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21st Century
US Historical Fiction
Contemporary Responses
to the Past
Edited by
Ruth Maxey
21st Century US Historical Fiction
Ruth Maxey
Editor
21st Century US
Historical Fiction
Contemporary Responses to the Past
Editor
Ruth Maxey
Department of American & Canadian Studies
University of Nottingham
Nottingham, UK
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Acknowledgments
vii
Contents
ix
x CONTENTS
Index 265
Notes on Contributors
xiii
xiv NOTES ON CONTRIBUTORS
Ruth Maxey
R. Maxey (B)
Department of American and Canadian Studies, School of Cultures, Languages
and Area Studies, University of Nottingham, Nottingham, UK
e-mail: ruth.maxey@nottingham.ac.uk
impels American writers to search for precursors (in the name of com-
munity) rather than escape from them (in the name of individuation); to
connect to traditions and histories (in the name of a usable past) rather than
dissociate from them (in the name of originality) …its textual symptoms
are not caution or constraint …but rather narrative complexity and linguis-
tic exuberance …Their search for origins may be ironic and at the same
time “authentic,” simultaneously self-doubting and subversive. (1997, 5–6;
emphasis in original)
Pace Zamora, the continuing bid to create a usable past comes from an
anxiety that is richly generative. In many contemporary US historical nov-
els, that past is a twentieth-century one, as writers grapple with modernity
and rapid technological change. Within this twentieth-century timescale,
they are more likely to turn to the 1960s than the 1940s—the latter
decade being more characteristic of British historical fiction—and they
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lost voices, while some writers also play with chronology, upsetting read-
erly expectations of any putatively straightforward—linear, sequential,
teleological—temporal framework. The energetic use of intertextuality
enriches these works further and—recalling some of the characteristics
of historiographical metafiction (Hutcheon 1989)—results in subversive
counternarratives that write back to US political and cultural hegemony
at home and abroad (see Chapter 10).
A number of scholars have recently produced monographs or edited
collections on contemporary works of historical fiction in English, reflect-
ing the significance of the genre and its ever-growing appeal to differ-
ent audiences. It is notable that these academic studies are primarily con-
cerned with British novels.1 By contrast, some important scholarly works
consider recent US historical fiction but they examine different writ-
ers and texts from the present study.2 In other words, there remains a
clear gap in the currently available scholarly literature on recent histor-
ical novels from the United States and it is this gap that 21st Century
US Historical Fiction fills. Providing some of the first critical insights into
very recently published and prize-winning US works, some by first-time
novelists—while also looking at the fiction of well-established American
writers—leading and emergent scholars from the United States, Canada,
Britain, and Ireland analyze key examples of the US historical novel
from recent years. Their essays ask how American novelists are examining
the past and investigate the periods they are exploring. They also ques-
tion why writers favor particular historical eras—for instance, antebellum
America or the long 1960s—over others.
The 13 main chapters in this volume are organized chronologically,
beginning with fiction set in the 1840s and ’50s. These chapters con-
cern recent novels by canonical writers such as the late E. L. Doctorow
and Philip Roth, and well-known literary figures including Susan Choi,
Jennifer Egan, Chang-rae Lee, James McBride, Joyce Carol Oates, and
George Saunders. They also consider such new novelists as David Means
and Viet Thanh Nguyen and tackle some of the most prominent and
provocative contemporary illustrations of US historical fiction: for exam-
ple, Anthony Doerr’s World War II novel, All the Light We Cannot See
(2014); Nguyen’s Vietnam War narrative, The Sympathizer (2015); and
Colson Whitehead’s reclamation of US slavery, The Underground Rail-
road (2016)—all recipients of the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction—and the crit-
ically lauded neo-Victorian fiction of Lyndsay Faye.
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tours. What does it mean for authors from the Midwest and the West
Coast, respectively, to pursue the Holocaust as the topic of their fiction,
fiction that depends upon the scholarly enterprise of the past and a hope
for the memory of the Holocaust into the future? Through close readings
of the novels’ achronological representations of time and the figure of a
vulnerable child, Pozorski argues that these twenty-first-century American
bestsellers reflect a cultural trauma we have yet to confront: trauma that
grows out of both willful ignorance during the early parts of the Nazi
genocide and a failure adequately to help refugees upon the war’s end.
My own chapter, “Creating a Usable Past: Writing the Korean War
in Contemporary American Fiction,” asks why such different writers as
Philip Roth and Chang-rae Lee have produced fictional responses to the
Korean War in the past 10 years. Comparing the US-centrism of Roth’s
campus novel Indignation (2008) with Lee’s much lengthier, intergen-
erational Korea-based novel The Surrendered (2010), this essay explores
the diverse literary strategies used to render the war and its aftermath.
While Roth and Lee address the conflict by writing about it through a
specific ethnic and racial lens, they display a fundamental discomfort with
representing the war itself. Roth depicts it as an absent presence through
such techniques as prolepsis, analepsis, ellipsis, metonymy, and experimen-
tal narration. Lee’s novel also handles the Korean War with caution and
detachment, deploying the events of 1950–1953 as a framing device to
tell a larger, transnational, post-conflict tale of US imperialism, expatri-
ation, and the white American adoption of Korean children. I question
what kind of usable past these writers create through their Korean War
novels and to what extent they shed new light on the so-called forgotten
war.
In Chapter 10, “Paternity, History, and Misrepresentation in Viet
Thanh Nguyen’s The Sympathizer,” Shostak argues that a white, West-
ern father’s failure to recognize his “illegitimate,” “half-breed” son in
Nguyen’s satirical The Sympathizer (2015) allegorizes the untold Viet-
namese story of the Vietnam War in American fiction of the postwar
period. She explores the manner in which the unnamed, unreliable nar-
rator, son of a French missionary and a Vietnamese woman he raped,
uses his doubleness/duplicity to construct a riddle of sameness/otherness
within the discourse of his life story, allowing Nguyen to illuminate the
problem of representation at the core of the violence perpetrated against
the Vietnamese, deprived of authority over their identities and traumatic
histories. Shostak’s chapter traces Nguyen’s thick texture of allusion to
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American high and popular culture, within which the narrator rewrites
the novel of recent American history through irony and parody—in a
kind of displaced oedipal patricide—as revenge against and reparation for
misrepresentation and lack of recognition.
In considering works that re-imagine the long 1960s, Rebecca Martin
and Mark West use their chapters to assess the recent return to this period
by Susan Choi, Jennifer Egan, Christopher Sorrentino, and Dana Spiotta.
