Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Some Men's Daughters: Lawrence's "Horse Dealers' Daughter"

            Some Men’s Daughters

Abstract

Lawrence’s story “The Horse Dealer’s Daughter” is two-sided.  Not only does the point of view shift notably, but the story is dual controlled.  It is neither simply a love story, nor simply a poor girl trapping herself a husband as a way out of her predicament.  Mabel needs to be examined as a victim of her era.  But she needs to be considered from a psychological perspective too.  So does Ferguson.

Mabel is in a predicament.  She must either go live with her sister, and presumably act as maid and babysitter for her sister to earn her keep, or become a maid to someone else.  Fergusson is losing his friends and is on the margins of the town as a newcomer and in his occupation.  What transpires is a seduction, and the question of how deliberate it is, is a significant question. 

Teaching this story requires offering some footnotes: explaining draft horses to some students, explaining horse dealer’s tricks, explaining the plight of women in that era, and reminding the students of the tactics they have used or seen used in relationships (for some reason they need reminding of these and once they begin to recall them, the story assumes relevance for them).  Both a historical and psychological approach is needed.  I like to add a little mini-dramatization.  This is the approach I take on the first day we study this story together.    

 

 

 

 

                        Some Men’s Daughters:                                                           

                        Teaching “The Horse Dealer’s Daughter”


She was only a chimney sweep’s daughter but she seemed to soot.

She was only a baker’s daughter, but . . . ?  (Joyce’s wife, Nora, was a baker’s daughter.)

She was only a horse dealer’s daughter but . . . .

This story by D.H. Lawrence is prefaced in several anthologies with editorial remarks that the story is about “the redemptive powers of love.”  This summary of the story is only partly true.  The story is about more than the power of love.  It is also about a woman who discovers and uses her sexual power.  While some of the questions posed in the anthologies are helpful, some almost mislead the students.   The same applies to the comments in several instructors’ manuals.  Helping students to understand this story requires offering them a little narratio , and engaging students in this story requires bringing their experience to bear in an imaginative reconstruction of the text.  What follows is my interpretation of the story and the approach I take in teaching D.H. Lawrence’s story “The Horse Dealer’s Daughter.”  

This story seems, at first, to be far from first year students’ experience.  They require a little background.  Teaching this story requires offering some footnotes: explaining draft horses to some students, explaining horse dealer’s tricks, and explaining the plight of women before our liberation (can any mother read Pride and Prejudice and not ache a little for Mrs. Bennet and how her concerns are mocked?).  It also requires asking the students to recall the tactics they have used or seen used in romantic relationships--for some reason they need reminding of these and once they begin to recall them, the story gains relevance for them.

The story is about Mabel, an unmarried woman whose life has just been turned upside down because her father has died and left the family in debt. Mabel and her brothers must leave the family home.  The horses, the stock in trade of the family are being taken in debt, and the three brothers are setting off, as in a fairy tale, for adventures in new worlds.  Mabel, however, has only two possibilities: to be a skivvy in someone else’s household or to go to live with her married sister--and no doubt be a skivvy there in return for room and board.  In despair about her prospects, she attempts suicide and is rescued by Dr. Fergusson who falls--more as in a tumble down a flight of stairs than as in a skydiver’s free fall-- in love with her, and we can imagine the organ and church bells that would accompany a film version of this story as it concludes with promises of marriage.  This story is usually taught as a sexual awakening, but what is needed is a look at how Mabel and Fergusson’s sexual awakening began.

 I think of our trip through the story as a flying lesson in a small plane and I use several approaches, literally, to teach this story.  Like student pilots, we fly circuits to try “touch and go” landings and takeoffs before going for a little ride through the story.  Teaching the story also requires a mixture of historical and psychoanalytical perspectives and a little mini drama.  I like to pose several questions, without allowing opportunities for responses, to focus our discussion.  We work our way to the answers.

As a sort of flight plan, my goal in this day’s flying exercise is to investigate the specific settings--the terrain-- and the plot of the story.  Only a minimal flight plan is filed for the students.  We will just take a quick trip through the story.  The question I want to work towards is how genuinely spontaneous were Mabel’s actions.    Almost all texts and  teacher’s guides point out that Lawrence believed in living “spontaneously.”  He thought his own generation a bunch of stilted people, unable to loosen up and enjoy life.  They were too busy with issues of “decorum” and “rules of etiquette” and “what the neighbours think” and they were too Victorian in their thinking to even enjoy sex.   Fergusson, for instance, is briefly concerned at one point with what the men, Mabel’s brothers, will think of his leap into marriage, but by that point, fortunately or unfortunately, he is too occupied or involved to be deterred by such thoughts.  It is Mabel’s actions, however, which need to be examined in regards to Lawrence’s belief in living  “spontaneously.”

In his comments on this story in his Instructor’s Handbook to his Norton Anthology of Short Stories, R.V. Cassill notes D.H. Lawrence’s belief in “spontaneity” and adds that “we might look to the whole bulk of Lawrence’s writing and thought” to understand Lawrence’s meaning of “the ‘gulf’ and the ‘all’ that the doctor has now [at the end of the story] abandoned.” (p. 109).  Cassill goes on to define the gulf as “the false education and civilized manners that separate people from their natural lives”(p. 109).  I’m not sure of the extent to which this applies in “The Horse Dealer’s Daughter.”  I’m also not sure that “The primitive (and surely Lawrence would say the best) part of [Mabel] has been exposed by her ordeal. . . . (p 108)”  But  the comment of Cassill’s that most needs consideration is his next one:  Regarding Mabel’s asking Fergusson “Do you love me then?” Cassill says “The earlier parts of the story have prepared us to understand that she is not playing a trick by asking this.”  Mabel isn’t playing a trick at this moment, but we are not prepared to understand this all that easily, because this is a story about tricks--a whole bag of them.  Cassill’s note that “What is happening in [Mabel] is happening mindlessly” is true. However, behind that mindless persistence is a biological drive as compelling as any mindful plan might be--a survival instinct.  Mabel is her father’s daughter and she has learned a few tricks of his trade and she makes good use of them.  In trying to ordering our discussion questions effectively, I work toward the question of Mabel’s spontaneity.  This is one question I do not ask as we begin our examination of the story.

For this story, I begin in a way that no doubt appears evasive.  I prefer not to introduce our discussion with any background biographical material on Lawrence, not to consider his philosophy, not to ask the students initially to write out a plot summary (though for a study of most works of fiction a cause and effect plot summary usually establishes a lot), and not to discuss the point of view.  The flight plan is my choice.

I prefer to save discussion of the story’s point of view for the post-flight debriefing.  “The Horse Dealer’s Daughter” is two-sided.  Lawrence’s tactic of beginning the story at a distance so we can see Mabel’s plight objectively and then shifting, half way through, to Fergusson’s perspective, when he’s lost perspective, when he becomes “involved” in Mabel’s story, is notable.  This shift in perspective is a central clue to understanding this story.  Most readers note this dual -controlled point of view and interpret the story on that basis.  Not only is the point of view a dual one, but the story is dual purpose.  It is neither simply a love story, nor simply a story of a poor girl trapping herself a husband as a way out of her predicament.  Mabel’s plight needs to be considered as that of many early twentieth century women, women who lived in an era when they needed a husband for security.  But the “love story” elements need examination too.  The two elements support each other.  Mabel’s problem, or plight, is solved because Fergusson does freely “plight his troth.”  In a way we are voyeurs from our bird’s eye view following first Mabel and then Fergusson. 

We first briefly consider the title.  Like the points of view Lawrence chose, his title is a major clue to understanding the story, and one that is neglected.   And it is a logical starting place for discussion.  Mabel’s  father gets title billing in this story and this deserves attention. The question is how much does her father matter to this story?  What do we learn from our fathers?  My father was a dentist.  One impact of this on me, thanks to hearing his lectures about taking care of my teeth, is that I and my children dutifully pay annual visits to the dentist.   Without intending to, I also take notice of a person’s teeth when I meet someone new to me.  What might Mabel have learned from her father?  Maybe she learned from dinner conversation how to judge a good piece of horseflesh.   Mabel has a problem, is rescued, and she and Fergusson plan to marry and live happily ever after.  But what is the connection of this plot to the title Lawrence gave this story?  I raise this question, but I ask it only rhetorically.  We work our way to the answer.

