plover’s Point.
She had scarcely disappeared from the house, before Mrs. Houston
entered Miss Helmstedt’s room.
Margaret was seated in her low sewing-chair with her elbow leaning
on the little workstand beside her, her pale forehead bowed upon her
open palm, and a small piece of needlework held laxly in the other
hand lying idly upon her lap. Her eyes were hollow, her eyelashes
drooping until they overshadowed cheeks that wore the extreme
pallor of illness. Her whole aspect was one of mute despair.
The bustling entrance of Mrs. Houston was not perceived until the
lady addressed her sharply:
“Miss Helmstedt, I have something to say to you.”
Margaret started ever so slightly, and then quietly arose, handed her
visitor a chair, and resumed her own seat, and after a little while her
former attitude, her elbow resting on the stand, her head bowed
upon her hand.
“Miss Helmstedt,” said the lady, taking the offered seat with an air of
importance, “we have decided that under present circumstances, it is
better that you should leave the house at once with your servants,
and retire to the isle. Your effects can be sent after you.”
A little lower sank the bowed head—a little farther down slid the
relaxed hand, that was the only external evidence of the new blow
she had received. To have had her good name smirched with foul
calumny; to have suffered the desertion of all her friends save one;
to have been publicly turned from the communion table; all this had
been bitter as the water of Marah! Still she had said to herself:
“Though all in this house wound me with their frowns and none
vouchsafe me a kind word or look, yet will I be patient and endure it
until they come. My father and Ralph shall find me where they left
me.”
But now to be sent with dishonor from this home of shelter, where
she awaited the coming of her father and her betrothed husband;
and under such an overwhelming mass of circumstantial evidence
against her as to justify in all men’s eyes those who discarded her—
this, indeed, was the bitterness of death!
Yet one word from her would have changed all. And now she was
under no vow to withhold that word, for she recollected that her dying
mother had said to her: “If ever, my little Margaret, your honor or
happiness should be at stake through this charge with which I have
burdened you, cast it off, give my secret to the wind!” And now a
word that she was free to speak would lift her from the pit of
ignominy and set her upon a mount of honor. It would bring the
Comptons, the Houstons, the Wellworths and the whole company of
her well-meaning, but mistaken friends to her feet. Old Mr. Wellworth
would beg her pardon, Grace would weep upon her neck. The family
here would lavish affection upon her. Nellie would busy herself in
preparations for the approaching nuptials. The returning soldiers,
instead of meeting disappointment and humiliation, would greet—the
one his adored bride—the other his beloved daughter. And
confidence, love and joy would follow.
But then a shadow of doubt would be cast upon that grave under the
oaks by the river. And quickly as the temptation came, it was
repulsed. The secret that Marguerite De Lancie had died to keep,
her daughter would not divulge to be clear of blame. “No, mother, no,
beautiful and gifted martyr, I can die with you, but I will never betray
you! Come what will I will be silent.” And compressing her sorrowful
and bloodless lips and clasping her hands, Margaret “took up her
burden of life again.”
“Well, Miss Helmstedt, I am waiting here for any observation you
may have to offer, I hope you will make no difficulty about the plan
proposed.”
“No, Mrs. Houston, I am ready to go.”
“Then, Miss Helmstedt, you had better order your servants to pack
up and prepare the boat. We wish you to leave this morning; for
Colonel Houston, who intends to see you safe to the island, and
charge the people there concerning you, has only this day at his
disposal. To-morrow he goes to Washington, to meet Ralph and
Frank, who, we learn by a letter received this morning, are on their
way home.”
This latter clause was an additional piece of cruelty, whether
intentional or only thoughtless on the part of the speaker. Ralph so
near home, and she dismissed in dishonor! Margaret felt it keenly;
but she only inquired in a low and tremulous voice:
“And my father?”
“Your father, it appears, is still detained by business in New York.
And now I will leave you to prepare for your removal.”
Margaret rang for her servants, directed Hildreth to pack up her
clothing, and Forrest to make ready the boat, for they were going
back to the island.
Her faithful attendants heard in sorrowful dismay. They had acutely
felt and deeply resented the indignities inflicted upon their young
mistress.