Martin’s chapter, “Queering the Lost Year: Transcription and the Lesbian
Continuum in Susan Choi’s American Woman,” analyzes Choi’s 2003
novel and its reimagining of Patricia Hearst’s (the fictional Pauline’s) “lost
year” from the perspective of Wendy Yoshimura (fictionalized as Jenny
Shimada). As the characters in Choi’s novel live in symbiotic isolation,
their images circulate widely in the public sphere. Drawing from Rich’s
essay “Compulsory Heterosexuality and the Lesbian Existence,” as well
as Jack/Judith Halberstam’s essay “Shadow Feminisms,” Martin exam-
ines the intense bond of survival that develops between Jenny and Pauline
within a fugitive space. She argues that, by foregrounding the difficulties
of attempting to connect to another person through mediated forms such
as letters, photographs, or even acts of violence captured on film, Choi
reveals the problematics of connecting through any language. In Ameri-
can Woman, the most potent relationship in the novel is the queer one
that exists beyond definitive borders or marked history.
West’s chapter, “The Contemporary Sixties Novel: Post-
postmodernism and Historiographic Metafiction,” charts the attempt by
recent American writers to reappraise and historicize the social, political,
and cultural upheavals of the 1960s, particularly the extended period
between John F. Kennedy’s assassination and the end of the Vietnam
War. Although this period has attracted writers from different genera-
tions, West’s essay focuses upon authors whose sensibility and attempts
at temporal experimentation might be described as “post-postmodern.”
Offering brief accounts of novels by Egan, Spiotta, and Sorrentino, West
considers their work in the context of recent scholarship on neo-historical
fiction, showing how their treatment of the period reveals their under-
standing of history and temporal experience and arguing that a return
to the 1960s becomes a way to reassess postmodernism and tentatively
mark out a “post-postmodern” aesthetics.
Turning to alternative historical and speculative fiction, Diletta De
Cristofaro and DeLisa D. Hawkes offer chapters that investigate recent
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received little scholarly notice to date, yet compel further reading and
interpretation. These are literary works that push US historical fiction in
new directions, both formally and thematically. Investigating periodiza-
tion, theoretical terms such as “post-postmodernism,” and notions of
genre, the scholars in this collection demonstrate the emerging canon
of contemporary historical fiction by an ethno-racially diverse array of
key American writers. As an original, groundbreaking, and wide-ranging
collection of essays, 21st Century US Historical Fiction offers a unique
contribution to this growing academic field through its particular combi-
nation of writers and texts and, as a collection, through its specifically US
focus.
Notes
1. See, for instance, Wallace (2005), Boccardi (2009), De Groot (2010),
Adiseshiah and Hildyard (2013), Mitchell and Parsons (2013), and Rous-
selot (2014). Cooper and Short (2012) also consider Australian and Cana-
dian writers, as does Hulan (2014), while Brantly (2017) provides a Euro-
pean focus.
2. These studies include Byerman (2005), Swirski (2009), Gauthier (2011),
Nunes (2011), and Savvas (2011). Only the works by Swirski and Sav-
vas contain any overlap with this collection since they offer chapters on
Philip Roth and E. L. Doctorow respectively. But the Roth and Doc-
torow novels considered by David Rampton in Swirski’s edited volume (see
Rampton 2009) and by Savvas (2011) in his monograph are earlier ones:
Roth’s American trilogy—American Pastoral (1997), I Married a Commu-
nist (1998), and The Human Stain (2000)—and Doctorow’s The Book of
Daniel (1971), Ragtime (1975), and The March (2005). De Groot (2010)
makes reference to several US historical novels, but his textual examples are
again quite distinct from the ones in this collection; Boulter 2011 discusses
Paul Auster, but no other US writers; and in Rousselot (2014), there is just
one essay on an American writer, Michael Chabon.
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Judie Newman
J. Newman (B)
Department of American and Canadian Studies, School of Cultures, Languages
and Area Studies, University of Nottingham, Nottingham, UK
e-mail: judith.newman@nottingham.ac.uk
the wagon wheel. The turkey buzzard flies a short distance. And he’s hid-
den in plain sight. The blacksmith is handling marriage these days. Don’t
forget the double wedding rings and the five points. And it ain’t the song,
it’s the singer of it. It’s got to be sung twice, y’know, the song. That’s
the song yet sung” (18). In his “Acknowledgments,” McBride mentions
Hidden in Plain View: A Secret History of Quilts and the Underground
Railroad (1999) by Jacqueline Tobin and Raymond G. Dobard as “re-
quired reading for anyone interested in how the Underground Railroad
functioned” (357). Tobin and Dobard’s book was enormously influential,
with its argument that slaves made quilts with secret messages in them,
in code. A quilt might be hung outside a “safe house” on the Under-
ground Railroad, for example, or used as some sort of signal. Quilts are
knotted and much was made of the symbolism of knotting (important
in some African symbolic systems). Five knots supposedly protected trav-
elers. Reference was made in the book to the important role of black-
smiths (often cultural leaders in African secret societies) and the noise of
their hammering (recalling African communication by drumming), which
whites might well ignore, along with most women’s day-to-day activities,
such as quilt airing. Particular patterns meant different things, the mon-
key wrench pattern suggesting the need to collect tools for escape, for
example. (The wrench is used by blacksmiths to turn the wagon wheel.)
The wagon wheel pattern referred to the escape, the Drunkard’s Path to
the need to travel in a zigzag way, by an indirect route, the Flying Geese
to the route North, the Log Cabin to a place of safety, and the double
rings referred to chains (or to bells ringing or the ringing of hammer on
anvil).
The authors buttressed their case by analogies with the use of songs to
carry messages undetected, as has been suggested in the case of spirituals
which may encompass messages of protest, solidarity, or even, potentially,
instruction. “Follow the Drinking Gourd,” for example, has been inter-
preted as communicating how to find the north by the stars, by locating
the big dipper. “Wade in the Water” has been connected to throwing
dogs off the scent, and “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot” seen as referring to
the Underground Railroad (Bordewich 2007). While musicologists dis-
agree about the dating and interpretation of particular songs, novelists
have dramatized the use of song in this fashion from Harriet Beecher
Stowe’s use of “Steal Away to Jesus” in Dred (1856) to the use of “Tell
me sister, tell me brother” in a slave revolt in Sherley Anne Williams’
Dessa Rose (1986). McBride dedicated Song Yet Sung to Moses Hogan,
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the African American composer known for his settings of spirituals. Him-
self a saxophonist and composer, McBride has described how he grew up
“playing many of these songs, that pointed the way to freedom” (Seltzer
2008). Dobard and Tobin also referred to Harriet Tubman—known as
the “Moses” of her people, leading them out of bondage on the Under-
ground Railroad—who often communicated by song (Larson 2004, 188).