To begin discussion of this story, by way of a pre-flight check, I ask how many students have ridden a horse.  Lots of hands usually go up.  (Sometimes, depending on how enthusiastic their response is, we establish that horses have different personalities--some are frisky, some are nervous, some are dopey, sneezy, grumpy.  Some are easy to train to carry a rider or to break to a harness; some are skittish.)  We note that the horses on Mabel’s farm are draught horses, beasts of burden, work horses, and worth going out of one’s way to see. We describe the grand stature (16 hands) of  Clydesdales, Percherons, and Shires.  At country fairs on the prairies, one can see contests of strength with draught horses pulling tractors or logs.  Real horse power.  Then I ask:  Has anyone here bought or sold a horse or attended a horse auction?  Usually someone answers yes.  I ask those students to try to recall if any of the horse sales were later found not to be good bargains.  I suggest those students can have a moment to think about this and promise to return to it in a minute.  This is also a good moment to state that Lawrence uses horses in another of his works, “St. Mawr,” as symbols for sexuality. 

As we taxi down the runway and await clearance, I switch to discussing used car deals.  This is like checking the weather conditions.  Q.:  Anyone ever buy a lemon?  Ever sell one?  What measures does one take to try to turn a profit in selling anything?  A. Wash it, tidy or dress it up.  Q.: What are some gimmicks used by real estate agents to sell a house? Usually students know a few of these: putting a drop of perfume on a light bulb, leaving a lamp on in the living room, trimming the lawn, etc.  One student reported that no prospective buyer took a second look at her family’s house until a couple came to view it while she was baking peanut butter cookies, and they bought it--signed the deal on the spot, while eating the warm cookies.  We’re off.

At this point I return to the students who have experienced a horse auction or sale to have them tell about any less than scrupulous deals.  One student said she’d paid thousands of dollars for a horse that proved unrideable.  Another said, rather blurting it out, that his uncle, aware that his horse had a terminal disease, had sold the horse as perfectly sound.  The horse gradually declined to the new owner’s dismay, and within a few months it died. 

If the students can’t supply any further stories, I tell a few.  How and why horses are drug tested at the track daily during racing season.  Students are employed and paid well to collect urine samples from the horses and a couple of RCMP do the tests each morning because drugs are used to alter horses’ performance.  Apparently buyers of horses are frequently easily gulled.  One outrageous story was told me recently by a student.  A buyer in a small city was interested in purchasing a horse, so a seller loaded his brown mare, with a white marking down its face, into his one-horse trailer and drove it to the city.  The seller and prospective buyer met in the parking lot of a motel, where the horse was unloaded from the small, single-horse trailer.  The buyer looked at the horse, said it looked fine, and asked the price.  The seller said “I was hoping to get around $600 for her.”  The prospective buyer looked dismayed.  “My friends told me a good horse sells for around $8 or 900.”  The seller turned to his friend who had accompanied him. “ Take this horse back to the trailer and bring out the other one,” he said. While the seller occupied the buyer with a little small talk, the friend led the horse to the rear of the trailer, rattled the ramp a little, and returned a moment later with the same horse.  The buyer quickly agreed to purchase this horse and happily handed over the cash--$800.  He clearly believed, as Robert B. Cialdini notes in Influence most of us do, that “expensive equals good.”    

At this point we swing around and land again.  On our next takeoff, we discuss ideas “in the air” in Lawrence’s time.  Q.  Who were the major thinkers at the beginning of the century?  What major ideas were in the air?  A.  Darwin-- the survivors of a species are those that adapt; Marx--class differences and pressures; and Freud--the notion of the subconscious, of unconscious motivations, having some control over our actions.  If I suggest they think of other disciplines, the students come up with these three names.  I also remark that some feminist critics do not think kindly of Lawrence’s treatment or depiction of women and ask the students to ponder that idea in relation to Mabel.  We save this topic for discussion later.  (I like to tantalize a little--not bare all, but suggest more will be revealed.)

And up we go again.  I remind them on this takeoff of a warning I issued before they read the story: to remember that it is set in England, not, for example, in Texas or Montana or the Canadian West.  Q.  The title: the horse dealer’s daughter.  Why a horse dealer?  Often there is no response.  Prompt:  British people often use different words like “petrol” for “gas”, and “boot,” “bonnet” and “headlamp” for other car part names.  What do we, in North America, call a person who deals in horses?  If the students can’t answer this, I ask, “What is the name of the weekly auto sales publication?”  A.  The Auto Trader.  Now we are into horse trades and traders, but back we go in our circuits to used cars or  “Previously owned vehicles” as a local dealership calls them.  We talk about the risks in buying a used car-- that the car might have hidden undercarriage damage, that the odometer might have been turned back (one student explained that if the numbers on the odometer do not line up in an even straight line, someone has tampered with it)--unless the buyer takes precautions: has the car checked out by another mechanic, gets the name of the previous owner and call him/her, does a careful test drive, and so on.  I add that a horse deal is a final sale with no refund, no exchange.

On this circuit we consider the relationship presented in the title.  Why the horse dealer’s daughter? Mabel’s father is not in the story.  He has already died.  In what way could the relationship be more important than just helping to set up a predicament for Mabel --a good manager now out of a job?  Before they can answer this I tell a few very old (turn of the century) and very weak jokes--not good for a laugh, but good to make a point: 

            She was only a butcher’s daughter, but she knew all the joints.  (Note the pun relies on the British term for a roast of meat.)

            She was only a mathematician’s daughter, but she knew how to figure.

            She was only a geometer’s daughter, but she knew all the angles.

In desperation to avoid having to hear any more of these shabby excuses for humour, someone usually rescues the class with “Maybe Mabel knows a few of her father’s tricks of the trade.”  (There are many of these jokes and most of them are rather salty; e.g. “She was only a vicar’s daughter but she knew how to curate.”  And “She was only an admiral’s daughter, but her naval base was full of seamen.”   A war veteran refused to share any of them with me, for fear of giving offense.  When I finally found a older man whom I persuaded would not be offending me if he shared some of these jokes, he told me these and the most pertinent one:  “She was only a horse dealer’s daughter, but all the horse manure.” ) 

These jokes are worth remembering when studying Joyce’s stories “The Dead” and “The Boarding House.” Lily, who opens the door in “The Dead,” and who has discovered, unsettling Gabriel’s complacency, that “The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you” is “the caretaker’s daughter.”  And Mrs. Mooney in “The Boarding House” is, we are told at the outset, a butcher’s daughter.  These women are “in the know” about the ways of the world.  Ibsen’s Hedda Gabler is also called “her father’s daughter, and in “A Doll’s House” Ibsen asks if the children of Krogstad and of Nora be like their parents, as well as asking if Nora is like her slightly shady father.  Like father, like daughter is the idea.  It is also very likely that those old jokes were known to Joyce and Lawrence since the jokes were part of their time. 

Why has the horse dealer’s business declined?  The story was first printed in 1922.  Why would a horse dealer’s family have slipped into poverty?  A. Horses were replaced with automobiles and tractors.  Mabel’s father had taken another step to try to fend off poverty: “The old man had married a second time to retrieve his fortunes.” It is also possible that a few of Mabel’s father’s last deals, maybe made in desperation, were less than satisfactory and his reputation had slipped too.

We are almost ready to just ride the wind.  But first we must do one practice “stall of the engine.”  I ask who has brothers or sisters.  Many do.  I pick one male and ask him to think of his sister.  I ask, do you always treat your sister with loving kindness?  Some of the responses to this are almost alarmingly honest.  I offer a scenario:  you’ve got permission to have the family car for this Saturday night, but your sister had asked for it too.  Ask her, since you should show interest, but without caring much at all, how she is going to get to work.  (Most of the men in the classroom will volunteer to do this, believe it or not.)  Feel a  little smug and imagine spitting on the floor.  Now read Joe’s line.

Poor Mabel.  None of her brothers really care what she does.

Engine restarted.  I ask.  “Who came to the university in September from out of the city and left behind your home and family?”  Then, “What do you have an urge to do when you feel sad?  What did you do at the end of the first week of university--when you were feeling lost on the campus and feeling alone in large crowds, paying too much for textbooks, seeing how much work you were expected to do, and wondering if you ought to be here at all?”  A. Called home-- if not went home.  I tell them on bad days I still say, “I want my mother.”  I want that person who will say “There, there, it will be all right.”  Where does Mabel go?  And, yes, before leaving town she should tidy the grave; she has a useful reason.  Mabel is very close to despair.  She’s had fairly good times, then hard times, having had to “demean herself . . . going into shops and buying the cheapest food.”  But this is the lowest she has felt.  No one cares what happens to her.  Whatever her fate will be, when she sets off to the cemetery  on “the grey, wintry day”, we are told “She would not cast about her.  She would follow her own way just the same.  She would always hold the keys of her own situation.”

