Monday, November 26, 2007
Baraka & Theatre of Cruelty
Theatre of Cruelty is a concept in Antonin Artaud's book Theatre and its Double. “Without an element of cruelty at the root of every spectacle, the theater is not possible. In our present state of degeneration it is through the skin that metaphysics must be made to re-enter our minds” (Artaud, Theatre and its Double). By cruelty, he meant not sadism or causing pain, but rather a violent, physical determination to shatter the false reality which, he said, lies like a shroud over our perceptions. To put it another way, it's not cruelty in the sense of being violent, but the cruelty it takes for the actor to completely strip away their masks and the cruelty of showing an audience a truth that they don't want to see. He believed that text had been a tyrant over meaning, and advocated, instead, for a theatre made up of a unique language halfway-between thought and gesture. Antonin Artaud described the spiritual in physical terms, and believed that all expression is physical expression in space.
You might notice above some concepts central to our discussion of the primitive/modern: "our present state of degeneration," the merging of the material/spiritual, also the "shattering of false reality" that literature can often abet.
In Dutchman, pay special attention to signs of these concerns--specifically, the notion of a language that is between thought and gesture--a new kind of realism that is designed to shock audiences in a primal, Neitzschean way.
Of course, others have stated: "the Theatre of Cruelty has often been called an impossible theatre--vital for the purity of inspiration which it generated, but hopelessly vague and metaphorical in its concrete detail." Is there a vagueness in detail or "message" in Dutchman, or does Baraka update his work to make it politically relevant?
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Incest, Family, Politics (A Review)
Finally, what kind of political commentary might be implicit in the description of the peoples of Cliff City? In the description of the city as a place of "design"?
Monday, November 12, 2007
The Professor's House
A close reader might also discover an incredible interest in colors throughout the text: Ch. 1 tells us about St. Peter's view, "From the window he could see, far away, just on the horizon, a long, blue, hazy smear--Lake Michigan, the inland sea of his childhood." There are many such--aesthetic?--appreciations throughout the text, and many such dwellings upon "observation": it's worth asking what role they have in the text.... Are they part of a larger dialectic?
Monday, November 5, 2007
In Our Time & The Multiplicity of Experience
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
William Carlos Williams, "The artist works to express perceptions rather than attain standards..."
Williams, who closely followed some of the painters we are discussing, noted that "abstraction... has renew[ed] and reclarif[ied] pure form... The writer attempts to present the sense of the moment, revealed in climaxes of intelligence (beauty) through continually refreshed crystallizations of form."
Consider, in light of these rather complicated remarks, his interest in perception and time (Duchamp's Nude), and how this influences form in Williams' work.
THE GREAT FIGURE
Among the rain
and lights
I saw the figure 5
in gold
on a red
firetruck
moving tense
unheeded
to gong clangs
siren howls
and wheels rumbling
through the dark city.
Pastoral
- WHEN I was younger
- it was plain to me
- I must make something of myself.
- Older now
- I walk back streets
- admiring the houses
- of the very poor:
- roof out of line with sides
- the yards cluttered
- with old chicken wire, ashes,
- furniture gone wrong;
- the fences and outhouses
- built of barrel staves
- and parts of boxes, all,
- if I am fortunate,
- smeared a bluish green
- that properly weathered
- pleases me best of all colors.
- No one
- will believe this
- of vast import to the nation.
Portrait of a Lady
- YOUR thighs are appletrees
- whose blossoms touch the sky.
- Which sky? The sky
- where Watteau hung a lady's
- slipper. Your knees
- are a southern breeze--or
- a gust of snow. Agh! what
- sort of man was Fragonard?
- --as if that answered
- anything. Ah, yes--below
- the knees, since the tune
- drops that way, it is
- one of those white summer days,
- the tall grass of your ankles
- flickers upon the shore--
- Which shore?--
- the sand clings to my lips--
- Which shore?
- Agh, petals maybe. How
- should I know?
- Which shore? Which shore?
- I said petals from an appletree.
The Young Housewife
- AT ten A.M. the young housewife
- moves about in negligee behind
- the wooden walls of her husband's house.
- I pass solitary in my car.