An hour served for all necessary preparations, and then Margaret
sent and reported herself ready to depart.
The family assembled in the hall to bid her good-by. When she took
leave of them they all looked grave and troubled. Old Mrs. Compton
kissed her on the cheek and prayed God to bless her. And the tears
rushed to Colonel Houston’s eyes when he offered his arm to the
suffering girl, whose pale face looked so much paler in contrast with
the mourning dress she still wore.
They left the house, entered the boat, and in due time reached
Helmstedt’s Island. Colonel Houston took her to the mansion, called
the servants together, informed them that their master would be at
home in a few days; and that their young mistress had come to
prepare for his arrival, and to welcome him back to his house. That
of course they would obey her in all things. This explanation of
Margaret’s presence was so probable and satisfactory, that her
people had nothing to do but to express the great pleasure they felt
in again receiving their young lady. In taking leave of Margaret,
Colonel Houston was very deeply shaken. He could not say to her,
“This act, Margaret, was the act of the women of my family, who, you
know, hold of right the disposal of all such nice questions as these. I
think they are wrong, but I cannot with propriety interfere.” No, he
could not denounce the doings of his own wife and mother, but he
took the hand of the maiden and said:
“My dearest Margaret—my daughter, as I hoped once proudly to call
you—if ever you should need a friend, in any strait, for any purpose,
call on me. Will you, my dear girl?”
Miss Helmstedt remained silent, with her eyes cast down in bitter
humiliation.
“Say, Margaret Helmstedt, my dear, will you do this?” earnestly
pleaded Colonel Houston.
Margaret looked up. The faltering voice, and the tears on the old
soldier’s cheeks touched her heart.
“The bravest are ever the gentlest. God bless you, Colonel Houston.
Yes, if ever poor Margaret Helmstedt needs a friend, she will call
upon you,” she said, holding out her hand.
The old man pressed it and hurried away.
The next morning Colonel Houston set out for Washington city to
meet his son.
The reunion took place at the City Hotel.
Captain Houston was eager to proceed directly homeward; but a
night’s rest was necessary to the invalid soldier, and their departure
was fixed for the next day. Ralph Houston’s eagerness seemed not
altogether one of joy; through the evening his manner was often
abstracted and anxious.
When the party had at last separated for the night, Ralph left his own
chamber and proceeded to that of his father. He found the veteran in
bed, and much surprised at the unseasonable visit. Ralph threw
himself into the easy-chair by his side, and opened the conversation
by saying:
“I did not wish to speak before a third person, even when that person
was my brother; but what then is this about Margaret? Mrs.
Houston’s letters drop strange, incomprehensible hints, and
Margaret’s little notes are constrained and sorrowful. Now, sir, what
is the meaning of it all?”
“Ralph, it was to break the news to you that I came up hither to meet
you,” replied the colonel, solemnly.
“The news! Great Heaven, sir, what news can there be that needs
such serious breaking? You told me that she was well!” exclaimed
the captain, changing color, and rising in his anxiety.
“Ralph! Margaret Helmstedt is lost to you forever.”
The soldier of a dozen battles dropped down into his chair as if
felled, and covered his face with his hands.
“Ralph! be a man!”
A deep groan from the laboring bosom was the only response.
“Ralph! man! soldier! no faithless woman is worth such agony!”
He neither moved nor spoke; but remained with his face buried in his
hands.
“Ralph! my son! my brave son! Ralph!” exclaimed the old man, rising
in bed.
The captain put out his hand and gently pressed him back upon his
pillow, saying in a calm, constrained voice:
“Lie still; do not disturb yourself; it is over. You said that she was lost
to me, forever. She is married to another, then?”
“I wish to Heaven that I knew she was; but I only know that she
ought to be.”
“Tell me all!”
The voice was so hollow, so forced, so unnatural, that Colonel
Houston could not under other circumstances have recognized it as
his son’s.
The old man commenced and related the circumstances as they
were known to himself.