No one alive cares for her, except that Fergusson, coming to say his goodbyes to her brothers, his buddies, did seem to care.  Certainly, when he asked “What are you  going to do then, Miss Pervin?”  it was with genuine concern, with sincere human sympathy.  We have no reason to believe a notion has entered Mabel’s mind.  But reconsider her predicament a moment.  Her choices are to be a babysitter in her sister’s house, or, if her luck will have it, to find herself a husband.  

A kindly man has just addressed her.  Her reaction may be delayed but we can guess it will cross her mind to have a little sympathy for him--he’s losing his buddies, suffering from a cold, and, say, isn’t he a bachelor? 

We’re finally cruising now, and everyone is a little relaxed so I pick a  female student, preferably one with long hair to conceal any embarrassment, and ask her to help me.  We are about to fly over the cemetery.  I ask her to kneel on the floor and keep busy picking weeds and to stay there until I call on her.  If she looks ill at ease, and usually she does, the students begin to feel a little sorry for her.  I draw this moment out for a bit by asking about Fergusson’s circumstances.  He’s going to miss his buddies, he has a cold and feels rotten, he is a relative newcomer to the town, “a mere hired assistant,” he has to do the more tedious chores, and lives with a landlady and goes home for lunch. “The doctor’s house was just by the church.”  Does he take lunch at the same time every day, do you think? Do doctor’s offices have set hours for patients’ visits?   “Fergusson . . .  was slave to the countryside.  As he hurried now to attend to the outpatients in the surgery. . . he saw the girl. . . . “   Anyone been to England?  Where are many of their cemeteries?  Those students who have been to England tell us that the churchyard is often on the main street. “There she always felt secure, as if no one could see her, although as a matter of fact she was exposed to the stare of everyone who passed by.”  Through all this, the students do not forget the poor student kneeling in the aisle.  I begin walking from one part of the room, sniffling, and say I’m feeling a little sorry for myself, and it’s a dull, cold day, but look, there is something or someone moving in the churchyard.  (Our eyes are caught by movement--observe any one passing a television set on which a car chase or hockey game is playing.) Forlorn Mabel catches Fergusson’s movement out of the corner of her eye and looks up as he approaches.  (The student does likewise.)  She looks up, forlornly, hopefully, almost beseechingly, the way a dog looks when he hopes his family will let him come with them in the car.  (The poor student does this well, since she wants off the floor.  No one has yet protested participating in this enactment; each seems to have appreciated it was a useful exercise.)  With luck, when I ask what Fergusson is feeling and thinking as he sees Mabel, the whole class does a collective “Aah!” with grand sympathy.  She stooped, she conquered.  Mutual sympathy has been achieved.  The poor student gets to resume her chair, and I remark that love, like the common cold apparently, “comes in at the eyes.”

We fly over the pond.  Anyone from a small town?  Yes.  Think of what you know of small town life for a moment.  Meanwhile, Mabel decides she has no choice, she will plod into the pond and go to her “glorification”  (martyrdom?) and join her mother.  Dr. F. is off “to visit cases in another part of his round.”  Same time every day?  A. “before teatime.”   How would Mabel know, if she does, where Dr. F will go?  Does he always go left out of the surgery and go clockwise on his rounds?  Could he go to the right today instead?  How do you know where he will go?  I direct this question to a student from a small town.  A. Mabel might know the route he will take because she has seen him in the last few days or she might know who is sick.  Yes, Mrs. Thatcher has had a baby only two days before and Mr. Majors has an infection on his leg from his farming accident.  Timing or coincidence?  Mabel says to herself, “If I drown, fine.  If I’m rescued by a knight in shining armour, fine.  Whatever.” 

She’s rescued.  We’ve been up in the air quite a while now.  It’s getting late.  Lights have begun to come on in all the houses below.  We fly low over an acreage dipping down towards the house.  Smoke is coming out of the chimney.

Mabel revives.  (Lawrence is too crafty to have made her “unconscious” by accident!) The flush cast by the firelight and the flush of her blood circulating double time thanks to adrenalin and whiskey make her look vibrant or at least vital.  I drape a scarf, preferably slippery material, over myself.  How would Fergusson have covered Mabel?  A. over the shoulders.  So when Mabel sits up what happens to the blanket?  Whoops--caught it.  But bare shoulders.  There is a perfume named “White Shoulders.”  Shoulders are sexy--consider strapless gowns and peasant--off the shoulder--blouses.  “Mabel, Mabel, sweet and able. . . .”  Animal instinct.  Sometimes at this point we swap stories about how girls behave when they flirt.  (At a wedding I attended recently a pretty young girl said the cowl neck of her sweater had got stretched and she couldn’t keep it up on her shoulder as she danced.  A bit stretched all right.) How, by the way, does Mabel cling to Fergusson’s knees and remain wrapped in the blanket at the same time? 

It is almost dark.  Time to return to the airstrip.  Let’s do a little instrument flying first.  Scenario (addressed to the women students):  just as you come into the building one day you drop your books.  A kind fellow helps you gather them up.  What thought comes to mind first?  Nice guy!  Then what?  You look at him to say thank you. Next thought? Not bad!  Nice guy, and good looking.  Next thought?  Is he attached?  (The question asked of a handsome professor by a sweet young thing after his conference presentation in dashing military attire.) What do you do next?  The next week you arrive at the same time, in case he does too. (Remember when you were in junior high school, going out of your way  to sharpen your pencil as an excuse to walk near the fellow you liked?)  You see him coming down the hall and you (women do this) lick your lips to moisten them.  (There are lipsticks advertised as “giving you that just licked look.”)  He sucks in his stomach.  (Men of any age and size do this when an attractive woman walks by.)  You, in the style of shy--or maybe not so shy--Princess Di, tilt your head a little to one side, offering as much neck and open shoulder (compare to giving the cold shoulder to someone) as possible.  (Women do these things--by instinct-- when they wish to indicate interest.)  Alas, you merely pass each other with a small look of recognition and hasten to class.  Next week, you think, maybe I will speak to him. 

Find all the words in the story to do with enchantment, allure, mesmerizing, captivating, spellbound.  If Mabel were a modern woman, she might read Glamour  and give herself a make-over to beguile, charm.  But she merely relies on the usual charms to be fetching, alluring, attractive, en-tranc-ing.  To the medievals, to cast a glamour or spell on someone was to use a trick with the eyes.  Mabel couldn’t rely on her good looks or cheery good nature to attract Fergusson, but her cocker spaniel eyes and abject humility, the kneeling forlornly in a cemetery worked.  Now she kneels a second time in gratitude to her saviour.  (Note that she does put on her best dress at the story’s end, and that it is black.  Black is the colour women wear on New Year’s Eve, or for sexy dates.  Coincidentally, the dress is perhaps her mourning dress for her father.)

Decide for yourselves.  Did Mabel consciously or unconsciously use these subconscious feminine wiles or charms?  Does she avail herself of the opportunities presented to her?  Does she use charm?  Mabel, “bull-dog” stubborn, sulky, sullen Mabel?  Little girls learn to use charm on their fathers by the age of one.  But Mabel?  She is the least charming woman of any of the characters in our course.  She was desperate, he was eligible, and a little needy himself.  He took pity on her.  “A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love,” says W.B. Yeats.  When did Mabel realize Fergusson was eligible?  Answer:  when he dropped in to say a sad farewell to her brothers and, for the first time, took notice of her.  Remember, he asked, politely and with concern, what Joe had asked her in a merely dutiful way at the beginning.

“Proud”, “mindless and persistent” Mabel, with the instincts of an animal, stoops.  She stoops; she conquers.  Notice she does not use women’s last resort, the “ultimate weapon” until after the Perfect Kiss--”the one kiss that is an eternal pledge.” Fergusson sees one tear and embraces her to avoid having to see any more, but still feels the hot, wet tears on his cheek.  Notice too that Fergusson does not recognize his own “so low vibrating voice” when he says “I love you.”  (Think of how our voices change when we are having an intimate, romantic conversation.  Lawrence omits nothing in the romantic details, down to the hormonal lower voice!)

My son flies a Tutor jet.  The pilots call it PM--pure magic.  I don’t like to leave the students thinking Mabel is a manipulative woman because there is pure magic in this story.  There is no help for poor Dr. F.  He has been seduced-- which I define as an undermining or subverting of his will.  The good doctor (and aren’t all doctors knights in shining whites?) is a sympathetic, humane, service-minded physician.  His immune system is weakened by a cold. He is “mortally afraid for his own health” when he realizes he, a non-swimmer, has submerged himself in a dank, cold pond to save Mabel and risked pneumonia, a killer in those times.  And now he has Mabel offering herself on her knees and clinging to him.  While he may regret it in the morning, his fairy tale breaking-the-spell or sealing-with-a kiss is the stuff of true romances.  Mabel’s dependence, her vulnerability and gratitude make him an easy conquest.  