- Then again she comes to the curb
- to call the ice-man, fish-man, and stands
- shy, uncorseted, tucking in
- stray ends of hair, and I compare her
- to a fallen leaf.
- The noiseless wheels of my car
- rush with a crackling sound over
- dried leaves as I bow and pass smiling.
- ORROW is my own yard
- where the new grass
- flames as it has flamed
- often before but not
- with the cold fire
- that closes round me this year.
- Thirtyfive years
- I lived with my husband.
- The plumtree is white today
- with masses of flowers.
- Masses of flowers
- load the cherry branches
- and color some bushes
- yellow and some red
- but the grief in my heart
- is stronger than they
- for though they were my joy
- formerly, today I notice them
- and turned away forgetting.
- Today my son told me
- that in the meadows,
- at the edge of the heavy woods
- in the distance, he saw
- trees of white flowers.
- I feel that I would like
- to go there
- and fall into those flowers
- and sink into the marsh near them.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Mina Loy's "Songs To Joannes"
- The publication of Mina Loy's "Songs to Joannes" so angered a leading female poet of the time (Amy Lowell) that she vowed never to publish in the same journal as Loy. Known for wildly experimental, artful, complicated and compact poetics, Loy's poems (below) tell the tale of a illicit affair and abortion, material unknown to the poetics of the time (1917). Consider how (if) such a tale indeed emerges through her often distorted poetics; consider also how, like Cubism, Loy's poetics blur relations, and double and triple the meanings of words--something modern poets called logopoeia: the use of words not only for their direct meaning but also for the surprising, ironic, play between them.
I
Spawn of fantasies
Sifting the appraisable
Pig Cupid his rosy snout
Rooting erotic garbage
"Once upon a time"
Pulls a weed white star-topped
Among wild oats sown in mucous membrane
- I would an eye in a Bengal light
- Eternity in a sky-rocket
- Constellations in an ocean
- Whose rivers run no fresher
- Than a trickle of saliva
-
- These are suspect places
-
- I must live in my lantern
- Trimming subliminal flicker
- Virginal to the bellows
- Of experience
- Colored glass.
II
- At your mercy
- Our Universe
- Is only
- A colorless onion
- You derobe
- Sheath by sheath
- Remaining
- A disheartening odour
- About your nervy hands
III
- Night
- Heavy with shut-flower's nightmares
- ---------------------------------------------
- Noon
- Curled to the solitaire
- Core of the
- Sun
V
- Shuttle-cock and battle-door
- A little pink-love
- And feathers are strewn
VI
- Let Joy go solace-winged
- To flutter whom she may concern
- IX
- We might have coupled
- In the bed-ridden monopoly of a moment
- Or broken flesh with one another
- At the profane communion table
- Where wine is spill't on promiscuous lips
-
- We might have given birth to a butterfly
- With the daily-news
- Printed in blood on its wings
X
- In some
- Prenatal plagiarism
- Foetal buffoons
- Caught tricks
- --- --- --- --- ---
- From archetypal pantomime
- Stringing emotions
- Looped aloft
- --- --- --- ---
- For the blind eyes
- That Nature knows us with
- And most of Nature is green
- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---
XI
- Green things grow
- Salads
- For the cerebral
- Forager's revival
- And flowered flummery
- Upon bossed bellies
- Of mountains
- Rolling in the sun
XVII
I don't care
Where the legs of the legs of the furniture are walk-
ing to
Or what is hidden in the shadows they stride
Or what would look at me
If the shutters were not shut
Red a warm colour on the battle-field
Heavy on my knees as a counterpane
Count counter
I counted the fringe of the towel
Till two tassels clinging together
Let the square room fall away
From a round vacuum
Dilating with my breath
XXXII
The moon is cold
Joannes
Where the Mediterranean----------------
Gertrude Stein
What way to consider to the relationship between painting and poetry at this time is think of them as homologous arts---both foregrounding the materiality of the medium--paint/words--and obscuring the content, or referent. Consider how these two poems from 1914 function structurally:
A MOUNTED UMBRELLA
by: Gertrude Stein (1874-1946)
- HAT was the use of not leaving it there where it would hang what was the use if there was no chance of ever seeing it come there and show that it was handsome and right in the way it showed it. The lesson is to learn that it does show it, that it shows it and that nothing, that there is nothing, that there is no more to do about it and just so much more is there plenty of reason for making an exchange.
