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The flashbacks and achronology also work to subvert plot progression, to stop time and problematize the textual position of potentially epiphanic revelations.
But the potential for success using any method of mourning is limited by the capacity of the "mourner" to comprehend, and to act on that comprehension - the former being a dead-end for Jean. The efficacy of elegiac fiction depends upon the inducement of mimpathic comprehension on the part of the reader, a goal which, despite her character's nature in this novella, Gallant is able to achieve with this novella.
Jean draws attention to her role as storyteller and elegist: As the survivor, the elegist stages a response to loss and grief, and works through mourning in the act of staging, of writing. Jean's work is silent, though, and the entire fiction is in effect a mental composition, since expression of emotion for Jean is nearly impossible. The Duncan family all suffered from "a fear of the open heart" 89and even though the text is a work of mourning, Jean would never admit it as such - rather, she ironically claims at the end that the entire "story could wait.
I might never tell it" In claiming that "there is something in waiting for the final word," she is repeating her life pattern of waiting, which turns her life into a kind of death. As Keefer writes, the telling of the story has no cathartic effect on Jean, but leads only to a "passively ironic recognition" of her death-in-life condition Her reconstruction of memories is somewhat mechanical, in that it produces not active emotion but tableaux; one such example is the memory of her "last sight of the house at Allenton," which she compares to "those crowded religious paintings that tell a story" Jean's memories do tell a story, but rather than producing a consoling fiction, they often produce "discrete still-lifes," as Besner refers to them Besner states that "Jean approaches her memories in a manner similar to the way in which readers approach fiction" 37as if they are not real, not her own.
Though such detachment is an identifiable part of the mourning process, Jean's unchanging approach to memories is undercut by Gallant, in that her methodology of memory and mourning is clearly so inadequate and stilted that we, as readers, construct other versions that "work. The story is prompted by the sale of the Allenton house, which becomes a prosopopoetic figure that contains all deaths and losses for Jean: Ghosts moved in the deserted rooms, opening drawers, tweaking curtains aside.
We never saw the ghosts, but we knew they were there. We were unable to account for them: Since a ghost watched Jean watching herself in the glass on one occasion 60at least one of those unaccountable spectres is Jean's lost version of herself, the one that had dreams of a possible love that might surpass what she finds in her real life.
The elegiac markers are evident from the start. The first mention of Jean's brother is made almost parenthetically, in relation to an anecdote about "poor Isobel" It is Isa's near-death threatened by a kidney ailment that is narrated first, its significance established through a long digression that also describes her marriage to Alfredo.
Isobel is almost a real ghost, returning from the dead as she "tricked [the family] by not dying" She definitely haunts Jean, who tries to live Isa's life vicariously she even marries Tom, who proposed to Isa firstand Jean only partially exorcises her past. Her expectation of "true justice," of achieving revenge for the past through her children, backfires as Isobel remains unimpressed, and "thankful she had escaped" Frank escapes the narrow world of Allenton first through service in the war, then by dying.
His death is mentioned again only parenthetically in the second part of the novel, with variants on the phrase "dead brother" preceding his name, such as "our dead brother Frank" 71 and "my dead brother's daughter" Frank's death is the explicit cause for grief in section five, though Jean here admits that she "scarcely mourned" him, and "ought to, pay for [her] indifference" Although I speak now of his death, his death did not occur" Speaking now of his death is, unbeknownst to Jean, her acknowledgement of that death, as well as a version of delayed mourning.
Her memory of the family scene reveals her mind performing this belated work: Isobel reading, our mother erect by the door, our father mourning and small. We were in a lighted cage. We could be seen from the street" Though "[t]he ghost in the Allenton house cannot be Frank's," since "[h]e left no trace" at allJean narrates a few days he spent with her and Isa to provide a sense of his presence - to invent a ghost and, with words, to replace the missing "trace" of her brother.
But she also displacesthat ghost, and focuses yet again on Isa's ghost and on her capacity for love, which is so elusive to Jean that she can only be "warmed by the sudden presence of love" which she "could sense but not capture" Jean's need for revenge on her sister is closer to a need for consolation, a need that is almost fulfilled as she thinks: It is a sensation of contentment because everyone round me is doing the right thing.
The pattern is whole" However, this "pattern" seems negative, a symptom of a complacent and mechanistic condition, and because Jean's use of memory and its translation to narrative are similarly attempts at making the pattern "whole" but not necessarily "true," the work of mourning is not completed. Instead it is endless, as cyclical as Tom's need to repeat his "parent's cycle - family into family: Jean's recollection of the line Davy Sullivan quoted from Anna Karenina - "happy families are all the same" 79 - is, for the reader, ironic.