Why does Lawrence indicate, as Cassill expresses it, that “Quickly enough the doctor realizes that in spite of the transformation he must go on living in a world that has not been transfigured.   ‘How they would all jeer if they knew!  It was agony to him to think they might know’”(p 109).  How much will he tell Mabel’s brothers of what has just happened? It is important that students consider why he thinks they (her brothers, his friends from medical school, his family?) would jeer.  What’s wrong with falling in love with Mabel?  Nothing.  But what brought this on?  What gave this sexual awakening its opportunity?  When, exactly, does Fergusson see Mabel as a woman and not as a patient?

When Fergusson puts on the clothes Mabel throws down to him, he grins at his appearance.  He is wearing the clothes of a country farmer.  He likes having been brought into the earthiness of this family.  Mabel “in spite of herself” smiles when she sees him so dressed and says “ I don’t like you in those clothes.”  Mabel sees her brothers as coarse, “ineffectual”  (see paragraph 96), while Fergusson sees them as earthy and vital.  Mabel will rise in the world’s opinion, marrying a doctor.  Fergusson knows he will be the butt of jokes about “the farmer’s daughter.”

Will this marriage last? Will they live happily every after? Does this marriage stand a chance?  I remind the students that Lawrence believed in love-at-first-sight, and cross my fingers that they will agree with him.  But these are practical, sensible young people, today’s students, children of divorced parents, so often they reject that idea as nonsense.  Alas.  I tell them Lawrence had faith in it  and tell them a little about his marriage.  Both people in this romance are needy aren’t they?  Fergusson may have had his defenses lowered by his cold and losing his buddies, but he didn’t feel a full part of the town, envied the life of the common workers, felt on the margin, felt the life return to him (twice--as opposed to Mabel’s once).  When exactly did these two revivals occur? When he looked into Mabel’s eyes. (Notice that her first look at him, her habitual look, unnerved him.)  He had been thinking that he needed to “get a life.”  And there she was.  She will be a good wife, grateful forever, a good housekeeper, cook, manager of the budget--she’s had a lot of experience.  He will be the steady provider she needs.  Why not a good chance?  And both of them have just had a bite out of the apple.  Yes, sex.  The very idea is stimulating.  For both of them.  A physical awakening occurred here. Imagine the scenario: a successful rescue (adrenalin rushes); a fire in the fireplace; Mabel, on her knees, naked, clinging to her saviour, looking up at him imploringly.  Sex suggests itself under much less provocative circumstances.

Cassill sums this up: “When the doctor sees her wade into the cold, dead pond of course he rushes to save her.  It is the decent, humane, and practical thing to do, quite consistent with his ideas of duty.  But what happens to him in the pond where he is almost lost along with the unconscious girl happens without any respect for ideas of duty or any other ideas of any sort.  A transformation takes place that brings them into a confrontation where he is merely and entirely male, she merely and entirely female.”  Whether the physical transformation happened in the pond, as Cassill suggests, or after Mabel was revived, this physical recognition was obvious when Mabel was on her knees.

As we touch down, I tell the students the odds are that some of them will choose a mate because they feel sorry for the person-- they will play the role of social worker, nurse, mother or father.  And some of these will be long and satisfying relationships.  Others will marry strong, confident, talented, sociable, almost self-sufficient people because they see the chink in the armour, the weakness, the vulnerability at the heart and wish to think, “I will be there for you when you need me.” 

Taxiing down the runway, I ask has Mabel made a good deal for herself?  Has Dr. F?  Has he merely traded her brothers’ company for hers?  Is she her father’s daughter? Did Mabel employ a trick when she said, “You love me then?”  What ignites love?  Answer: that the other person shows interest in you. 

What is Mabel’s last instinctively feminine concern, by the way?  My hair,  oh it’s too awful.  It stinks of the slough and I must look a sight.  You can’t love me, you can’t.  But he does.  And what about that last line?  “’No, I want you, I want you,’ was all he answered, blindly, with that terrible intonation which frightened her almost more than her horror lest he should not want her.”  “The look of love alarms,” says William Blake. The look of Passion can be frightening.  And, as my colleague Marian Allen noted, maybe her trick has worked too well.  Maybe that’s what frightens her.  All sales are final, no refunds, no exchanges here. Mabel has been promised marriage--a promise no self-respecting man of his time would dare to break.  (Breach of promise was cause for a lawsuit.)  We can tie down our plane and file our flight log.  We’ve had a grand flight, completed an exercise, and enjoyed the pleasures of soaring at the same time.

Other questions remain to be discussed, in our debriefing: the animal imagery used to describe Mabel and  her brothers (why is she a mere bulldog, when her brothers are beasts of burden or of use?  Note that Malcolm is described as having a snout --a museau.) In her article “’The (Boar)ding House’: Mrs Mooney as Circe and Sow,”  Barbara McLean notes the pig imagery in that story.  Lawrence settles for horses, serviceable sturdy draft horses.  He settles for a bulldog of a woman who is in need of a husband for security.   We also consider the reason the title is generic, a no-name one, and not Mabel’s specifically.   We examine the symbolism of the dunking in the pond--a return to the womb for Mabel, a baptism for Fergusson.   We need to consider carefully Lawrence’s very clever use of a shift in centered consciousness point of view, to note that the beginning of the story is omniscient, the next section is from Mabel’s point of view (the seller) and from the meeting of their eyes in cemetery scene to the end, the point of view is Fergusson’s  (the purchaser). This is a remarkable shift, from the perspective of the seller to that of the purchaser who has been sold and believes himself to have struck a good bargain.  We need to do a feminist appraisal of the story--to consider if Lawrence is hard on Mabel, whether we could use this story to defend Lawrence against charges that he is a misogynist, and to try to define what love is to D. H. Lawrence (Communion).  We also need to consider the effects of the class structure (does it matter that Mabel will be marrying “up” and Fergusson marrying “down”?) and double standard.  Why does Lawrence include the details of “the women in the kitchen might have bad reputations” and that Mabel’s brothers “might have illegitimate children”?

Cassill’s remark that Fergusson crossed the gulf to a fuller, more natural life needs discussion.  In Lawrence’s era, many of the middle and upper class men were “stiff-necked stuffed shirts.”  They wore heavily starched collars, believed that “breeding tells”--meaning education and bloodlines and manners.  Women believed this too.  A woman who lived with literally red-necked out -doorsy men might not be quite so fussy and tidy about her hair being down, literally, so Mabel might have had appeal just doing the dishes.  She’d look lively rather than sedate and demure.  Fergusson envied the men who laboured, using their muscles, but he was from another class, the starched gown he wore in his clinic restricted his physical self as did his Sunday suit.  Clearly for Lawrence loosening up the shirt collars, removing the studs and cuff links and watch chains,  and the equivalent for women of removing the hat and hairpins and letting their long hair down is a part of abandoning the superficial.  Women, in the day of the story, were shortening their skirts, heading into the twenties and a little ankle could be shown without appearing to be daring and defiant.  Note that Fergusson as he “relentlessly” watches Mabel ascend the stairs, takes note of “her feet and her white leg.”

Lawrence believed in living “spontaneously.”  We can understand this idea by just thinking of the times in our lives when we respond to something as we feel about it--not to please someone else, and not to avoid displeasing someone else.  He’s not talking about “letting your anger out” as when a motorist who’s had someone cut in in front of him then tailgates another.  He’s talking about the moments when we do not behave as is expected by others in our various roles, but let ourselves respond--presumably nonaggressively.  What behaviours in this love story are examples of responding spontaneously?  Immanuel Kant wrote, “Life is the faculty of spontaneous activity, the awareness that we have power.”  It is possible that Lawrence had this in mind.

Cassill writes,  “The doctor has given up the superficial definitions of himself as doctor and man, has allowed himself to be redefined (or transfigured) as a primarily physical being.  He can know himself truly by his response to the woman and her offer of physical love.”  Given that Lawrence believed in “love at first sight” and that Fergusson’s need for a friend and mate is a genuine need and that he and Mabel have both tugged at the heart strings of the other, to what extent does the above about Fergusson’s superficial definitions of himself apply?  Would he have dived in over his head to rescue Mabel and risked his life if his self-definition were merely superficial?   Isn’t the kiss a sexually awakening moment for both of the characters? 