A LONG DRESS
by: Gertrude Stein (1874-1946)
- HAT is the current that makes machinery, that makes it crackle, what is the current that presents a long line and a necessary waist. What is this current.
- What is the wind, what is it.
- Where is the serene length, it is there and a dark place is not a dark place, only a white and red are black, only a yellow and green are blue, a pink is scarlet, a bow is every color. A line distinguishes it. A line just distinguishes it.
Poetry & Paintings for Thursday--The Avant-Garde
Some of the paintings we will look at come from European artists, while others are from Americans they inspired. Cubism sums up (more or less) the "school of thought" surrounding the work, a style that "emphasized the flat, two-dimensional surface of the picture plane, and rejected the traditional techniques of perspective, foreshortening, modeling..." (Brittanica).
For Picasso this rejection took an explicitly primitive turn with his use of African masks, for Duchamps it was a satire on the traditional beauty of the "nude."
Friday, October 26, 2007
George Bellows, "Both Members of this Club" (1907)
Robert Henri, "Laughing Child" (1907)
John Sloan, Wake of the Ferry (1907)
Realism & American Painting
John Sloan, Hairdresser's Window, 1907
This painting comes from a general movement at the turn of the century that we might call "Realist" or "Romantic Realist". What qualities about the painting might you associate with conceptual notions of primitivism we have thus far discussed? How is different from Millet's painting?
Poetry For A Democracy (For Tuesday)------More To Come!
This is part #1 of the poetry we will be looking at for Tuesday: note how it is strongly influenced in its style and content by the ideal of American democracy. We will consider how the poetry claims for itself the "primitive" voice in reasserting an authentic American tradition of American poetry.
The Man with a Hoe (1899)
by Edwin MarkhamThis was one of the most popular poems ever published in the United States in terms of reproductions. Based on a well known painting, the poem seems to return dignity to labor and the underclass. Do you read it in a naturalist light or no?
Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,
The emptiness of ages in his face,
And on his back, the burden of the world.
Who made him dead to rapture and despair,
A thing that grieves not and that never hopes,
Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?
Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw?
Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow?
Whose breath blew out the light within this brain?
Is this the Thing the Lord God made and gave
To have dominion over sea and land;
To trace the stars and search the heavens for power;
To feel the passion of Eternity?
Is this the dream He dreamed who shaped the suns
And marked their ways upon the ancient deep?
Down all the caverns of Hell to their last gulf
There is no shape more terrible than this--
More tongued with cries against the world's blind greed--
More filled with signs and portents for the soul--
More packed with danger to the universe.
What gulfs between him and the seraphim!
Slave of the wheel of labor, what to him
Are Plato and the swing of the Pleiades?
What the long reaches of the peaks of song,
The rift of dawn, the reddening of the rose?
Through this dread shape the suffering ages look;
Time's tragedy is in that aching stoop;
Through this dread shape humanity betrayed,
Plundered, profaned and disinherited,
Cries protest to the Powers that made the world,
A protest that is also prophecy.
O masters, lords and rulers in all lands,
Is this the handiwork you give to God,
This monstrous thing distorted and soul-quenched?
How will you ever straighten up this shape;
Touch it again with immortality;
Give back the upward looking and the light;
Rebuild in it the music and the dream;
Make right the immemorial infamies,
Perfidious wrongs, immedicable woes?
O masters, lords and rulers in all lands,
How will the future reckon with this Man?
How answer his brute question in that hour
When whirlwinds of rebellion shake all shores?
How will it be with kingdoms and with kings--
With those who shaped him to the thing he is--
When this dumb Terror shall rise to judge the world,
After the silence of the centuries?
Edgar Lee Masters (1868–1950). Spoon River Anthology. 1916.