The most that the Duncan and Price families can say is "we were still alive" This sentence about survival is juxtaposed with the start of the third section, which provides details about Frank's childhood and character; the information Jean gives contradicts her statement made later in the text that she "had never known him" Frank is a sign of absence for Jean, not only through his own death, but in his relationship to Isa: Jean's mother says "poor Frank" and "poor Isa" as if both offspring had been killed.
Jean, reading these books to her children, notes that their inheritance from her will be "the assurance that there are no magic solutions" Here her limitations are becoming evident, and her ability to find consolation in the reconstruction of memories will surely be considered "stupid and a bore," as the fairy tales are to her The reading of these books recalls memories for Jean of living "on the edge of [Isa's] life" 86of putting herself in Isa's place, "adopting her credulousness, and even her memories, [which] I saw, could be made mine" This adoption - typical for the narrator of an elegiac romance - had been part of her earlier effort to repair the wound of losing her sister's affection, a wound that affected her to the point where she referred to herself in the third person: Jean cannot be consoled for the separation from her sister - from her entrance into the "real" world, and her exit from the world of love and dreams; she tries to regress to a time before this division occurred.
Reading the childhood books provokes memory-digressions about Isobel and not Frank in this section of the elegy, even though it is his absence that is the ostensible occasion for this narrative segment.
Isobel's affair with Alec Campbell remains at the heart of Jean's grief: The story of her own marriage, described in part four, is eclipsed by Isobel, who, even there, "was the center of things" In the last section of the story, Frank's death is connected to Isa's pregnancy, which will be aborted. Isa confesses to Jean in Frank's empty bedroom, where Jean is to sleep ; she has become Isa's confessor, taking Frank's place - she stands in for his ghost. The epiphanic moment for Jean occurs when Isa explains her ideas about love, which seemed "astonishing and greatly intimate," and paradoxically cause her to understand "the inevitability of dying" The union that Jean feels with Isa is the only possible consolation for her.
Without it, she thinks, "we might as well die" Jean's memory of this emotion remains in the present and is narrated in the present tense, as she thinks of the scene: But Isa's rejection of Jean's hand signifies the return of death, of stagnation and the cold: In other words, Jean's life continues to be a survival, but little more: I suspected, then, sitting in Frank's unhaunted room, that all of us, save my brother, were obliged to survive I knew, that night, we would not be shed, but would remain, because that was the way it was.
We would survive, and waking - because there was not help for it - forget our dreams and return to life. While Besner suggests that Jean's conclusion demonstrates the fact that "survivors must wake up to history" 87Jean's "awakening" has not been revelatory or consoling. Gallant's elegy suggests that a different kind of awakening is required - that the "auditor" Yeats's "Fellow-wanderer" must take the risk as advised in the epigraph from Yeats's "The Shadowy Waters": Dialogues With the Deaf and the Dead Those Gallant protagonists who literally or figuratively write of their dislocated pasts are, in effect, elegists of exile.
Michael Riffaterre writes that "[t]he narrative is to the subtext as an object is to its sign" 28 ; in other words, the subtextual elegies in A Fairly Good Time are exemplary moments in the story, "signs" that signify the larger meaning of the text proper, as well as its status as a construct.
While Moss's overall evaluation of A Fairly Good Time is true - he says that it "is not a novel of psychological realism" - his suggestion that Gallant "never delves into the complexities of motivation or feeling" is dismissive These aspects of "feeling" are exactly what Gallant does "delve into.
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If you make up your mind not to be happy there's no reason why you shouldn't have a fairly good time. The novel depicts an allegory of the search for happiness.
Shirley's search for happiness is an affirmative one, and her consolation for losses sustained in her life - her need "'to be loved more'" - is found in the "chase for happiness" that Nietzsche suggests is what "keep[s] alive in any sense the will to live" "The Use and Abuse of History" 8.
It is Philippe's attitude that is captured in the epigraph, one that he assumed Shirley also held: She could speak without weeping about her dead father, she never mentioned her dead young husband, she was not crying now, and so he believed that she cast sorrow off easily and that grief was a temporary arrangement of her feelings. He thought this to be an American fact [though Shirley is Canadian] which made for a comfortable existence, without memory and without remorse.
You built around a past of glass cases, shabby lighting, a foul-smelling guardian saying 'It is forbidden'"whereas Shirley builds her life around love. Her chase for happiness eventually entails a Nietzschean "power of forgetting.