Finally we need to compare Mabel with other pre-liberation women we’ve met in literature who needed to get themselves a husband (Faulkner’s Emily who tarnished her reputation by closing the door, unchaperoned, to her house while keeping company with Homer, Lizzie and Mrs. Borden in Sharon Pollock’s “Blood Relations”, James Joyce’s Polly in “The Boarding House” and her mother’s shotgun (cleaver) marriage arrangement, Mrs. Bennet and her daughters in Pride and Prejudice.) 

“The Horse Dealer’s Daughter” is particularly worth comparing to Joyce’s story “The Boarding House.”  That story, written in 1914, is about a mother who shares the plight of Austen’s Mrs. Bennet.  Mrs. Mooney must marry off her daughter before the young thing can have her reputation besmirched.  Conveniently, Mrs. Mooney is a butcher’s daughter.  And she’s been a butcher herself.  Mrs. Mooney knows her cuts of meat.  She can size up a carcass and she knows where to make the first cuts and how to proceed efficiently.  She keeps her knives sharpened.   As Fritz Senn notes in “’The Boarding House’ Seen as a Tale of Misdirection”(James Joyce Quarterly, 1986), Joyce’s story relies on the reader filling in the gaps.  We see none of the heavy action.  We make inferences about what occurs in the night upstairs.  We assume what Mrs. Mooney will say to Mr. Doran in their little chat.  We assume what will follow.  And as Senn points out, we may assume too much.  It is possible poor Polly’s reputation will be tarnished just because she has been seen with Mr. Doran while she was in her nightclothes.  Whether anything more daring occurred, is immaterial.  Polly’s situation is similar to that of Faulkner’s Emily.  Emily rode out with Homer and then had the audacity to take him to her house and close the door, unchaperoned. The townspeople make assumptions, perhaps their only correct ones, because Emily did unwisely, though perhaps purposefully, leave herself open to gossip.  Emily’s cousins try to force the issue.  But they haven’t the clout to do what Polly’s mother has her cleaver ready to accomplish.

Lawrence’s Mabel would understand Mrs. Mooney.  Both women can recognize good breeding stock.  Mabel’s situation has some likeness to Polly’s and Emily’s.  She needs a good provider, who will not only keep her financially secure but will also give her social status.  Emily’s last chance led her to go so far as to “fall.”  Polly “had to get married.”  Mabel doesn’t have to go so far.  Mabel will find the world a trial without her family and she knows it.  Her brothers spit out the bad taste their duty to her causes them.  She seems to have only two choices.  She will be a burden to her sister and an unpaid maid and nanny or she will be a paid servant in some stranger’s household.  She’s suffered one come down in the world already in the decline of the family fortunes, and she’d rather sink in the pond than sink any further.  One man asks her with sincere regard what she is going to do, and she senses a possible alternative.  Lawrence makes clear that no pushy stage mother is needed for a twenty-eight-year-old woman.   Mabel has managed a household for ten years.  She can manage her own affairs.  She won’t even need to rely on her brothers to ensure standards of propriety are met.  She is, after all, a horse dealer’s daughter.

Mabel’s story is both a con-- a horse deal-- and a legitimate love story.  Mabel seduces Fergusson with all the horse trading tricks she knows.  Her knowledge of these things is almost innate.  Feminine wiles are instinctive.  Mabel has a barnful of them.  Her animal instincts arouse Fergusson’s. She’s an heir to the tricks of the trade; her father knew horseflesh.  Lawrence establishes that Mabel will take some kind of action, is prepared to die rather than become a skivvy, paid or unpaid, and will lower herself to her knees at least and failing that sink herself in the pond, though she has a small hope that the sympathy she heard and saw might come to her rescue. Then Lawrence turns his attention to an almost equally needy man.  The second half of the story is Fergusson’s.  And it is a “falling” in love story.  Fergusson falls.  Off his high horse.  Head over heels.  Almost drowns in it.  Note that the first kiss is “the one kiss that is an eternal pledge.”  Note that the second, asked for, makes him angry.  He needs her almost more than she needs him and that’s not easy to accept.  He knows he’s already taken the bit.           

Lastly, we discuss the question: If you save someone’s life, who owes whom a debt?   (The answer surprises most students: that if we take responsibility for someone’s life, we owe that person a lifelong debt, not the other way around.)

Teaching this story is a pleasure if one footnotes it as it requires for today’s students.  Cassill writes: “If this story does not seem paradoxical to most students, it will mean they are not getting it at all.  It is paradoxical that love could be born so contrarily to the intents of the personalities involved.”  But there is no paradox in Mabel’s intentions.  Students should have no difficulty understanding Mabel’s “Do you love me then?” if they have been a little prepared to understand the story’s contexts.

(Most anthologies must rely on the same early edition of the story, since most use, within the story, two spellings of Fergusson.)

Reference List:

Cassill, R.V. The Norton Anthology of Short Fiction, Fourth Edition, Instructor’s Handbook for the Complete and Shorter Editions. Fourth Edition. New York: W.W. Norton & Co.,1990.

Cialdini, Robert B.  Influence: Science and Practice.  Third Edition.  New York: HarperCollins College Publishers, 1993.

Lawrence, D. H. “The Horse Dealer’s Daughter” The Harbrace Anthology. Eds. Stott et al. Toronto: Harcourt Brace & Co., 1994.

McLean, Barbara. “The (Boar)ding House’: Mrs. Mooney as Circe and Sow” James Joyce Quarterly. Winter,1991.

Senn, Fritz.  “’The Boarding House’ Seen as a Tale of Misdirection”, James Joyce Quarterly, 23.4. 1986.

Appendix:

Horse Trading:  Notes to Accompany “The Horse Dealer’s Daughter”

Some horses are more ridable than others; some “go into harness” more readily than others.  America is sometimes said to be founded on horse trading--selling something to make a profit.  Horse traders, like used car salesmen, sometimes use tricks to dupe or sting a buyer.  These tricks are especially used at auctions and in private sales by people wishing to get rid of an unsatisfactory horse. 

The following are some tricks, courtesy of Darwin Matkea, which have been used and are still used today in Alberta:

--an old horse’s teeth are filed down with a carpenter’s rasp (horses, like people, get “long in the tooth” as they age--the gums recede, the teeth do not continue to grow)

--drugs, “downers” :  A small amount, say 7 grams, of a tranquilizer is administered.  If the buyer is  aware and alert, he will notice the ears will bend and droop a little, the horse’s eyes will be glassy, and it will sweat.  Even a small dose will cause the horse to sweat on the side of its neck.

--drugs, “uppers” or steroids are administered for pep.  A sugar dose is effective for 72 hours.

--an unhealthy coat  can be “doctored” by shampooing it, brushing it, fluffing it, and adding a little motor oil to make it shine and to make it feel healthy.

--Vaseline is applied around the eyes and on the nose

--bald spots are spray painted with model paint

Tricks, courtesy of Jennifer Hidson:

 1. If a horse is not quite small enough to be a pony, that is, 14.3 hands, sellers will often try ways to make it smaller.  For example, they will trim its hooves very short and put on very thin shoes.  Another good trick they’ll use if they know the horse is to be measured is to have a heavy person ride the horse in the auction ring.  They also will have taught the horse to drop its shoulders when someone approaches with a measuring stick.

2.  A drug is injected in a horse’s neck so that the horse will not pull down on a person’s hands while he/she is trying out the horse.

3.  If the horse is very energetic, the seller will work it very hard the day before and the morning the prospective buyer comes to see it.

4.  If the horse is sluggish, the seller can give it an iron supplement that is sold in stores called Red Glow or a prescribed vitamin supplement.

5.  To make the horse’s coat seem shiny, the seller will bath the horse, work it so it sweats a little, leave a blanket on it, then brush the horse and spray it with Glow Shine and put baby oil in its tail to make it shine.

--A friend bought a horse for $4000 with the idea that it was a race horse, but all it was good for was for a child’s pony ride. 

--William Faulkner has a fictional character use a bicycle pump to inflate a scrawny horse to make it appear healthy. Darwin says this has been done here. (Veterinarians actually use this technique with a syringe to move a bubble of air on a horse.  Why I don’t know.)--One story of “just desserts” was told me by a cowboy and farrier near Westlock, Mel Kroetsch.   A man in the Westlock area sold an almost unrideable, intractable black horse as a rideable, gentle horse.  When the buyer learned he had been duped, he dyed the horse’s white ankles with hair dye, so that the horse seemed completely black,  and offered it for sale to the original buyer, who bought it back, not realizing it was the same horse he had just “unloaded” weeks earlier!