The following is a sample of poems from one of the most popular and influential books of poetry published in the early 20th Century. The Spoon River Anthology is essentially 215 short poems from 215 characters--all of whom lived, or at least were born in the Illinois town of Spoon River. The characters now dead sum up their lives. Consider the sheer variety of characters represented, the epitaphic style of the poems, and how poetry captures the pathos of life in a midwestern town.
3. Ollie McGee
HAVE you seen walking through the village | |
A man with downcast eyes and haggard face? | |
That is my husband who, by secret cruelty | |
Never to be told, robbed me of my youth and my beauty; | |
Till at last, wrinkled and with yellow teeth, | 5 |
And with broken pride and shameful humility, | |
I sank into the grave. | |
But what think you gnaws at my husband’s heart? | |
The face of what I was, the face of what he made me! | |
These are driving him to the place where I lie. | 10 |
In death, therefore, I am avenged. |
4. Fletcher McGee
SHE took my strength by minutes, | |
She took my life by hours, | |
She drained me like a fevered moon | |
That saps the spinning world. | |
The days went by like shadows, | 5 |
The minutes wheeled like stars. | |
She took the pity from my heart, | |
And made it into smiles. | |
She was a hunk of sculptor’s clay, | |
My secret thoughts were fingers: | 10 |
They flew behind her pensive brow | |
And lined it deep with pain. | |
They set the lips, and sagged the cheeks, | |
And drooped the eyes with sorrow. | |
My soul had entered in the clay, | 15 |
Fighting like seven devils. | |
It was not mine, it was not hers; | |
She held it, but its struggles | |
Modeled a face she hated, | |
And a face I feared to see. | 20 |
I beat the windows, shook the bolts. | |
I hid me in a corner— | |
And then she died and haunted me, | |
And hunted me for life. |
34. Percy Bysshe Shelley
MY father who owned the wagon-shop | |
And grew rich shoeing horses | |
Sent me to the University of Montreal. | |
I learned nothing and returned home, | |
Roaming the fields with Bert Kessler, | 5 |
Hunting quail and snipe. | |
At Thompson’s Lake the trigger of my gun | |
Caught in the side of the boat | |
And a great hole was shot through my heart. | |
Over me a fond father erected this marble shaft, | 10 |
On which stands the figure of a woman | |
Carved by an Italian artist. | |
They say the ashes of my namesake | |
Were scattered near the pyramid of Caius Cestius | |
Somewhere near Rome. | 15 |
47. Margaret Fuller Slack
I WOULD have been as great as George Eliot | |
But for an untoward fate. | |
For look at the photograph of me made by Penniwit, | |
Chin resting on hand, and deep-set eyes— | |
Gray, too, and far-searching. | 5 |
But there was the old, old problem: | |
Should it be celibacy, matrimony or unchastity? | |
Then John Slack, the rich druggist, wooed me, | |
Luring me with the promise of leisure for my novel, | |
And I married him, giving birth to eight children, | 10 |
And had no time to write. | |
It was all over with me, anyway, | |
When I ran the needle in my hand | |
While washing the baby’s things, | |
And died from lock-jaw, an ironical death. | 15 |
Hear me, ambitious souls, | |
Sex is the curse of life! |
109. Elsa Wertman
I WAS a peasant girl from Germany, | |
Blue-eyed, rosy, happy and strong. | |
And the first place I worked was at Thomas Greene’s. | |
On a summer’s day when she was away | |
He stole into the kitchen and took me | 5 |
Right in his arms and kissed me on my throat, | |
I turning my head. Then neither of us | |
Seemed to know what happened. | |
And I cried for what would become of me. | |
And cried and cried as my secret began to show. | 10 |
One day Mrs. Greene said she understood, | |
And would make no trouble for me, | |
And, being childless, would adopt it. | |
(He had given her a farm to be still.) | |
So she hid in the house and sent out rumors, | 15 |
As if it were going to happen to her. | |
And all went well and the child was born—They were so kind to me. | |
Later I married Gus Wertman, and years passed. | |
But—at political rallies when sitters-by thought I was crying | |
At the eloquence of Hamilton Greene— | 20 |
That was not it. | |
No! I wanted to say: | |
That’s my son! That’s my son! |
207. Lucinda Matlock
I WENT to the dances at Chandlerville, | |
And played snap-out at Winchester. | |
One time we changed partners, | |
Driving home in the moonlight of middle June, | |
And then I found Davis. | 5 |
We were married and lived together for seventy years, | |
Enjoying, working, raising the twelve children, | |
Eight of whom we lost | |
Ere I had reached the age of sixty. | |
I spun, I wove, I kept the house, I nursed the sick, | 10 |
I made the garden, and for holiday | |
Rambled over the fields where sang the larks, | |
And by Spoon River gathering many a shell, | |
And many a flower and medicinal weed— | |
Shouting to the wooded hills, singing to the green valleys. | 15 |
At ninety-six I had lived enough, that is all, | |
And passed to a sweet repose. | |
What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness, | |
Anger, discontent and drooping hopes? | |
Degenerate sons and daughters, | 20 |
Life is too strong for you— | |
It takes life to love Life. |
From Vachel Lindsay's The Congo
Vachel Lindsay was a white, midwestern, popular performance poet, who chanted, howled, and shouted on stage as he recited poems. Consider how Africa and African Americans are depicted in his work, and how a primitivist poetics were constructed along racial and socioeconomic lines in America.