Shirley does, indeed, respond "to situations as she-is-at-the-moment, not as some created persona who stands beside her," as Hatch writes But finally, through her digressive narrational performance, she finds the balance between forgetting tact and remembering "truth," and between caring for others and taking care of herself. She has achieved the first kind of balance in her acceptance of Pete's death.
Pete "did not exist, [but] stood in past time with heavy light around him" In the imaginary letter to Philippe, Gallant devotes several pages of Shirley's thoughts to her first husband, his death, and her reaction to it.
The narrative describing their honeymoon is a segment of the novel that shows what it is to have more than "a fairly good time": In "In Transit," a story which had originally been part of the novel and which is the title story of Gallant's collection,15 we hear that Philippe thinks "as if love and travel were opposed to living, were a dream" Shirley's recollection of her mourning for Pete is, appropriately, distanced from the event; she remembers realizing that "[e]ven if I were to visit the cemetery every day, he would never speak The destination of a soul was of no interest.
The death of a voice - now that was real" Shirley does not try to revive Pete's voice, to speak for his silence or to attempt an artificial resurrection using apostrophe or prosopopoeia. She "forget[s] him for months"and feeling "responsible for something - for surviving, perhaps" - which are typical guilt-feelings of the survivor inscribed in elegy - and accepts the fact that part of herself died with Pete. She ends this part of her dream-epistle by thinking: I knew I had lost two people, not one" In reading about Shirley's life with Philippe, we become aware of this other, lost Shirley, and her elegy also mourns this loss of a past self, and the life that she might have led.
The heroine's discourse is meant as a performance to be spoken, a letter to be read" In A Fairly Good Time, meaning must be extracted from the fragments of narrative, and the meaning of Shirley's relationship to her mother surfaces as a significant subtext "'There's only one mother in anybody's life,'" Shirley is reminded by Cat Castle, her mother's friend .
Shirley's imagined letter of explanation to Philippe is simultaneously an apostrophe to her now-deceased mother, whose death we are informed of at the end of the noveland a gesture of self-disclosure and hoped-for understanding and love. One morning after being abandoned by Philippe, Shirley experiences a hallucinatory vision of her parents, who also abandoned her - first through emotional neglect, then in dying: A milder lumination - of imagination this time - surrounded two middle-aged persons cycling steadily up an English hill.
The flower fragrance altered and resembled the scent of the aging lovers, of soap and of death Her parents, a lost pair, cycled off into the dark What she required this morning was not a reminder of the past but a harmless substitute for it.
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Reflecting on the actual letters sent between her mother and herself, Shirley thinks that they participated in "an uninterrupted dialogue of the deaf" 45 - just as her marriage was conducted in "a white silence" - and that her letters to her mother were screams for attention Shirley's bluebell letter, which is a request for confirmation of her values, requires an empathic reader, though her mother is incapable of fulfilling this role.
Shirley had experienced an epiphanic moment while picking the bluebells, one of which she included in her letter to Mrs.
Suddenly I saw a lake of blue. The blond girl clutched her golden heart and turned at the same moment. For a second only, the new, sweet fragrance that rose from the blue lake was a secret between us She sends a bluebell to her mother inside a letter, because, she says, "I thought that when she saw it she would know everything" Ronald Hatch writes that "what appears to be merely an aesthetic experience for Shirley may well have moral and social ramifications," and that Shirley's story is that of "the individual struggle to claim victory over life" But the decay of the flowers coincides with the final disintegration of her marriage; she kept them "in water three days alive and four days dead, and then you [Philippe] left me," she remembers The bluebells signify love to Shirley, then, and they are also connected to her father: The flower is Shirley's real name, then, not a symbol of love but a metonymic marker of identity; it provides her with the anagnoristic17 sense of her real self, and allows her to reclaim part of the self that she had lost in her life with Philippe.
Norris's letter, written in response to Shirley's cry for help though she disregards the cry entirelyis accidentally incorporated into the novel within the novel, fragments of the text written by Philippe's friend Genevieve appropriately entitled A Life Within A Life. Genevieve's novel is also a fictionalized cry, but is a narcissistic parody of Shirley's; that her mother's letter of "good counsel" 25 becomes part of this novel demonstrates its lack of value for grief-stricken Shirley.
Shirley recognizes that "Genevieve's language was a situation in itself," and thinks that "Language is Situation. The Silent Cry" Gallant suggests that if language is indeed situation, then Shirley's sad situation is rendered indirectly in a rhetoric of mourning.