Note: One term, after we had studied this story, one of my students, a pert young woman was grinning to herself in the back row as the class began.   With about twenty minutes of class left, she began to fidget.  Before I had finished my last sentence and closed my book, she was out of her chair and making a beeline for the door.  The next day before class, she asked if she might leave a few minutes early.  I asked her if there was someone special taking classes in one of the rooms down the hall.  With only the slightest blush, she said, “Yes.”  She was hoping to be “at the ready” should the nice fellow pass our classroom again.  She hoped to meet him.  “You understand Mabel’s story, don’t you?” I said.  “Oh, yes,” she said. 


 Donnelly  (Roud 863) --  Mary Delaney

"This is one of the many songs in the tradition telling how the underdog turns the tables on his/her supposed superiors by using their sexual prowess.  An early version of this appeared in 1616 in a collection entitled Merry Drollery, as Roome for a Jovial Tinker or Old Brass to Mend; it was later included in John Farmer’s Merry Songs and Ballads. The ‘box of pepper’ in Mary’s first verse refers to a practice once carried out by unscrupulous horse dealers, of livening up a docile horse for sale by applying pepper or mustard to the appropriate part of the unfortunate animal’s anatomy."

There was a jolly knacker* and he had a jolly ass,

And he stuffed his box of pepper up the jolly ass’s arse.

Oh then, brave done Donnelly, good enough, says she,

Oh then, well done Donnelly, and you're my man, says she.

 

There was an old woman in the corner over eighty years or more.

And, "For God Almighty's sake", she says, "will you solder my old po?"

Oh then, "Well done Donnelly, good enough", says she.

Oh then, "Well done Donnelly, and you’re my man", says she.

 

I soldered in the kitchen and I soldered in the hall,

And when I finished soldering I done the ladies and all.

Oh then, "Brave ould Donnelly, good enough", says she.

Oh then, "Brave O’Donnelly, and you’re my man", says she.

 

She sent me up the stairs for to dress the tinker’s bed,

The jolly knacker followed after me and tripped me on the leg.

Oh then, "Well done Donnelly, good enough", says she.

Oh then, "Well done Donnelly, and you’re my man", says she.

 

If you’re an honest woman as I took you for to be,

You’d have a basket on your arm and a kid belonging to me,

Oh then, "Well done Donnelly, good enough", says she.

Oh then, "Well done Donnelly, and you’re my man", says she.

 

I am a jolly tinker oh, for ninety years or more;

And a divil a finer job, me lad, I never done before.

Oh then, "Brave ould Donnelly, g’out that sir", said she.

Oh then, "Well done Donnelly, and you’re my man", said she.

[*Knacker: Originally a horse for slaughter but also used for tinsmith (often now a general word for traveller).]

Ref: Merry Songs and Ballads, John S Farmer, 1897, Privately printed

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 Other notes:

--Note:  In Roberts and Jacobs’ 2nd Compact Edition Literature: An intro. to Reading and Writing, 2003  in a ”student” essay,  p. 406.  “Most important about the love is that it fulfills Lawrence’s idea that it is dedicated commitment that gives life meaning.”  I disagree.    These were two needy people and they have found love, but that is not the most important thing in this story. 

--Lawrence (Norton Antho.. p 1583): Lawrence . . . opposed everything modern civilization stood for, developing his gospel of psychological wholeness and championing the instinctual against the rational on the ground that the dry, mechanical quality of the analytic reason had helped to destroy personality and make true human relationships impossible.  To redress the balance, he spoke of drawing on the dark centers of the unconscious, of trusting the blood rather than the brain; but he never advocated mindlessness as such, urging rather its proper place in a new synthesis of personality.  His main concern was always with human relationships, with the possibility of genuine human contract, uncorrupted by barren intellectualism or by any of the other mechanizing forces of modern civilization.  The  theme of his novels came to be more and more the possibilities of love in contemporary life.  Lawrence's interest in the relation between the sexes and the frank way in which he explored the mysteries in such relationships-- he believed that the greatest wonder and myself of love was the recognition by one partner of the core of otherness in the other, and that a true sex relationship offered this, not a romantic “merging”-- led to his being misunderstood and reviled.

   


Kipling's "Envoi: Things As They Are"

A Question  Regarding Kipling’s “L’Envoi” and Various Uses of “Things as They Are”


“One minute in the life of the world is going by.  Paint it as it is.” --attributed to Cezanne, cited in G by John Berger.

“Common sense is seeing things as they are; and doing things as they ought to be.” --Harriet Beecher Stowe

"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."-- Anais Nin (02/21/1903 – 01/14/1977) French-US diarist

 

L’Envoi

--Rudyard Kipling   1865- 1936  (from The Seven Seas, pub’d 1937)

 

When Earth’s last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried,

When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died,

We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it-- lie down for an aeon or two,

Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew!

 

And those who were good shall be happy:  they shall sit in a golden chair;

They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets’ hair;

They shall find real saints to draw from--Magdalene, Peter, and Paul;

They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all!

 

And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame;

And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame;

But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,

Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are!

 

It’s cheering that Kipling is undergoing a little reevaluation and that the low esteem in which much of his work was held for a several decades may be revised upwards.  Lines from Kipling, who knew “the savage wars of peace,” and who knew the horrors of war, came readily to mind with the conflicts in Iraq.  A review (about 2000) by Andrew Lycett in the Sunday Times of David Gilmour’s The Long Recessional: The Imperial Life of Rudyard Kipling notes that Kipling’s work was cited during the Afghanistan crisis.  Apt lines or phrases from the work of this man of “intelligence, passion, and flair”(Lycett) sprang to many minds during the crises of the last ten years such as lines from his “Recessional.”  In “Land of Our Birth,” Kipling beseeches his God with pleas for guidance:“O help thy children when they call;/ That they may build from age to age/ An undefiled heritage. .  .  Teach us . . . Forgiveness free of evil done,/ And love to all men ‘neath the sun.” 

Along with millions in Great Britain, and in Russia and elsewhere, Kipling believed in the Imperial empire.   But he wasn’t without good sense. He may have felt superior to the “primitive” people of the far reaches of the Empire, but he was staunchly insistent that all Brits set a very fine example of the best and most “civilized” behaviour.  It is important to remember who the audience was that Kipling (and Conrad) wrote for-- builders of one sort of dominion or other. Kipling “is an English man” for better and for worse.  But the criticism of his fellows, in sneers meant to sear, in “White Man’s Burden” and other poems, occasionally seems overlooked.

 Kipling knew that to “Take up the White Man’s Burden--” was to

            “ . .  . reap his old reward:/

            The blame of those ye better,/

            The hate of those ye guard/

            The cry of hosts ye humour/

            (Ah, slowly!) toward the light . . .  . 

and he warned that those “silent, sullen peoples/ Shall weigh your Gods and you.”  (Kipling seems to me very much against the assumption that White men know best and must carry the load for or lead and guide anyone else, and that that is readily apparent in his sarcasm in this poem and elsewhere, but I am aware his attitude has been hotly debated.)  I do not believe as, among other far out readings of Kipling, Time magazine once wrote, when speaking of the “sad, self-pitying Whiffenpoof Song” [Gentlemen-Rankers] being based on “one of Kipling’s glamourizations of the white man’s burden.”  Kipling bought into the Empire as a good thing, but he is often snide about British/ white acceptance of their superiority.  Certainly it is impossible to miss that his tone is sarcastic or ironic in that poem.

His poem “L’Envoi” also concerns weighing our Gods, and it was a popular Kipling work, no doubt because it seems open to widely differing interpretations, but two interpretations found in old school textbooks seem misleading.  An envoi is a short, concluding stanza of certain French verse forms, such as the ballade, originally serving as a postscript dedicating the poem to a patron and later as a pithy summation of the poem.  The word “envoy,”  from the French “envoier” -- “to send,”  means “a sending away” or “conclusion.”   In his poem’s title, Kipling uses the term with the definite article, so perhaps we may safely conclude Kipling is sending a message that is his wish for the phrase “things as they are “ to come to a conclusion.  Given the interpretation, the commentary, and questions in the two dated high school English textbooks, it seems some readers did not quite get the message.  This little sending deserves a little further study. 

In Modern Literature for Schools (Toronto: Copp Clark, 1937, p.335), H. R. Leaver of Eastwood H.S., the editor, prefaced this poem with these remarks:

Kipling assumes that we are going to get another opportunity to work after the world’s work is over.  When this chance comes, all the difficulties that meet us in the work of our earthly life will vanish.  This is a new point of view, for most writers who tell about the next life deal with it as a period of rest.  The Greeks and the Arabs thought of it this way.  The old Vikings thought of it as a condition where wars would be fought without the accompanying evils.  Our Indians spoke of the Happy Hunting Grounds.  Kipling speaks of painting pictures, but you must understand that he means all kinds of work. 