III. The Hope of their Religion
[Heavy bass. With a literal imitation
of camp-meeting racket, and trance.]
A good old negro in the slums of the town
Preached at a sister for her velvet gown.
Howled at a brother for his low-down ways,
His prowling, guzzling, sneak-thief days.
Beat on the Bible till he wore it out
Starting the jubilee revival shout.
And some had visions, as they stood on chairs,
And sang of Jacob, and the golden stairs,
And they all repented, a thousand strong
From their stupor and savagery and sin and wrong
And slammed with their hymn books till they shook the room
With "glory, glory, glory,"
And "Boom, boom, BOOM."
[Exactly as in the first section.
Begin with terror and power, end with joy.]
THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK
CUTTING THROUGH THE JUNGLE WITH A GOLDEN TRACK.
And the gray sky opened like a new-rent veil
And showed the apostles with their coats of mail.
In bright white steele they were seated round
And their fire-eyes watched where the Congo wound.
And the twelve Apostles, from their thrones on high
Thrilled all the forest with their heavenly cry: --
[Sung to the tune of "Hark, ten thousand
harps and voices".]
"Mumbo-Jumbo will die in the jungle;
Never again will he hoo-doo you,
Never again will he hoo-doo you."
[With growing deliberation and joy.]
Then along that river, a thousand miles
The vine-snared trees fell down in files.
Pioneer angels cleared the way
For a Congo paradise, for babes at play,
For sacred capitals, for temples clean.
Gone were the skull-faced witch-men lean.
[In a rather high key -- as delicately as possible.]
There, where the wild ghost-gods had wailed
A million boats of the angels sailed
With oars of silver, and prows of blue
And silken pennants that the sun shone through.
'Twas a land transfigured, 'twas a new creation.
Oh, a singing wind swept the negro nation
And on through the backwoods clearing flew: --
[To the tune of "Hark, ten thousand harps and voices".]
"Mumbo-Jumbo is dead in the jungle.
Never again will he hoo-doo you.
Never again will he hoo-doo you."
Redeemed were the forests, the beasts and the men,
And only the vulture dared again
By the far, lone mountains of the moon
To cry, in the silence, the Congo tune: --
[Dying down into a penetrating, terrified whisper.]
"Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you.
Mumbo . . . Jumbo . . . will . . . hoo-doo . . . you."
Friday, October 19, 2007
Playboy
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Prompt 2
Please analyze and discuss the function of stories/storytellers in the larger context of either Open Boat or McTeague. Particularly, consider the various roles that stories/fictions/falsehoods play in relation to the larger claims of truth/facts/scientific verity that surround the naturalist text. It's possible that you might want to focus on one facet specifically--lying, for example, or the role of art, or the comfort of belief. Whatever your angle, make sure to lay out a cohesive body of evidence that you can analyze and argue about.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
PROMPT 1
This interest in "observation" shapes the text at the level of "style" but also at the level of plot.
Use either Open Boat or McTeague as your source text to argue how methods of observation, watching, or even simply "eavesdropping" figure into the text at the level of plot and shape both the narrative and the style of the text.