Although the parity does exist, the reader certainly cannot be considered helpless; rather, he or she reconstructs the paradigm of mourning - an ethics of grieving - in an empathic encounter with Shirley, and with the text. The novel is "written" by a narrator, and the third-person construction of the elegy images the fact that Shirley is incapable of expressing her own grief. Language is situation, and Shirley's situation is one of loss and isolation, of silence.
Hence her elegy is a silent one, and since it is not structured or "written" by Shirley, Gallant leaves it for the reader to reconstruct. For any situation not covered by this policy, we refer to the Ethics Guidelines of the Canadian Association of Journalists. If you have any questions or comments, you can reach us at web thewalrus.
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Je cherche des livres par Mavis Gallant. This was an upmarket bookstore in Montparnasse, after all, and I was fumbling at the counter with Ontario schoolboy French. If my prior encounters in Paris were a reliable guide, my effort would be met with a practised combination of annoyance, pity, amusement, and withering contempt. But this time proved different. The bookseller ignored how rudely I had chewed through his native tongue.
She had chosen the restaurant and agreed to a conversation on a Sunday afternoon this past October through a correspondence that had stretched over a year. Though eighty-four, frail by her own admission, and exhausted from participating in two recently filmed documentaries about her life and work, she eventually agreed to my request.
In preparing for the interview, I canvassed well-read friends, academic colleagues, editors, and fellow writers about their responses to her work. Her name elicited high regard in both Canadian and American settings. But across the board, there was comparatively little in the way of particulars. I really should read more of her stuff. They used to come in the New Yorker all the time, years ago. But I never knew what to make of them by the end. Their speeches were uniformly glowing, but gave off a proprietary admiration—fellow members of the guild paying respects to one of their betters.
With a readership perhaps better understood in terms of quality rather than quantity, one wonders if the effect of Gallant winning so much esoteric praise has been, in part, to close her writing off from a wider readership.
Born in Montreal inGallant had a peripatetic childhood, marked by time in both Canada and the United States. She met with immediate success, and through her recurrent appearances in the New Yorker and from the short story collections that were thereby assembled, Gallant developed an impressive position in international circles. And yet, Gallant has never enjoyed a standing in Canada comparable with the writer who shares her native origins, chosen genre, and international renown—Alice Munro.
The reason is ostensibly geographic: Leaving aside the politics of who and why Canada reads, Gallant can be a very difficult writer to encounter. She brings a cold voice and a hard eye to bear on the world, and has created a body of work that reads as a basic rejection of the Canadian literary commitment to imagining the humble virtues and humbling vices of modest local lives. There was also a joint past that lay all around us in heaps of charred stone.
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The streets still smelled of terror and ashes, particularly after rain. Every stone held down a ghost or a frozen life, or a dreadful secret. She treated my questions on this subject like houseflies and was palpably interested in moving on to other things.
There was only one moment where she warmed to the theme.
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The intensity and beauty of this passage come not just from its choice and expression of detail, but from the evenness of tone Gallant achieves while building to its startling last word, which gathers unto itself the unsettling implications of the preceding parts of the sentence. This evokes an office setting in World War II-era Montreal, or, more precisely, a climate of the mind borne of the smallish, bitter lives that come together and break apart in that office over the course of the story.
The result may be a frisson of local pride, but this is a distraction when approaching a great writer.
In her handling, the short story works up intensely concentrated encounters between people, around which move whole constellations of discreet meanings. And this is a regard that proceeds from an unflinching commitment to revelation for its own sake.
Gallant takes offence at efforts by others to undermine that commitment by attaching it to secondary interests. Gallant was grateful for assistance out of her taxi; candid about the inevitable weakening of her constitution, she was nevertheless lively and canny throughout our conversation, ignoring respectful queries about whether it was getting late and dismissing the tape recorder when the cassettes stopped.
Helping an elegantly dressed old woman out of her cab soon gave way to working hard to keep up with the pace and range of her conversation. We sat and talked for some two hours, and Gallant would often answer a straightforward question with a narrative that moved across personal, historical, and geographic terrains. Well, in Quebec, if it had been a mujer in shorts, there would have been a cop called, right away.
As for the Generation, now the establishment in France, she was particularly lethal in her assessment of the Socialists: When queried about her feelings toward the New Yorker, she was initially even shorter. But then she opened up to the question about the magazine where her writing has appeared almost exclusively for her entire career. I never met him, he died a year later. She spoke well of the current editor, David Remnick: