If Fanny Fern were a man—a man
who believed that the gratification of revenge were a proper occupation for one
who has been abused, and that those who have injured us are fair game, Ruth Hall would be a natural and excusable
book. But we confess that we cannot understand how a delicate, suffering woman
can hunt down even her persecutors so remorselessly. We cannot think so highly
of [such] an author's womanly gentleness. (qtd in Warren 124)
Please notice what this reviewer
is saying: Fern could have written this if she were a man, but she’s not, so
she shouldn’t have. How dare she seek revenge against those who wronged her?
That’s for men to do. Women who are victimized should just sit there (gently)
and take it. Because Fern didn’t just take it, we can’t think that much of her.
All the classic moves of
suppressing women’s voices are here: shame, suggestions of a lack of feminity,
and silencing. And this is in The New York
Times, a mainstream publication in the nineteenth century, too. Because Fern was awesome, though, she wouldn’t
be silenced.
Anyway, this evening, while reflecting
on both my abstract and the semester I’ve just completed, I wish I could share
this review with some students who just took my ENGL 360: Literature and the Sexes class. For the most part, they did great work, but I was quite
discouraged by how many of them were still, at the semester’s end, defending
the nineteenth-century patriarchy (and, by extension, its effects which linger
to this day). I also can’t believe that some of them still saw the course as
engaging in some “male bashing.” It’s as if the clichés about feminism have
morphed into clichéd responses from students when confronted by feminist
thought.
On day, I could (and did) spend
30 minutes trying my best to eloquently explain how one might be even a bit understanding of Edna’s actions in The Awakening only to have some
otherwise bright students say, “Yeah, well, she’s still a bad mother and I hate
her.” On another day, I could offer the idea that John, the narrator’s husband
in “The Yellow Wall-paper” doesn’t have to be an outright villain for the story
to be horrifying. In fact, his rather ordinary (for his time) attitudes about
his wife, her health, and his authority over
her make the story more horrifying.
And somehow, the only thing some students hear is “John is a great husband!”
and proceed to explain why in their final exam essays. “All he wants,” (and I
am paraphrasing here from a composite of entirely too many essays that argued
this point) “is for his wife to get better. It’s not his fault. And in fact, he’s
right. She was sick! Who wouldn’t want a husband like that?”
It’s enough to make one a bit
depressed. And I get so tired of the clichéd responses. Give me the benefit of
the doubt, folks. Feminism doesn’t equal man-hate. In fact, it does a service
to men who are also victims of the patriarchy (one of Gilman’s recurrent arguments).
I’m not just making this stuff up or (and these words make any English
professor want to scream!) “reading into everything.” So to return to the point
above: artifacts like this New York Times
review serve to remind us how incredibly pervasive and pernicious
patriarchal attitudes were (and are). I’ll add it to my bag of tricks, so to
speak, and soldier on.
Work
Cited
Warren, Joyce W. Fanny Fern: An Independent Woman. New
Brunswick, NJ: Rutgers UP, 1992.
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Sigh. The wheels of change turn oh so slowly.
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