Remember, beyond finding instances of what you might consider literary "observation" (and that can be a wide range of examples) in the text, please try to make an argument about their importance in relationship to the text and the larger concerns of the period---primitivism, naturalism, technology, etc. A good paper won't address every instance, but rather make a coherent argument from the most important evidence it finds in the text.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Fiction in Naturalism (Remember to sign your comments!)
It was not impossible..."
Consider the subplot of Zerkow & Maria Macapa: what is the role of stories/fictions/myth in naturalist texts? We encountered some already in The Open Boat--Why is Zerkow interested? What does he have Maria do? Consider repetition wherever you encounter it in the text....
McTeague & Gender
Consider the courting process in McTeague, its attitude towards sexuality and gender: what is the role of women in the naturalist text? Remember, Open Boat was a male text....
Also, what is the logic (or calculus) of sexuality and desire? From where does it derive and to where does it lead? Do we hear about this logic in society today?
McTeague
It was Sunday, and, according to his custom on that day....
What stylistic features about this intro might we want to point out?
& Why does the story begin on Sunday?
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
CRANE NATURALISM & NEITZSCHE
In what ways does Crane's story register these changes? At the level of plot, style, dialogue?
Is there a framing device for this story as we had in Chesnutt?
That is, do we encounter the Neitzschean dialectic once again?
You might want to consider that conservative critics of the time argued that "naturalism"
and everything it embodied was the result of a dangerous Neitzscheanism pervading America....
Is it?
NATURALISM & CRANE
The term naturalism describes a type of literature that attempts to apply scientific principles of objectivity and detachment to its study of human beings. Unlike realism, which focuses on literary technique, naturalism implies a philosophical position: for naturalistic writers, since human beings are, in Emile Zola's phrase, "human beasts," characters can be studied through their relationships to their surroundings. Zola's 1880 description of this method in Le roman experimental (The Experimental Novel, 1880) follows Claude Bernard's medical model and the historian Hippolyte Taine's observation that "virtue and vice are products like vitriol and sugar"--that is, that human beings as "products" should be studied impartially, without moralizing about their natures. Other influences on American naturalists include Herbert Spencer and Joseph LeConte.
Through this objective study of human beings, naturalistic writers believed that the laws behind the forces that govern human lives might be studied and understood. Naturalistic writers thus used a version of the scientific method to write their novels; they studied human beings governed by their instincts and passions as well as the ways in which the characters' lives were governed by forces of heredity and environment. Although they used the techniques of accumulating detail pioneered by the realists, the naturalists thus had a specific object in mind when they chose the segment of reality that they wished to convey.In George Becker's famous and much-annotated and contested phrase, naturalism's philosophical framework can be simply described as "pessimistic materialistic determinism." Another such concise definition appears in the introduction to American Realism: New Essays. In that piece,"The Country of the Blue," Eric Sundquist comments, "Revelling in the extraordinary, the excessive, and the grotesque in order to reveal the immutable bestiality of Man in Nature, naturalism dramatizes the loss of individuality at a physiological level by making a Calvinism without God its determining order and violent death its utopia" (13).
Monday, October 1, 2007
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Saturday, September 29, 2007
Charles Chesnutt, in his own words
How is the primitive imagined, confronted, contained in Chesnutt's fiction?
It might help to consider the cultural atmosphere in which Chesnutt published his fiction: the very established Northern literary magazine, The Atlantic Monthly, published "Wife". Does this matter? Are their traditional or non-traditional attitudes in the work, do you think?
By 1900, fiction about African -Americans was in the air, with the work of Dixon (author of the drama from which Griffith would adapt his The Birth of a Nation) and establishment authors considering race in their work. What would be the role of African-Americans--and their relation to the society that so harshly dispossessed them--in the 20th Century?
Chesnutt, on the publication of his first stories, including "The Wife of His Youth":
At the time when I first broke into print seriously, no American colored writer had ever secured critical recognition except Paul Laurence Dunbar, who had won his laurels as a poet. Phillis Wheatley, a Colonial poet, had gained recognition largely because she was a slave and born in Africa, but the short story, or the novel of life and manners, had not been attempted by any one of that group. . . . [101]
Thomas Dixon was writing the Negro down industriously and with marked popular success. Thomas Nelson Page was disguising the harshness of slavery under the mask of sentiment. (See information on the "plantation school.") . . .