Her “all clear” signal was “Hail, oh hail, ye happy spirits,” but fugitives
in hiding were cautioned to wait until the song had been sung twice
before it was safe to come out of hiding. If she sang “Moses, go down
in Egypt,” they had to stay hidden. Tubman, who came from the east-
ern shore, worked with a timber gang and as a result was well-acquainted
with the covert communication networks of Maryland watermen, slaves,
and free blacks (Larson 2004, 65).
The Quilt Code itself nonetheless remains an example of what Richard
M. Dorson (1950) has called fakelore, a synthetic product claimed as an
authentic oral tradition, often tailored for mass edification. There was an
explosion of interest in quilts and quiltmaking in the 1970s, influenced
by Afrocentrism and women’s studies. The first mention of a Quilt Code
appears in 1987 (Fellner 2006) and its popularity has been traced to
a children’s book, Deborah Hopkinson’s Sweet Clara and the Freedom
Quilt (1993). Clara, a slave, maps her plantation in various ingenious
ways and makes a quilt to help other slaves escape after her. There are no
arcane symbols, merely a representation of the plantation and surround-
ing landscape features, a hidden boat on the Ohio River and the North
Star at the top. In her second book, however, Under the Quilt of Night
(2002), Hopkinson introduces a quilt as marking a safe house, an idea also
employed by Courtni C. Wright in Journey to Freedom (1994), another
children’s book.
Tobin and Dobard got their “facts” from one informant, a woman
who sold quilts to tourists, telling them stories to increase sales (Fellner
2006). The historical evidence is unsubstantiated. Many of the patterns
mentioned as symbolic are anachronistic (dating from after the Civil War,
and as late as the 1930s). Although abolitionists did sell “North Star”
cradle quilts in anti-slavery bazaars to raise money for the fight against
slavery, and Harriet Tubman gave a quilt to a woman who helped her to
freedom, there are very few surviving slave quilts and no coded images
in them. No slave narratives, no slave letters, no WPA accounts of slavery
contain any references to a Quilt Code. The idea that slaves (mostly not
particularly well-clothed) would have the time and materials for making
2 FOLKLORE, FAKELORE, AND THE HISTORY OF THE DREAM … 21
their own quilts seems unconvincing. Quilts use two layers of fabric and a
great deal of thread. The Underground Railroad was cellular and the idea
of a code known by many people is similarly unlikely. Practically speaking,
quilts are fairly unworkable as code-carriers. How, from hiding, was an
escaped slave supposed to get close enough to a quilt to read its symbols?
Especially in darkness? Moreover, most slaves escaped from the border
states and hardly needed a complex code to help them. As McBride him-
self points out, freedom was less than eighty miles away from his setting
in Maryland: “in Annapolis on a clear day, a colored boy could climb a
tree and practically look out on Philadelphia” (McBride 2008, 104).
This is not to devalue the importance of oral history, especially for
African Americans. William Lynwood Montell famously reconstructed the
story of the no-longer-existent black community in South Kentucky from
oral sources (Montell 1970), and Gladys-Marie Fry demonstrated that
stories about “night doctors” were a clue to the ways in which slave own-
ers terrorized slaves to keep them on the plantation with tales of night rid-
ers who would sell their bodies to medical schools (Fry 1975). The exis-
tence of Jefferson’s slave children was dismissed and ignored despite the
oral history, until DNA proved their descent. (Dobard appeared on the
Oprah Winfrey show with Jefferson’s descendants.) But the Quilt Code is
not genuine. Its presence in the Central Park memorial would put Fred-
erick Douglass on the same mythical plane as Washington and the cherry
tree. Above all, it devalues the real hardship of slave escapes, the docu-
mented evidence of courage, resourcefulness and determination, and the
hunger, fear, illness, betrayal, and bad weather on the road to freedom.
The code is nonetheless very appealing to contemporary audiences, as
are stories of the Underground Railroad. As James Horton argues, the
Underground Railroad offers a real Hollywood story: “everyone gets to
be a hero” (quoted in Brackman 2006, 8). Whites are helpful; blacks have
agency and triumph in the end. The code puts a premium on intellectual
prowess, rather than physical endurance, minds not bodies, conveying a
sense of clever blacks with their own symbolic systems, getting the better
of dumb whites who cannot see what is right in front of their own eyes. It
corrects the whole notion of “stupid” slaves and shows that they are bet-
ter readers of signs than whites. Even better, it involves a cozy sentimental
artifact and a puzzle element. It is eminently suitable for children (and for
classroom activities) and represents a continuity of family heritage, a link
back to the slave past. As Fergus M. Bordewich, an expert on the Under-
ground Railroad, commented when reviewing the novel, “myths deliver
22 J. NEWMAN
of white pioneer whose toughness and grit made the most grizzled West-
ern cowboys seem like choirboys by comparison” (McBride 2008, 22).
Denwood Long, the slave catcher, went west when his son died and has
knocked men through tavern windows from Kansas to Canada, tearing
up saloons across the Nebraska territory, and learning in the West “the
ways of the Devil” (34). In the upshot he finds the fabled West a hol-
low experience, realizes that he is “running in the same direction as the
emptiness” (31) and returns to Maryland, coming out of retirement only
for a hefty fee. Woolman lives out past the old Indian Burial Ground,
whose wall was built according to Amber by “the red man” (311) to
keep bad spirits out. The action culminates in this emblematic location
in a knife fight and shoot-out. Woolman, so-named for his long woolly
hair, is described as like a tree but also “as if he were magic and his feet
did not touch the earth” (47). His humanity is barely recognized. He is
likened to wild nature—he runs barefoot through the swamps as if his feet
were webbed or winged. Wiley describes him as tall, muscular, dark, wild-
looking, “more like an Indian than a Negro” (173). His son is described
as a “savage” (259). When the latter is held in the Town Gaol (and sale
into slavery is threatened), Woolman abducts a white child to exchange
for him, drawing on the plot of the captivity narrative as popularized in
classic films such as John Ford’s The Searchers (1956). He ambushes the
boy Apache-style, concealed beneath greenery in a hole in the ground.
