Showing posts with label The Judge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Judge. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Balancing Public and Private Space: Rebecca West Part 2

After surveying several pieces of West's work, I am struck by her outspoken views on women, men and society. They seem to point to the struggle of women having lives outside of the home and the double standard that often dictates the station a woman will have in her community. 

These themes are still relevant today and resonate with women who, even in today's world are fighting for fair wages, the right to vote, securing rights to their own bodies and extending themselves beyond the roles of wife and mother. 

As I pondered her words, her construction of plot, the layout of her paragraphs and the formation of her sentences, it was impossible not to ask the question: Have we, and women, in particular, made significant progress in the struggle to merge our private and public spaces? This question seemed to present itself over and over again as I read her work. This repeated theme in her fiction and even in reviews she wrote of other literature was often a struggle to answer this very question. 

The following quotes are from West's The Judge. 

 But the eastern sky was inflamed with such a livid scarlet dawn as she had never seen before, and the full tide was milk streaked with blood, and the sails of the barges that rode there were as rags that had been used to staunch wounds.

Words: Through out the book Maude finds comfort in looking out at the sea, but this particular day, one in which she endured the abuse of others with name calling and stone throwing, she finds no comfort. West uses jolting descriptive words to convey Maude's internal pain from ridicule.

     "Why didn't you tell me in your letters how beautiful she was?" she demanded.
     He answered mildly, "Didn't I?"
     "No, you didn't," she told him curtly. "You said you said you thought her pretty. Thought her pretty, indeed, with that hair and that wonderful Scotch little face!"
     She caught her breath in irritation at the expression on his face, the uneasy movement from side to side of his eyes which warred with the smile on his lips. Why, when he thought of his love, need he have an air as if he listened to two voices and was distressed by the effort to follow their diverse musics?

Sentences: West's sentences are made up of words and phrases that have clarity, cadence and important information about her characters. If I were to remove a phrase, the meaning wouldn't be the same. 

      In this passage, Maude, Harry's mother is faced with the fact that her treatment toward her son has left him conflicted. She spent his life playing the victim of a harsh male world, creating an unnatural connection between them. His need to protect his mother and meet all her needs, has tied him up emotionally to the point he feels disloyal if he loves another. 

    See how that one sentence packs an emotional punch; the way Maude can see, in the movement of Harry's eyes and the false smile on his lips, the internal war she is responsible for. 

Paragraphs:  With the advent of digital books, I'm finding it difficult to see patterns and wonder if how we write will evolve also. Usually breaks in paragraphs are very individual to writers. 

     In the Judge, which I read as a digital version, I often felt that a paragraph should have been divided differently. When I listened along on my Audible.com version, I could tell that the reader often paused mid-paragraph. When I compared to the digital version, I could see clearly why the reader felt the need for a pause since the subject changed. 

     I would need to compare an original version to be sure, but my feeling is West had a tendency to write long sentences and large paragraphs. Which surprises me because understanding West often requires one to read between the lines. A rhetorical pause is often indicated by spacing, as is pace. 

The Evolution of White Space

     Are our paragraphs changing as digital becomes more prevalent? Will writers need to adapt to this change by inventing new conventions to create meaning and emphasis? Will the function of white space in literature change or become obsolete? 

When looking at books from the previous century, many of them appear dense compared to our book designs of the last century. White space serves an important function in poetry and literature and the question is: Will it remain important?  

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“The modern world has far too little understanding of the art of keeping young. Its notion of progress has been to pile one thing on top of another, without caring if each thing was crushed in turn, People forgot that the human soul can enjoy a thing most when there is time to think about it and be thankful for it. And by crowding things together they lost the sense of surprise; and surprise is the
 secret of joy.” —G.K. Chesterton

What does this tell us about white space? Are we losing our white spaces? 

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

A Pen Of Strength

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This is the first of a series of posts on women writers. As a woman writer, I labor, as do most who write, to define my place in the world. Part of that journey involves finding one's truth, one's voice. After pouring over classic literature, the majority of whom are white men, I have come to the conclusion that my study has been terribly limited. This narrow focus, I believe, has filled my mind with the words of men, as beautiful and precise as they may be, they do not reflect the female sensitivities and have served to cloak my voice. The hope is this focused study of women writers will help me dig below the chatter and find a more authentic voice. I invite you to join my journey and hope you'll join the conversation.  

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This month I've been reading Rebecca West, a London-born journalist, reviewer, essayist and novelist. Her work spanned over almost seventy years. Of her work George Bernard Shaw said, "Rebecca West could handle a pen as brilliantly as ever I could and much more savagely." West was already a feminist at seventeen and participated actively in the suffrage movement. By the time she reached her twenties she was writing for several well known publications, including the New Yorker.

"I myself have never been able to find out what feminism is; I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute." —West

I can't help but think that this is what Shaw had in mind when he characterized her writing as "savage." Things haven't changed so much when you realize that women who express opinion or disagreement are often marginalized by others as being "bitchy" or unpleasant. 


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In thinking about my own voice, I realize that my training to be pleasant, created a need to please those around me. If one is going to speak truth, speak from the heart, from that deepest place within oneself, wondering how a particular sentence is going to effect others can put a stranglehold on the process of writing. 

"Voice is the articulation of all perceptions in verbal expression, written or oral, including the so-called nonverbal which we want to get into writing too. Voice is the expression of the whole person, an extension of speech, an extension of the body."John Schultz via The Writer's Workout by Christina Katz

As I have been reading West, it apparent that her strongest desire was always to write so that her meaning was clear, concise and expressed to the reader her unique thought on a particular subject. 

What do you think about the effect culture has had on the female voice? Have we progressed? 

Here is a bibliography of my reading :

West, Rebecca. The Essential Rebecca West: Collected Prose. Pittsburgh: Pearhouse Press, 2010.

West, Rebecca. Family Memories. New York: Viking, 1987.

Weldon, Fay. Rebecca West. Fay Weldon. New York: Penguin Viking, 1985.

West, Rebecca. The Judge. New York: George H. Doran Company, 1922.

West, Rebecca. 1900. New York: The Viking Press, 1982.

West, Rebecca. The Birds Fall Down. New York: Viking, 1966. 


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