The questions Leavey poses for students following the poem also suggest his interpretation:

1. Why do people work?  Would people work if all the necessities of life were provided for them?

2.  What would be the motive for working hard in the after life that Kipling imagines?

3.  Discuss praise, blame, money, fame, as motives for work.

4.  What does he mean by “God of Things as They Are?”

The latter question is the one that indeed needs asking.  In another high school textbook, Creative Living, Book V, (Toronto: W. J. Gage & Co., abt. 1955), used in Alberta high schools in the later 50s, the editor, E. W. Buxton, poses these questions about the poem:

            For Discussion .   .  . 

1. In this enchanting little picture of the artist’s heaven, Kipling is presenting his view of the true artist in a favorable environment.  What does he consider to be the purpose of art?  the qualities of the competent artistic critic?  the difficulties faced by the artist?

2.  To what extent do you agree with Kipling?  In what ways do his ideas seem to resemble those of other writers in this section? (a section on the arts)

3.  Certain critics suggest that Kipling wrote this little poem to ridicule the artist  who excuses his lack of real accomplishment by saying that his tools are imperfect, his environment unsatisfactory, or his critics unfair.  What is your opinion?

It is easy to see why the two text editors would find the poem appealing and include it in their anthologies.  Its rhythm should be attractive to teenage students and the era of these two anthologies allowed the inclusion of works containing suggestions of God and Heaven.  But this poem is not intended to be merely “an enchanting little picture of the artist’s heaven.”  It might have served both editors well to note the historical content of the poem.  The poem was written in 1919.  Had the two editors read a little more Kipling, or even just his poem “ White Man’s Burden,” they would have been alert to Kipling’s often ironic tone.  “L’Envoi” is ironic.  And it is very much directed to the artists and critics of the time.  It is indeed about painters, though it includes all artists and all of their critics. (The use of  “We” and “us” suggest this inclusiveness.)  Edmund Wilson believes Kipling saw all in tidy dichotomies, but this poem is a little mysterious and like “The White Man’s Burden,” not black and white.   The poem is as deliberately vague as the phrase, by 1937 a cliché, in the title.

Had either of the two editors recalled a little history of modern art, they would have been aware of the fuss in the art world over “things as they are.” (This fuss was to continue for much of the twentieth century, as the quotations below suggest.) They might have been closer to the truth had they assumed the phrase referred to realism or naturalism--that it might be applied to the writing of Flaubert or Zola.  But had they learned the phrase is ascribed to Cezanne, “the father of modern art,” they might have altered their interpretations.  And had they been acquainted with Gertrude Stein’s writing and a little cubist painting, the phrase might have taken on considerably different meaning-- the more likely one intended by Kipling. 

Kipling’s lack of enthusiasm for the phrase is understandable.  The phrase was “in the air”  in his era and made use of it by many people including Gertrude Stein and her painter friends.  Since Stein’s novel  Q. E. D., a work of 1903, which was not published until thirty years after it was written and in the intervening years was not seen by anyone but her brother, the novel certainly was not inspiration for Kipling’s poem.  It’s not that the poem has any connection to Stein’s novel, a book Richard Bridgman notes had for its subject “a dangerous one in 1903-- three young women in a passionate stalemate.” (Gertrude Stein in Pieces, p 40), but, after Stein’s death, Toklas and Van Vechten, noting the second last sentence of Stein’s book is “Can’t she see things as they are and not as she would make them is she were strong enough as she plainly isn’t,”  re-titled the novel Things as They Are.  Stein also used the phrase near the beginning of The Making of Americans:  “ . . . . now it had come to her, to see, clearly and freely things as they are and not as she wished them to be for her.” (33).  Stein’s use of the phrase apparently has to do with not seeing the world through rose- coloured glasses.  Bridgman says, “The sentence elevates clear vision over all else.  Whatever reality is, that must be accepted.” (p 41)  Given that Stein was writing a novel about Lesbians in a time in which any “queer” was up against public opinion, social mores and laws, and when the world had been reminded of this “deviant” behaviour only a decade before by the trial of Oscar Wilde, it is useful to think of the phrase as Stein used it.

It's useful to make a few whistle stops at a few others use of the phrase, starting with the first literary use of it.   Kipling’s use does connect in a sense to William Godwin’s use of the phrase in his novel titled Things As They Are (and subtitled: or The Adventures of Caleb Wiliams).   Godwin’s Preface to his novel states his purpose:

The following narrative is intended to answer a purpose, more general and important than immediately appears upon the face of it.  The question now afloat in the world respecting THINGS AS THEY ARE, is the most interesting that can be presented to the human mind.  While one party pleads for reformation and change, the other extols, in the warmest terms, the existing constitution of society.  It seemed as if something would be gained for the decision of his question, if that constitution were faithfully developed in its practical effects.  What is not presented to the public, is no refined and abstract speculation; it is a study and delineation of things passing in the moral world. It is now known to philosophers, that the spirit and character of government intrudes itself into every rank of society. But this is a truth highly worthy to be communicated to persons whom books of philosophy and science are never likely to reach. Accordingly it was proposed, in the invention of the following work, to comprehend, as far as the progressive nature of a single story would allow, a general view of the modes of domestic and unrecorded despotism by which man becomes the destroyer of man. If the author shall have taught a valuable lesson, without subtracting from the interest and passion, by which a performance of this sort ought to be characterized, he will have reason to congratulate himself upon the vehicle he has chosen. – May 12, `1794  [“This preface was withdrawn in the original edition, in compliance with the alarms of booksellers.” Godwin notes in his preface to the second edition]. 

Stein’s novel Q. E. D.  is, claims  Bridgman, governed by “Humour, compassion, objectivity.” ( p 40).  It is not written not with a confessional tone, notes Bridgman, but with ironic objectivity. (Liveright, p. x)  “Ironic objectivity” is part of the issue Kipling’s poem raises.  George Grant, with prescience, once wrote that the central concept of the twentieth century would be that of subjectivity versus objectivity. Perhaps it is the central concept in this poem.

Stein’s brother, who began to collect Cezanne’s painting in 1904, a year after she wrote Q.E.D., had said of Cezanne’s apple, “That is an apple for the first time.”  Yet Cezanne was an impressionist painter.  Doesn’t that mean he offered us what he saw as he saw it?  For Gertrude and Michael Stein, Cezanne had captured the “essence” of the apple.  And Stein had shifted from her earlier efforts to be objective into a subjective approach and voice that she maintained all the rest of her career. 

Several artists and writers commented on the need to see and portray the essence of things.  Oscar Wilde, in his Preface to Dorian Gray, offers his manifesto for artists.  The editors of The Oxford Anthology, Kermode et al, note that for Wilde, the “worshipper of artifice and elegance,” his manifesto “represents a dominant tendency in the artistic theory of that time and of some decades to come, derived in essence from, among other French Writers, Baudelaire and Flaubert, and perhaps ultimately from William Blake, or so he leads us to think in the last paragraph of De Profundis. . . :

“Time and space, succession and extension are merely accidental conditions of Thought.  The             Imagination can transcend them, and move in a free sphere of ideal existences.  Things, also, are in their essence what we choose to make them.  A thing is, according to the mode in which one looks at it. ‘Where others,’ says Blake, ‘see but the Dawn coming over the hill, I see the sons of God shouting for joy’. (A Vision of the Last Judgment. Wilde quotes from memory and approximately.)”(pp 1128-9). 

 Wallace Stevens too, at about the same time as Kipling’s poem, plays with the phrase.  His poem “The Man With the Blue Guitar” (1936-7) is a meditation on Plato’s shadows, and on art as superior to religion, and on the reality of thought and imagination. He refers to the song the guitarist is playing as a serenade and as a rhapsody (perhaps an allusion to Gershwin’s “ Rhapsody in Blue”):

            VI

            . . . The blue guitar

            Becomes the place of things as they are,

            A composing of senses of the guitar.

            XIV

            . . .            

            A candle is enough to light the world.


            It makes it clear.  Even at noon

            It glistens in essential dark.

 

            At night, it lights the fruit and wine,

            The book and bread, things as they are,


            In a chiaroscuro where

            One sits and plays the blue guitar.

            XV

            Is this picture of Picasso’s, this “hoard

            Of destructions,” a picture of ourselves,

 

            Now, an image of society?

            Things as they are have been destroyed. . . .

            XXVIII

            . . . .

            And things are as I think they are

            And say they are on the blue guitar.

            XX

            What is there in life except one’s ideas?

            . . . .