Unlike earlier noble savages of this type, such as Stowe’s prophetic, Bible-
spouting Dred, Woolman is not at all articulate and looks like “sculptured
evil” (260), an ogre from an all-American horror story. Patty Cannon,
“a rough rider” (186), and her gang animate a plot replete with fast
horses, knifings, shootings, ambushes, drinks in the Tin Teacup saloon,
and a range of weaponry from Colt Patersons to a Winchester. The action
culminates in a three-cornered gunfight, in which Woolman fells Patty’s
henchman Joe with a hatchet, tomahawk style, and wrestles Denwood
in a knife fight, close to the wall of the Indian burial ground. In the
fight, Denwood remembers wrestling men to the ground in Fort Laramie,
Wyoming and in Indiana, screaming “c’mon, you pimping, pioneering
frauds, I can take you all” (336). This time, as the two men grapple “like
savages” (337), he realizes he will not win so easily. The cowboy is being
beaten by the “Indian,” or perhaps the white Western hero is meeting
his match in the black Marylander. Denwood is only saved by a woman
when Liz shoots the injured Woolman, sending him to freedom. When
Patty Cannon appears and is about to kill everybody left standing in order
28 J. NEWMAN
to wipe out the witnesses to her crimes, it is Kathleen Sullivan (in the
Grace Kelly role from Fred Zinneman’s High Noon [1952]) who raises
her Winchester and shoots Patty dead. It will not have escaped the reader
that three women are the mainspring of the action here, and intervene
decisively, with deadly results, while the Western males are all losing their
footing. White Western prowess and the American myth of the frontier are
being demythologized with a vengeance. Both Western and slave-captivity
narratives culminate in a denouement in which Kathleen buys freedom for
Amber, and for Woolman’s child; and a white Maryland waterman’s wife
sets the black child free, to become the progenitor of Martin Luther King.
In the novel, the use of rival mythologies underlines the vexed nature
of truth. Like the No Name Woman, Liz is wary of truth claims. What
she believes in is the power of dreams: “that’s the one thing the white
man can’t take, you know, your dreams” (157). Dreams are linked to
freedom. It is in a dream that Liz learns how to twist branches in order
to force open the muskrat trap which has immobilized Woolman’s son.
In captivity, she wakes to find that in her dreams she has bitten around
the timber of the floor which was holding a small spike and uses it as a
weapon to get herself free. Throughout the novel, Liz also has dreams of
the future, culminating in a vision of Martin Luther King making his “I
have a dream” speech from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in Wash-
ington on August 28, 1963. The novel begins with the Woman with No
Name singing “Way Down Yonder in the Graveyard Walk,” which Liz
later recalls. The Woman did not know all the words but Liz hears them
in the dream, spoken by King: “he reached into the past and shouted a
song from our own time. A song not yet sung. I heard this preacher say
them. And when he did, them words changed the whole world somehow
…He said, Free at last – Thank God Almighty, I’m free at last” (281). The
line “Free at last – Thank God Almighty, I’m free at last” is the chorus to
the spiritual and is repeated after every line and at the end. The implica-
tion is that the song has finally been sung twice, that freedom is therefore
in sight. As the Woman said, it is not the song which is significant, but
the singer, Martin Luther King. Clarence, her interlocutor, strikes a warn-
ing note, however. If the preacher was “hollering about being free …well
then he wasn’t free, now was he?. …What time of tomorrow was you
dreaming about?” (282), he asks. Liz replies, “I said I would tell you of
tomorrow. I didn’t say tomorrow wasn’t gonna hurt” (282).
2 FOLKLORE, FAKELORE, AND THE HISTORY OF THE DREAM … 29
savagely, and promising to kill, maim and destroy” (248). Voicing the
words of a song by Petey Pablo, a hip-hop artist who had served a prison
term for armed robbery, he shouts “who am I? He seemed not to know”
(248). Through him Liz looks back through “generations and genera-
tions of who he was, and where he’d come from” (248). It is a vision of
the destruction of the dream of freedom by the violent legacy of slavery.
History will always be disputed. As the Dreamer says, “only tomor-
row is truly truthful” (304). The novel ends with the song “All God’s
Children Got Wings,” a claim for absolute justice in heaven, but in the
political and social sphere, the action ends on an image of unfulfillment
and a promise deferred. At the end Liz is carried to her final resting place
to die, as Amber and Woolman’s son set off for freedom, paid for by Kath-
leen who has provided written documents to ensure their safety. Amber
believes that the boy (unnamed) has a special gift, “some kind of abil-
ity to dream” (352). Kathleen is skeptical but concedes that “even to her
doubting ears, the story sounded wonderful, and even if it was just a fable,
you had to give the girl Liz – the Dreamer the colored called her – credit
for dreaming it up” (353).
“History has its own life,” as McBride emphasized in his account of
James Brown (2016, 20), which frankly delineates the myths and false sto-
ries which surrounded Brown, many set in motion by Brown himself and
well-nigh impossible to dispel. In his most recent volume, the short story
collection Five-Carat Soul (2017), McBride counters the dominance of
white history by dreaming up some history of his own. In “The Fish
Man Angel,” Abraham Lincoln draws his inspiration for the Emancipation
Proclamation from a fictional overheard conversation between two black
stable workers. In “The Christmas Dance,” the narrator, writing a thesis
about the 92nd Infantry, interviews black and Puerto Rican veterans of
the Battle of Sommocolonia, fought on Christmas Day 1944. Although
53 of the American soldiers present were killed, the battle is described as a
skirmish in the official record. The white officers, who resented leading a
black regiment, and whose incompetence killed most of their men, wrote
the reports which then became history. The veterans tell a different (and
true) story, that of the heroic death of a comrade who ordered them to
fire on his own position to prevent it being overrun by the enemy. His
original, John Fox, received his Distinguished Service Cross many years
later, after pressure from black veterans’ associations. The title of the lead
story of the collection, “The Under Graham Railroad Box Set,” refers
to a unique antique toy, a steam locomotive equipped with a tiny burner
2 FOLKLORE, FAKELORE, AND THE HISTORY OF THE DREAM … 31
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CHAPTER 3
Michael Docherty
In this essay, I examine how Colson Whitehead’s 2016 novel The Under-
ground Railroad simultaneously engages with and subverts conventions
associated with “historical fiction.” I further suggest that the novel’s
status as a publishing phenomenon, achieving a rare combination of
immense commercial success and literary critical acclaim, owes much to
that ambivalent negotiation of its own relationship with genre. In doing
so, I articulate the complex relationship between the novel’s remarkable
way of exploring history and its own history as a consumed object.
M. Docherty (B)
School of English, University of Kent, Canterbury, UK
e-mail: m.j.docherty@kent.ac.uk
those states. Rather, they serve as what both Whitehead and one of his
characters refer to as “states of possibility” in African American history
(Whitehead 2016, 68; Kirch 2016). Whitehead draws episodes and ideas
from America’s tortuous racial history and renders them as conceptual
geographies. This narrative strategy, which Whitehead has also described
as a series of “takes” on America, embodies (and often blends) a range
of historically extant racial ideologies and political strategies as physical
spaces through which his characters travel (Gross 2016).
