Friday, November 29, 2013

Tainted Love: Toxic Sociability in Pointed Firs

Last week, Lee and I explored the complex power relations between narrators and their subjects. As we suggested, Sarah Orne Jewett’s lonely narrator finds a sense of power, neither by trying to shape herself or her reality in terms of normative gender performance, but instead by imposing (perhaps problematically) her own desires for the world upon Dunnet Landing. In “Hypersexuality and Power,” Zack explores the continued pervasiveness of machismo identity among Latin American males through the lens of Foucault’s “mesh of power.” While I can agree with Zack’s assertion that “our favorite womanizing narrator” Junior’s obsession with Oscar’s virginity “represent[s] a perpetuation of sexuality as power,” I suggest that this obsession speaks more directly to the inherent fragility identity categories than to aftershocks of Trujillo’s sexual terrorism. Moreover, I’m curious about his final suggestion that we might read Oscar’s attempts to conform to a hypersexualized masculine ideal as a similar source of power. Can one really argue that the performance of gender, which is part and parcel an act of survival, is also a source of power for the performing subject?
Though privileged enough to travel and write, Jewett’s narrator is always on the outside, not a permanent part of the Dunnet Landing community, and, as an unmarried woman, not truly a part of her own. Even as she flattens our sense of the locals and renders their humble community strangely idyllic, her growing sense of isolation is palpable. Her desolation crystallizes at the moment she must leave Dunnet Landing and lose her secure position. She says, “my room looked empty...I and all my belongings had died out of it...So we die before our own eyes; so we see some chapters of our lives come to their natural end” (100), thus equating the loss of an inhabitable space--a clear subject position--to her own death. Thus, Jewett’s narrator exemplifies an internalized fear of the undefined: while not forced to live in the shadow of a hyper masculine ideal, she is seen as a threat to “The Angle of the House,” the 19th century feminine ideal. In some sense then we might see the narrator (and Oscar) in terms of the human “toxic assets” Mel Chen describes in “Toxic Animacies.” As Chen suggests, part of the threat of these toxic bodies lies in the fact that no attempt at segregation “perfectly succeeds even while it is believed with all effort and investment to be effective” (281). In other words, all imposed boundaries are both permeable and highly mutable.
For the narrator, Dunnet Landing represents the ideal; locals live seemingly full lives without the pressure to conform to the heteronormative ideal. The remote seaside village appears to exist outside of the “mesh of power” that Foucault articulates. It seems clear to me that Dunnet Landing is meant to be read against the highly regulated industrial version of American life. It is a land free from literal toxins like smog and city grime, but also, more importantly free from the view that unmarried men and women are themselves “toxic assets” to a capitalist regime. Following this line of logic, it seems then that the relative toxicity of a human being is dependent upon the perceived overall toxicity of their surroundings. For Jewett, the presence of “toxic others" signals a need for greater regulation; in order to allow for idiosyncratic, unregulated personal relationships, a community must feel confident in the overall racial “purity” of its members.
In creating for her readers a utopian land whose harmony is contingent upon its homogeneity, Jewett interrogates some fictions of toxicity while perpetuating others. She creates a space for her narrator by exploring modes of affiliation outside of marriage, but seals off other inhabitable spaces by whitewashing both the past and present. In order to stabilize certain identities, she must commit violence against others.



3 comments:

Unknown said...

Hi Sarah,

Having not read The Country of the Pointed Firs, I don't want to completely argue against your reading of the final chapter, but your argument that her "desolation crystallizes the at the moment she must leave Dunnet Landing" doesn't quite convince me. Yes, her belongings have "died" out of the room, Yes, "we die before our eyes" at various chapters of our lives, but as she states, this is the "natural end." This is how life works, not something to be afraid of, but rather accepted as the natural order of the world. Does the narrator ever state that she wishes she could remain forever in Dunnet Landing? I know when you and I talked that it's never made quite clear why the narrator came to Dunnet Landing, except to get some writing done. And if this is the case, Dunnet Landing served its purpose. The death that she perceives then, seems merely a characterization of a rupture that must occur in order for her to return to to the world that she is from, how well she fits into that world being another matter for argument.

I think your argument of how "Dunnet Landing is meant to be read against the highly regulated industrial version of American Life" is a strong one, and really makes a lot of sense. If its the case then, does Dunnet Landing given her something besides desolation? Does it renew her strength to exist and participate in the world of "toxic assets" that she came from? There seems to be a sense of pastoral in the novel - a removing oneself from the stratified, rigid social order of the city and a coming to the "green world, as Northrop Frye puts it, in order to re-invigorate someone's motivation to participate in the social order they came from. Pastoral often involves a return to the world that was left, but the person usually returns more contented in their world than when they left it. Do you get a sense of this for the narrator in The Country of the Pointed Firs?

Sarah H said...

Hi Lee!

Thanks for your comment! I agree with a lot of what you've said here--it's true, the narrator's feelings are feeling we all have at moments in our lives that don't necessarily spell permanent desolation. I think I was apt to read the final chapter this way simply because it is such a change of pace from the rest of the novella. She slowly builds this sense of loneliness into the fabric of the text that I don't think truly surfaces until this last chapter.

Unknown said...

what if, rather than a straight-up fictional narrative, one were to read CPF as a roman a clef, or even nature (anthropological?) writing? would we then be dealing with perception instead of construction? would that change things? it doesn't have to, i guess, but it also might? i'm just spit-balling. but would the white-washing and violence still work/read the same way? in other words, is the genre of the book irrelevant to this kind of reading?

anyways, i like the idea of an imposed stasis here.

and you <3 the book now, right?

;D