           

Of this poem, Stevens wrote:

In . . . Owl’s Clover, while the poems reflect what was then going on in the world, that reflection is merely for the purpose of seizing and stating what makes life intelligible and desirable in the midst of great change and great confusion.  The effect of Owl’s Clover is to emphasize the opposition between things as they are and things imagined;  in short, to isolate poetry. Since this is of significance, if we are entering a period in which poetry may be of first importance to the spirit, I have been making notes on the subject in the form of short poems . . . These short poems, some thirty of them, form. . . The Man With the Blue Guitar. . . This group deals with the incessant conjunctions between things as they are and  things imagined.  Although the blue guitar is a symbol of the imagination, it is used most often simply as a reference to the individuality of the poet, meaning by the poet any man of imagination.


The phrase was not only a dictum with the cubists and other artists, it was also, slyly, a part of the Imagist poets’  Manifesto.  They agreed they could all subscribe to poetry which was “hard and clear, never blurred nor indefinite” and which presented an image adding, “We are not a school of painters, but we believe that poetry should render particulars exactly and not deal in vague generalities, however magnificent and sonorous.  It is for this reason that we oppose the cosmic poet, who seems to us to shirk the real difficulties of his art.”

So what does it mean to paint or describe or see “things as they are”?  Obviously to different people it means different things.  Does it mean simply to see clearly, with “hard and clear, never blurred nor indefinite” vision and/ or to see the essence of things?    To Stein and Cezanne and to Picasso and Matisse and to a school or two of painters it had come to mean that things as they are have to do with a subjective reality. 

We do seem to have come to understand, as notes the diarist Anias Nin:  “We don’t see things as they are; we see them as we are.”

In what may or may not be a lucky accident, decades later, in her novel The Glassy Sea (Toronto: M & S, 1978), Marian Engel, in the two pages before the chapter entitled “Envoi,” writes:

You know, Philip , I thought being with Dr Stern might lead me to some big mystical experience.  I guess I’d read too much Jung.  But it didn’t; he was a logician.  I don’t remember much of what he did, except let me cry a lot, but when he really got me working on myself, what he did was lay out  reality like a deck of cards, so that instead of the mysterious id, I was contemplating what was; not  what had been, not what should be, but what was.

            And I guess that’s why I have to turn down your offer now, Philip.  I was forty-two years old yesterday and I am just beginning to look at what is.  I use the word “contemplate” to mean that, not as the  expression of a mystical attempt to achieve oneness with God, or Buddha-hood or the Tao.  Rosa Eglanteria a small, five-petal led pink rose, just that.  The field is a field that a variety of plants grow in.  A variety of birds nest in the plants and feed off the insects that live among the plants.  The seacoast has an ecology of its own.  The birds have names and functions, as do the gastropods and the cockles and the mussels.  I want to live here where a paved road is a paved road, a heron is a heron.  I want the bread on my table to be bread, not money, not something fattening, not the Body of Christ.  I have been offered a unique experience: the freedom to see things as they are. [my italics] I can walk down this road to Mac Moan’s listening not to the Nazis whispering in underground streams, but to birds and telephone wires and my own crunching steps.

            I do not, in other words, wish to see eternity.  I wish, for once, to see the here-and-now.  . . . I sidestepped truth in the arms of Asher,. . . When reality hit me in the face, I hid again.

            Finally , I’ve acquired a taste for it.  . . . 

            I don’t, like some philosophers, disapprove of mysticism. .  . . But knowing I am imperfect, knowing also that I am part of the universe and entitled to be, I wish to spend this part of my life seeing what  I can of the universe as it is, [my italics] rather than attempting the perfecting of my soul.  That is a worldly aim, Philip, but I need to be worldly.

            Once I hunted in the hearts of roses for what I was to be.  I tried to be a rose.  . . . Now I’m the crazy lady by the shore.  That is what I want to be. . .    leave me here, please, to dream my redemptive dream. (pp 143-4)


In reviewing the novel The Sportswriter by “dirty realist”  Richard Ford, Time magazine said Ford  has “an appreciation for things as they are.”

 The writers and painters mentioned above seem to define “things as they are” differently, but they are making a distinction between either reality and some sort of romanticizing things or between subjective and objective visions or realities.  Kipling’s criteria might be to paint “the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are!”  It is possible Kipling wrote the poem in response to some particular negative criticism of his work, and it is difficult to guess whether the dictum of “things as they are”  was a God Kipling wished to serve. In “Land of Our Birth,” Kipling does makes clear that only the judgment of one God ought to concern us:

            Teach us to look in all our ends

            On thee for Judge and not our friends;

            That we, with thee, may walk uncowed

            By fear or favour of the crowd.


Given his ironic approach to many subjects, and if it is true, that he was, as Kermode et al write:  “one who steadfastly preferred action and machinery to the prevalent Art for Art’s Sake, (Oxford Anthology, p. 2039),” it is possible the entire poem, “L’Envoi,” is ironic, and that Kipling’s shift in the poem from “The Master” to “the God of things as they are” suggests a criticism of that aim.   But it is clear that Kipling, a writer who criticized  many of his country’s imperial policies (as in “White Man’s Burden”) and who understood the motivations for the best and worst of human behavior (as in “Mary Postgate” with Mary’s unthinking revenge) and the need for artists to churn out work for money or those who did so in a desire for fame, wished to “call ‘em as he sees ‘em.”

We can be sure that Kipling despised artists or anyone else whose God was money.  Selected lines from a speech he gave to students at McGill, quoted by Edmund Wilson, honour a man who can’t be bought.  Kipling also rejected honours so fame was not his God. (p 131 Wilson)   

Wilson notes, in 1907, “the height of his popularity was passed.” Perhaps Kipling had been or was enduring criticism, as he did for his short story “Mary Postgate”(1915) of which  noted George Moore (as noted by Edmund Wilson (The Wound and the Bow: Seven Studies in Literature, NY: Oxford U. Press, 1965) “complained that it was too systematic and too technical, making it Portugal laurels where another writer would have simply written shrubbery would do” ( p 146).  Perhaps the poem is merely a reaction to criticism of his “vengeful“ stories, stories Wilson calls “hateful.”  Possibly the God of things as they are, is simply Kipling’s feelings--nasty or not, the way things are.  (“Mary Postgate” is very likely a wish- fulfilling story given that Kipling’s son was MIA in WWI in the year it was written.) 

What did Stein and Picasso and D. H. Lawrence mean by this phrase?  What does Paul Gray mean, more precisely, when he writes, “Successful art satisfies another human need than rationality -- the desire not to calculate but to know in the heart how things are.”   I would need both to review a great deal of art history and do a thorough scholarly study of a good deal more of Kipling’s 35 volumes of collected works to make a case for whether this poem is meant to be taken seriously (that the God of things as they are is the God or goal an artist must seek to satisfy) or whether the entire poem is ironic. But I know the two high school texts do the poem a disservice.  

Bierce’s remarks with overtones that may apply to Kipling’s work, more or less:

CYNIC, n.  A blackguard whose faulty vision sees things as they are, not as they ought to be. Hence the custom among the Scythians of plucking out a cynic's eyes to improve his vision.

ZIGZAG, v.t.    To move forward uncertainly, from side to side, as one carrying the white man's burden. (From zed, z, and jag, an Icelandic word of unknown meaning.)

ROMANCE, n.  Fiction that owes no allegiance to the God of Things as They Are. In the novel the writer's thought is tethered to probability, as a domestic horse to the hitching-post, but in romance it ranges at will over the entire region of the imagination -- free, lawless, immune to bit and rein. Your novelist is a poor creature, as Carlyle might say -- a mere reporter. He may invent his characters and plot, but he must not imagine anything taking place that might not occur, albeit his entire narrative is candidly a lie. Why he imposes this hard condition on himself, and "drags at each remove a lengthening chain" of his own forging he can explain in ten thick volumes without illuminating by so much as a candle's ray the black profound of his own ignorance of the matter. There are great novels, for great writers have "laid waste their powers" to write them, but it remains true that far and away the most fascinating fiction that we have is "The Thousand and One Nights."

“Things as they are” may mean “things as they now stand” (implying acceptance of a nasty lot), or  “things as we see them, not as we wish to see them,” or maybe Kipling’s interpretation of abstract art's leeway to represent feelings.  It’s not hard to imagine Kipling sneering through a monocle at artists giving themselves an excuse to smear paint about with no rhyme or reason—and he hadn’t seen work by Jackson Pollock.  But I am pretty sure Kipling’s poem is not about reaping one’s reward for one’s artistic work by earning a place in heaven—though it  well may be about how grand it will be to work in heaven, with no critic but God.  If someone can set me straight on whether Kipling was wrinkling his nose at or paying homage to the “God of things as they are,” please enlighten me. 

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