His North Carolina, for example, is a brutally punitive regime that
has outlawed black people entirely: “the negro race did not exist except
at the ends of ropes” (Whitehead 2016, 156). By Whitehead’s own
explanation, this state can thus evoke the specters of both Jim Crow-era
lynch mobs and Oregon’s foundation as a white separatist state (Gross
2016). In the novel’s narrative progression, it appears in marked con-
trast to the previous stop on Cora’s journey, South Carolina, where all
slaves are owned, cared for, given employment, and educated by the
government, in a system which initially appears quasi-benevolent, even
progressive, but is ultimately revealed as a sinister project of eugenicist
experimentation. Speaking to Terry Gross on the NPR program Fresh
Air, Whitehead described the historical inspirations behind the “state of
possibility” embodied in his South Carolina:
In general, you know, the technology, culture and speech is from the year
1850. That was my sort of mental cutoff for technology and slang. But it
[the liberty with the historical record granted by conceiving of the book’s
settings as “states of possibility”] allowed me to bring in things that didn’t
happen in 1850—skyscrapers, aspects of the eugenics movement, forced
sterilization and the Tuskegee syphilis experiment. (Gross 2016)
The work Whitehead does here, then, sounds like anything but “con-
ventional” historical fiction—a slippery categorization that must necessar-
ily incorporate a variety of writerly approaches but which might in the
broadest terms demand a certain historical faithfulness of setting or at
least the consistent, plausible illusion thereof, an imbrication of the fictive
plot within the veracities of documentary record. If, as Ladislav Nagy
argues, historical fiction has “always drawn some of its appeal …from
the blurred divide between fact and imagination,” the genre in its con-
ventional forms is nonetheless perhaps definable by what Barbara Foley
describes as the process by which “empirical data …reinforce the text’s
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Birmingham paper—very imperfectly, I am sure, exemplifying the
lustre produced by ecclesiastical labour in polishing what, perhaps, I
shall again be held disrespectful, in likening to the Pewter, instead of
the Grease, and Candlestick instead of Candle, of sacredly
inflammable Religious Society.
“Not many years ago one might throw almost any calumny against
the Church or her clergy without fear of contradiction or exposure.
Happily, for the cause of truth and justice, those days are gone—
unhappily, however, for the unfortunate individuals born too late for
the safe indulgence of their spleen. Amongst these, we fear, must be
reckoned Mr. Ruskin, the Oxford Professor of Fine Art. He issues
monthly [178]a pamphlet, entitled ‘Fors Clavigera,’ being ostensibly
‘Letters to the Workmen and Labourers of Great Britain,’ but the
contents of which do not appear likely to edify that class, even if the
price (tenpence) were not prohibitory. In the forty-ninth of these
letters a furious and wholly unjustifiable attack is made upon the
Church. No abuse is deemed too unjust or too coarse to bestow
upon the clergy, and they are assailed in a tone of vituperation
worthy of the last century. The Professor says that, 3 ‘in general, any
man’s becoming a clergyman in these days implies that, at best, his
sentiment has overpowered his intellect, and that, whatever the
feebleness of the latter, the victory of his impertinent piety has been
probably owing to its alliance with his conceit, and its promise to him
of the gratification of being regarded as an oracle, without the trouble
of becoming wise, or the grief of being so.’ Much more there is in the
same insolent strain, as if the Professor’s head had been turned by
the height of critical infallibility to which he has elevated himself, and
from which he looks down with self-complacent scorn and arrogance
upon all fallible humanity, clerical or lay. He concludes by appending
‘a specimen of the conduct of the Saints to whom our English
clergymen have delivered the Faith.’ This specimen is afforded,
according to Mr. Ruskin, in two cases of revolting and almost
incredible barbarism, tried recently at Liverpool Assizes, in one of
which an unoffending man was kicked to death by a gang of street
ruffians, in the presence of an admiring crowd; and in the other case,
a drunken female tramp, drenched with the rain, was taken into a
field and outraged by half-a-dozen youths, after which they left her,
and [179]she was found there next day dead. We need not enter into
the details of these cases, which were given fully enough at the time;
suffice it to say that in the records of no age or nation will any tales
be found surpassing these two in savagery of mind and body, and in
foulness of heart and soul. And what is Mr. Ruskin’s reason for
resuscitating the memory of these horrors? What is the explanation
that he has to give of them? What is the judgment that he has to
pass upon them? Let our readers behold it for themselves in his own
words:—‘The clergy may vainly exclaim against being made
responsible for this state of things. They, and chiefly their Bishops,
are wholly responsible for it; nay, are efficiently the causes of it,
preaching a false gospel for hire.’ These words have the one merit of
being perfectly plain. Mr. Ruskin does not insinuate his vile charge
by any indirect hints or roundabout verbiage, but expresses his
infamous meaning as unambiguously as possible. The clergy, he
says, are ‘wholly responsible’ for the murders and rapes which
horrify us, which, indeed, they ‘efficiently cause’; and the chiefs of
these incarnate fiends are the Bishops.
Action, observe, I say here; in thought I was too independent, as I said above. ↑
1
At least, I think the terms of my letter might have been easily construed into
2
such recommendation; I fear they were not as clear as they might have
been. ↑
I permit the waste of type, and, it may well be, of my reader’s patience, involved
3
in reprinting (instead of merely referring to) the quoted passages and letter, lest
it should be thought that I wished to evade the points, or, by interruption, deaden
the eloquence, of the Birmingham article. ↑
Birmingham accepts, with the child-like confidence due by one able Editor to
4
another, the report of Brighton. But all Mr. Hansard’s friends are furious with me
for “spreading it;” and I beg at once, on their authority, to contradict it in all
essential particulars; and to apologize to Mr. Hansard for ever having suspected
him of such things. ↑
[Contents]
FORS CLAVIGERA.
LETTER LV.
No more letters, at present, reaching me, from clergymen, I use the breathing-
time permitted me, to express more clearly the meaning of my charge,—left in
its brevity obscure,—that, as a body, they “teach a false gospel for hire.”
It is obscure, because associating two charges quite distinct. The first, that,
whether for hire or not, they preach a false gospel. The second, that, whether
they preach truth or falsehood, they preach as hirelings.