The firm of Houghton Mifflin [publishers of The Atlantic Monthly], however, was unique in several respects. . . . Three of the Atlantic editors wrote novels dealing with race problems-William Dean Howells in An Imperative Duty, Bliss Perry in The Plated City, and Mr. Page in The Autobiography of Nicholas Worth.
The book was favorably reviewed by literary critics. If I may be pardoned one quotation, William Dean Howells, always the friend of the aspiring author, in an article published in the Atlantic Monthly for May, 1900, wrote:
"The stories of The Conjure Woman have a wild, indigenous poetry, the cretion of sincere and original imagination, which is imparted with a tender humorousness and a very artistic reticence. As far as his race is concerned, or his sixteenth part of a race, it does not greatly matter whether Mr. Chesnutt invented their motives, or found them, as he feigns, among his distant cousins of the Southern cabins. In either case the wonder of their beauty is the same, and whatever is primitive and sylvan or campestral in the reader's heart is touched by the spells thrown on the simple black lives in these enchanting tales. Character, the most precious thing in fiction, is faithfully portrayed."
My race was never mentioned by the publishers in announcing or advertising the book. From my own viewpoint it was a personal matter. It never occurred to me to claim any merit because of it, and I have always resented the denial of anything on account of it. My colored friends, however, with a very natural and laudable zeal for the race, with which I found no fault, saw to it that the fact was not overlooked, and I have before me a copy of a letter written by one of the to the editor of the Atlanta Constitution, which had published a favorable review of the book, accompanied by my portrait, chiding him because the reviewer had not referred to my color. . . . [103]
While The Conjure Woman was in the press, the Atlantic published a short story of mine called The Wife of His Youth which attracted wide attention. James Mc. Arthur, at that time connected with the Critic, later with Harper's, in talking one day with Mr. Page, learned of my race and requested leave to mention it as a matter of interest to the literary public. Mr. Page demurred at first on the ground that such an announcement might be harmful to the success of my forthcoming book, but finally consented, and Mr. McArthur mentioned the fact in the Critic, referring to me as a "mulatto." [104]
From Charles W. Chesnutt: Selected Writings, ed. SallyAnn H. Ferguson. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 2001.Chesnutt, on race:
"What is a White Man?" (THE INDEPENDENT, May 30, 1889).
The states vary slightly in regard to what constitutes a mulatto or person of color, and as to what proportion of white blood should be sufficient to remove the disability of color. As a general rule, less than one-fourth of Negro blood left the individual white--in theory; race questions being, however, regulated very differently very different in practice. In Missouri, by the code of 1855, still in operation, so far as not inconsistent with the Federal Constitution and laws, "any person other than a Negro, any one of whose grandmothers or grandfathers is or shall be deemed a mulatto." Thus the color-line is drawn at one-fourth of Negro blood, and persons with only one-eighth are white.
By the Mississippi code of 1880, the color-line is drawn at one-fourth Negro blood, all persons having less being theoretically white.
Under the code noir of Louisiana, the descendant of a white and a quadroon is white, thus drawing the line at one-eighth of Negro blood. The code of 1876 abolished all distinctions of color; as to whether they have been re-enacted since the Republican Party went out of power in that state the writer is not informed.
Jumping to the extreme North, persons are white within the meaning of the Constitution of Michigan who have less than one-fourth of Negro blood.
In Ohio the rule, as established by numerous decisions of the Supreme Court, was that a preponderance of white blood constituted a person a white man in the eye of the law, and entitled him to the exercise of all the civil rights of a white man. By retrogressive step the color-line was extended in 1861 in the case of marriage, which by statute was forbidden between a person of pure white blood and one having a visible admixture of African blood. But by act of legislature, passed in the spring of 1887, all laws establishing or permitting distinctions of color were repealed. [26-27]
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Getting Started: Charles Chesnutt for 10/2
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