Captain Houston listened—his dreadful calmness as the story
progressed, startled first into eager attention, then into a breathless
straining for the end, and finally into astonishment and joy! And just
as the story came to the point of Margaret’s return from her
mysterious trip, with the denial that she was married, he broke forth
with:
“But you told me that she was lost to me forever! I see nothing to
justify such an announcement!”
“Good Heaven, Ralph, you must be infatuated, man! But wait a
moment.” And taking up the thread of his narrative, he related how
all Miss Helmstedt’s friends, convinced of her guilt or folly, had
deserted her.
At this part of the recital Ralph Houston’s fine countenance darkened
with sorrow, indignation and scorn.
“Poor dove!—but we can spare them. Go on, sir! go on!”
“Ralph, you make me anxious; but listen further.” And the old man
related how Margaret, presenting herself at the communion table,
had, in the face of the whole congregation, been turned away.
Ralph Houston leaped upon his feet with a rebounding spring that
shook the house, and stood, convulsed, livid, speechless, breathless
with rage.
“Ralph! My God, you alarm me! Pray, pray govern yourself.”
His breast labored, his face worked, his words came as if each
syllable was uttered with agony: “Who—did—this?”
“Mr. Wellworth, once her friend!”
“An old man and a clergyman! God knoweth that shall not save him
when I meet him.”
“Ralph! Ralph! you are mad.”
“And Margaret! How did she bear this? Oh! that I had been at her
side. Oh, God, that I had been at her side!” exclaimed the captain,
striding in rapid steps up and down the floor.
“She felt it, of course, very acutely.”
“My dove! my poor, wounded dove! But you all comforted and
sustained her, sir!”
“Ralph, we thought it best to send her home to the island.”
“What!” exclaimed Captain Houston, pausing suddenly in his rapid
walk.
“Yes, Ralph, we have sent her away home. We thought it best to do
so,” replied the colonel, generously suppressing the fact that it was
altogether the women’s work, against his own approval.
Ralph Houston had gone through all the stages of displeasure,
indignation and fury. But he was past all that now! There are some
wrongs so deep as to still the stormiest natures into a stern calm
more to be feared than fury.
“What, do you tell me that in this hour of her bitterest need you have
sent my promised bride from the protection of your roof?” he
inquired, walking to the bedside, and speaking in a deep, calm, stern
tone, from which all emotion seemed banished.
“Ralph, we deemed it proper to do so.”
“Then hear me! Margaret Helmstedt shall be my wife within twenty-
four hours; and, so help me God, at my utmost need, I will never
cross the threshold of Buzzard’s Bluff again!” exclaimed Captain
Houston, striding from the room and banging the door behind him.
“Ralph! Ralph! my son, Ralph!” cried the colonel, starting up from the
bed, throwing on his dressing-gown and following him through the
passage. But Captain Houston had reached and locked himself in
his own chamber, where he remained in obdurate silence.
The colonel went back to bed.
Ralph Houston, in his room, consulted the timepiece. It was eleven
o’clock. He sat down to the table, drew writing materials before him,
and wrote the following hasty note to his betrothed:
City Hotel, Washington, October 6, 1815.
Margaret, My Beloved One:—Only this hour have I
heard of your sorrows. Had I known them sooner, I would
have come from the uttermost parts of the earth to your
side. But be of good cheer, my own best love. Within
twenty-four hours I shall be with you to claim your hand,
and assume the precious privilege and sacred right of
protecting you against the world for life and death and
eternity.
Yours,
Ralph Houston.
“‘It is written that for this cause shall a man leave father and mother
and cleave to his wife.’ I am glad of it. Let them go. For my poor,
storm-beaten dove, she shall be safe in my bosom,” said Ralph
Houston, his heart burning with deep resentment against his family,
and yearning with unutterable affection toward Margaret, as he
sealed and directed the letter, and hastened with it to the office to
save the midnight mail.
CHAPTER XIV.
MARTYRDOM.
“Mother, mother, up in heaven!
Stand upon the jasper sea
And be witness I have given
All the gifts required of me;
Hope that blessed me, bliss that crowned,
Love that left me with a wound,
Life itself that turned around.”
—Mrs. Browning.