In the second place, while it is unquestionably true that many clergymen are
doing what Mr. Headlam complacently points out their ability to do,—sacrificing,
to wit, themselves, their souls, and bodies, (not that I clearly understand what a
clergyman means by sacrificing his soul,) without any thought of temporal
reward; this preaching of Christ has, nevertheless, become an acknowledged
Profession, and means of livelihood for gentlemen: and the Simony of to-day
differs only from that of apostolic times, in that, while the elder Simon thought
the gift of the Holy Ghost worth a considerable offer in ready money, the
modern Simon would on the whole refuse to accept the same gift of the Third
Person of the Trinity, without a nice little attached income, a pretty church, with
a steeple restored by Mr. Scott, and an eligible neighbourhood.
These are the two main branches of the charge I meant to gather into my short
sentence; and to these I now further add, that in defence of this Profession,
with its pride, privilege, and more or less roseate repose of domestic felicity,
extremely beautiful and enviable in country parishes, the clergy, as a body,
[185]have, with what energy and power was in them, repelled the advance both
of science and scholarship, so far as either interfered with what they had been
accustomed to teach; and connived at every abuse in public and private
conduct, with which they felt it would be considered uncivil, and feared it might
ultimately prove unsafe, to interfere.
And that, therefore, seeing that they were put in charge to preach the Gospel of
Christ, and have preached a false gospel instead of it; and seeing that they
were put in charge to enforce the Law of Christ, and have permitted license
instead of it, they are answerable, as no other men are answerable, for the
existing “state of things” in this British nation,—a state now recorded in its
courts of justice as productive of crimes respecting which the Birmingham
Defender of the Faith himself declares that “in the records of no age or nation
will any tales be found surpassing these in savagery of mind and body, and in
foulness of heart and soul.”
Which story, seeing that it has both been too long interrupted, and that its entire
lesson bears on what I have to say respecting the ministrations of Felix Neff, I
will interrupt my too garrulous personal reminiscences by concluding, in this
letter, from that of March, 1874.
“The old cart went again as well as ever; and ‘he could never have believed,’
said Hansli, ‘that a cart could have taken itself up so, and become so extremely
changed for the better. That might be an example to many living creatures.’
More than one young girl, however, in her own secret heart reproached Hansli
for his choice—saying to herself that she would have done for him quite as
well. ‘If she had thought he had been in such a hurry, she could have gone well
enough, too, to put herself on his road, and prevented him from looking at that
rubbishy rag of a girl. She never could have thought Hansli was such a goose,
—he, who might easily have married quite differently, if he had had the sense
to choose. As sure as the carnival was coming, he would repent before he got
to it. All the worse for [188]him—it’s his own fault: as one makes one’s bed, one
lies in it.’
But Hansli had not been a goose at all, and never found anything to repent of.
He had a little wife who was just the very thing he wanted,—a little, modest,
busy wife, who made him as happy as if he had married Heaven itself in
person.
It is true that she didn’t long help Hansli to pull the cart: he soon found himself
obliged to go in the shafts alone again; but, aussi, once he saw he had a
mustard, 1 he consoled himself. ‘What a fellow!’ said he, examining him. ‘In a
wink, he’ll be big enough to help me himself.’ And, thereupon, away he went
with his cart, all alone, without finding any difference.
It is true that in a very little while his wife wanted to come again to help him. ‘If
only we make a little haste to get back,’ said she, ‘the little one can wait well
enough—besides that the grandmother can give him something to drink while
we are away.’ But the mustard himself was not of their mind, and soon made
them walk in his own fashion. They made all the haste they could to get home
—but before they were within half a league of their door, the wife cried out,
‘Mercy! what’s that?’ ‘That’ was a shrill crying like a little pig’s when it is being
killed. ‘Mercy on us, what is it,—what’s the matter!’ cried she; and [189]left the
cart, and ran off at full speed: and there, sure enough, was the grandmother,
whom the little thing’s cries had put into a dreadful fright lest it should have
convulsions, and who could think of nothing better than to bring it to meet
mamma. The heavy boy, the fright, and the run, had put the old woman so out
of breath that it was really high time for somebody to take the child. She was
almost beside herself; and it was ever so long before she could say, ‘No—I
won’t have him alone any more: in my life I never saw such a little wretch: I had
rather come and draw the cart.’
These worthy people thus learned what it is to have a tyrant in one’s house,
little one though he be. But all that didn’t interrupt their household ways. The
little wife found plenty to do staying at home; gardening, and helping to make
the brooms. Without ever hurrying anything, she worked without ceasing, and
was never tired,—so easily things ran under her hand. Hansli was all surprise
to find he got along so well with a wife; and to find his purse growing fatter so
fast. He leased a little field; and the grandmother saw a goat in it; presently
two. He would not hear of a donkey, but arranged with the miller, when he went
to the town, to carry some of his brooms for him; which, it is true, skimmed off a
little of the profit, and that vexed Hansli, who could not bear the smallest
kreutzer to escape him. But [190]his life soon became quite simple and
continuous. The days followed each other like the waves of a river, without
much difference between one and another. Every year grew new twigs to make
brooms with. Every year, also, without putting herself much about, his wife
gave him a new baby. She brought it, and planted it there. Every day it cried a
little,—every day it grew a little; and, in a turn of the hand, it was of use for
something. The grandmother said that, old as she was, she had never seen
anything like it. It was, for all the world, she said, like the little cats, which at six
weeks old, catch mice. And all these children were really like so many
blessings—the more there came, the more money one made. Very soon—only
think of it—the grandmother saw a cow arrive. If she had not with her own eyes
seen Hansli pay for it, it would have been almost impossible to make her
believe that he had not stolen it. If the poor old woman had lived two years
more, 2 she would even have seen Hansli become himself the owner of the little
cottage in which she had lived so long, with forest right which gave him more
wood than he wanted; and ground enough to [191]keep a cow and two sheep,
which are convenient things enough, when one has children who wear worsted
stockings.
(Upon all that, 3 Hansli certainly owed a good deal, but it was well-placed
money, and no one would ask him for it, as long as he paid the interest to the
day; for the rest, ‘if God lent him life, these debts did not trouble him,’ said he.)
He might then learn that the first kreutzers are the most difficult to save.
There’s always a hole they are running out at, or a mouth to swallow them. But
when once one has got to the point of having no more debts, and is completely
set on one’s legs, then things begin to go!—the very ground seems to grow
under your feet,—everything profits more and more,—the rivulet becomes a
river, and the gains become always easier and larger: on one condition,
nevertheless, that one shall change nothing in one’s way of life. For it is just
then that new needs spring out of the ground like mushrooms on a dunghill, if
not for the husband, at least for the wife,—if not for the parents, at least for the
children. A thousand things seem to become necessary of which we had never
thought; and we are ashamed of ever so many others, which till then had not
given us the smallest concern; and we exaggerate the value of what we have,
because once we had [192]nothing; and our own value, because we attribute
our success to ourselves,—and,—one changes one’s way of life, and expenses
increase, and labour lessens, and the haughty spirit goes before the fall.
It was not so with Hansli. He continued to live and work just the same; and
hardly ever spent anything at the inn; aussi, he rejoiced all the more to find
something hot ready for him when he came home; and did honour to it. Nothing
was changed in him, unless that his strength for work became always greater,
little by little; and his wife had the difficult art of making the children serve
themselves, each, according to its age,—not with many words neither; and she
herself scarcely knew how.
A pedagogue would never have been able to get the least explanation of it from
her. Those children took care of each other, helped their father to make his
brooms, and their mother in her work about the house; none of them had the
least idea of the pleasures of doing nothing, nor of dreaming or lounging about;
and yet not one was overworked, or neglected. They shot up like willows by a
brookside, full of vigour and gaiety. The parents had no time for idling with
them, but the children none the less knew their love, and saw how pleased they
were when their little ones did their work well. Their parents prayed with them:
on Sundays the father read them a chapter which he explained afterwards as
well [193]as he could, and on account of that also the children were full of
respect for him, considering him as the father of the family who talks with God
Himself (and who will tell Him when children disobey 4). The degree of respect
felt by children for their parents depends always on the manner in which the
parents bear themselves to God. Why do not all parents reflect more on this? 5
Nor was our Hansli held in small esteem by other people, any more than by his
children. He was so decided and so sure; words full of good sense were plenty
with him; honourable in everything, he never set himself up for rich, nor
complained of being poor; so that many a pretty lady would come expressly
into the kitchen, when she heard that the broom-merchant was there, to inform
herself how things went in the country, and how such and such a matter was
turning out. Nay, in many of the houses he was trusted to lay in their winter
provisions, a business which brought him many a bright bätz. The Syndic’s wife
at Thun, herself, often had a chat with him; it had become, so to speak, really a
pressing need with her to see him at Thun every Saturday; and when she was
talking to him, it had happened, not once nor twice, that M. the Syndic
[194]himself had been obliged to wait for an answer to something he had asked
his wife. After all, a Syndic’s wife may surely give herself leave to talk a little
according to her own fancy, once a week.
One fine day, however, it was the Saturday at Thun, and there was not in all the
town a shadow of the broom-merchant. Thence, aussi, great emotion, and
grave faces. More than one maid was on the doorsteps, with her arms akimbo,
leaving quietly upstairs in the kitchen the soup and the meat to agree with each
other as best they might.
‘You haven’t seen him then?—have you heard nothing of him?’—asked they,
one of the other. More than one lady ran into her kitchen, prepared to dress 6
her servant well, from head to foot, because she hadn’t been told when the
broom-merchant was there. But she found no servant there, and only the broth
boiling over. Madame the Syndic herself got disturbed; and interrogated, first
her husband, and then the gendarme. And as they knew nothing, neither the
one nor the other, down she went into the low town herself, in person, to inquire
after her broom-merchant. She was quite out of brooms—and the year’s
house-cleaning was to be done next week—and now no broom-merchant—je
vous demande! 7 And truly [195]enough, no broom-merchant appeared; and
during all the week there was a feeling of want in the town, and an enormous
disquietude the next Saturday. Will he come? Won’t he come? He came, in
effect; and if he had tried to answer all the questions put to him, would not have
got away again till the next week. He contented himself with saying to
everybody that ‘he had been obliged to go to the funeral.’
‘Whose funeral?’ asked Madame the Syndic, from whom he could not escape
so easily.
‘Who was she? and when did they bury her?’ Madame continued to ask.
The broom-merchant answered briefly, but frankly: aussi Madame the Syndic
cried out all at once,
‘Mercy on us!—are you the brother of that servant-girl there’s been such a
noise about, who turned out at her master’s death to have been his wife,—and
had all his fortune left to her, and died herself soon afterwards?’
‘Why not?’ said Hansli; ‘I haven’t got that money, yet; and I’m not going to let
go my sparrow in the hand for a pigeon on the tiles.’
‘Ah, bah—you and your brooms!’ cried Madame the Syndic; ‘come in, will you?
—I want to see how wide Monsieur will open his eyes!’
‘But, Madame, I am a little hurried to-day; it’s a long way home from here, and
the days are short.’
‘Long or short, come in, always,’ said Madame imperatively,—and Hansli had
nothing for it but to obey.
She did not take him into the kitchen, but into the dining-room; sent her maid to
tell Monsieur that Hansli was there,—ordered up a bottle of wine,—and forced
Hansli to sit down, in spite of his continued protesting that he had no time, and
that the days were short. But in a wink the Monsieur was there, sat down at the
table also, and drank to Hansli’s health and happiness; requiring him at the
same time to explain how that had all happened. [197]
‘Ah, well, I’ll tell you in two words,—it is not long. As soon as she had been
confirmed, my sister went into the world to look for work. She got on from place
to place, and was much valued, it seems. As for us at home, she occupied
herself little about us: only came to see us twice, in all the time; and, since my
mother died, not at all. I have met her at Berne, it is true; but she never asked
me to come and see where she lived,—only bid me salute the wife and
children, and said she would soon come, but she never did. It is true she was
not long at Berne, but was much out at service in the neighbouring chateaux,
and in French Switzerland, from what I hear. She had busy blood, and a
fanciful head, which never could stay long in the same place: but, with that,
well-conducted and proof-faithful; 9 and one might trust her fearlessly with
anything. At last there came a report that she had married a rich old gentleman,
who did that to punish his relations, with whom he was very angry; but I didn’t
much believe it, nor much think about it. And then, all of a sudden, I got word
that I must go directly to my sister if I wanted to see her alive, and that she
lived in the country by Morat. So I set out, and got there in time to see her die;
but was not able to say much to her. As soon as she was buried, I came back
as fast as I could. I was in a hurry to get home, for since I first set [198]up house
I had never lost so much time about the world.’
‘What’s that?—lost so much time, indeed!’ cried Madame the Syndic. ‘Ah,
nonsense;—with your fifty thousand crowns, are you going to keep carrying
brooms about the country?’
‘But very certainly, Madame the Syndic,’ said Hansli, ‘I only half trust the thing;
it seems to me impossible I should have so much. After all, they say it can’t fail;
but be it as it will, I shall go on living my own life: so that if there comes any
hitch in the business, people shan’t be able to say of me, “Ah, he thought
himself already a gentleman, did he? Now he’s glad to go back to his cart!” But
if the money really comes to me, I shall leave my brooms, though not without
regret; but it would all the same, then, make the world talk and laugh if I went
on; and I will not have that.’
‘But that fortune is in safe hands,—it runs no danger?’ asked M. the Syndic.
‘I think so,’ said Hansli. ‘I promised some money to the man, if the heritage
really came to me; then he got angry, and said, “If it’s yours, you’ll have it; and
if it isn’t, money won’t get it: for the expenses and taxes, you’ll have the
account in proper time and place.” Then I saw the thing was well placed; and I
can wait well enough, till the time’s up.’
‘You had better not,’ said Hansli, ‘at least until you have found somebody able
to put you into it again.’
This sangfroid, and his carrying on his business, reconciled many people to
Hansli; who were not the less very envious of him: some indeed thought him a
fool, and wanted to buy the succession of him, declaring he would get nothing
out of it but lawsuits.
‘What would you have?’ said Hansli. ‘In this world, one is sure of nothing. It will
be time to think of it if the affair gets into a mess.’
But the affair got into nothing of the sort. Legal time expired, he got invitation to
Berne, when all difficulties were cleared away.
When his wife saw him come back so rich, she began, first, to cry; and then, to
scream.
So that Hansli had to ask her, again and again, what was the matter with her,
and whether anything had gone wrong.
‘Ah, now,’ said his wife, at last,—(for she cried so seldom, that she had all the
more trouble to stop, when once she began),—‘Ah, now, you will despise me,
because you are so rich, and think that you would like to have another sort of
wife than me. I’ve done [200]what I could, to this day; but now I’m nothing but an
old rag. 10 If only I was already six feet under ground!’
‘Wife, listen. Here are now nearly thirty years that we have kept house; and
thou knowest, what one would have, the other would have, too. I’ve never once
beaten thee, and the bad words we may have said to each other would be
easily counted. Well, wife, I tell thee, do not begin to be ill-tempered now, or do
anything else than you have always done. Everything must remain between us
as in the past. This inheritance does not come from me; nor from thee: but from
the good God, for us two, and for our children. And now, I advise thee, and hold
it for as sure a thing as if it were written in the Bible, if you speak again of this
to me but once, be it with crying, or without, I will give thee a beating with a
new rope, such as that they may hear thee cry from here to the Lake of
Constance. Behold what is said: now do as thou wilt.’
It was resolute speaking; much more resolute than the diplomatic notes
between Prussia and Austria. The wife knew where she was, and did not
recommence her song. Things remained between them as they had been.
Before abandoning his brooms, Hansli [201]gave a turn of his hand to them, and
made a present of a dozen to all his customers, carrying them to each in his
own person. He has repeated many a time since, and nearly always with tears
in his eyes, that it was a day he could never forget, and that he never would
have believed people loved him so.
Farming his own land, he kept his activity and simplicity, prayed and worked as
he had always done, but he knew the difference between a farmer and a
broom-seller, and did honour to his new position as he had to his old one. He
knew well, already, what was befitting in a farmer’s house, and did now for
others as he had been thankful to have had done for himself.
The good God spared both of them to see their sons-in-law happy in their
wives, and their daughters-in-law full of respect and tenderness for their
husbands; and were they yet alive this day, they would see what deep roots
their family had struck in their native land, because it has remained faithful to
the vital germs of domestic life; the love of work; and religion: foundation that
cannot be overthrown, unmoved by mocking chance, or wavering winds.”
I have no time, this month, to debate any of the debateable matters in this
story, though I have translated it that we may together think of them as
occasion serves. In the meantime, note that the heads of question are these:—
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II. If there be any difference, and you think the gentle hearts have in anywise
the better,—how far do you think this separation between gentle and simple
inevitable? Suppose Sir Philip, for instance—among his many
accomplishments—had been also taught the art of making brooms,—(as
indeed I doubt not but his sister knew how to use them,)—and time had thus
been left to the broom-makers of his day for the fashioning of sonnets? or the
reading of more literature than a ‘chapitre’ on the Sunday afternoons? Might
such—not ‘division’ but ‘collation’—of labour have bettered both their lives?
III. Or shall we rather be content with the apparent law of nature that there shall
be divine Astrophels in the intellectual heaven, and peaceful earthly glowworms
on the banks below; or even—on the Evangelical theory of human nature—
worms without any glow? And shall [203]we be content to see our broom-
makers’ children, at the best, growing up as willows by the brook—or in the
simplest and innumerablest crowd, as rushes in a marsh;—so long as they
have wholesome pith and sufficing strength to be securely sat upon in rush-
bottomed chairs; while their masters’ and lords’ children grow as roses on the
mount of Sharon, and untoiling lilies in the vales of Lebanon?
IV. And even if we admit that the lives at Penshurst, and by the woods of Muri,
though thus to be kept separate, are yet, each in their manner, good, how far is
the good of either of them dependent merely, as our reverend Novelist tells us,
on “work” (with lance or willow wand) and “religion,” or how far on the particular
circumstances and landscape of Kent and Canton Berne,—while, in other parts
of England and Switzerland, less favourably conditioned, the ministration of Mr.
Septimus Hansard and Mr. Felix Neff will be always required, for the mitigation
of the deeper human misery,—meditation on which is to make our sweet
English ladies comfortable in nursing their cats?
Leaving the first two of these questions to the reader’s thoughts, I will answer
the last two for him;—The extremities of human degradation are not owing to
natural causes; but to the habitual preying upon the labour of the poor by the
luxury of the rich; and they are only encouraged and increased by the local
efforts of religious charity. The clergy can neither [204]absolve the rich from their
sins, for money—nor release them from their duties, for love. Their business is
not to soothe, by their saintly and distant example, the soft moments of cat-
nursing; but sternly to forbid cat-nursing, till no child is left unnursed. And if this
true discipline of the Church were carried out, and the larger body of less
saintly clerical gentlemen, and Infelix Neffs, who now dine with the rich and
preach to the poor, were accustomed, on the contrary, to dine with the poor and
preach to the rich; though still the various passions and powers of the several
orders would remain where the providence of Heaven placed them—and the
useful reed and useless rose would still bind the wintry waters with their border,
and brighten the May sunshine with their bloom,—for each, their happy being
would be fulfilled in peace in the garden of the world; and the glow, if not of
immortal, at least of sacredly bequeathed, life, and endlessly cherished
memory, abide even within its chambers of the tomb.