Thursday, March 27, 2008

The View from Chawton: Chawton Cottage


I made the pilgrimage to Jane Austen’s home—the home in Chawton village, where Austen lived from 1809-1817 and completed her novels spanning from Sense and Sensibility to Sanditon, the work left unfinished at her death. This cottage, tiny and unassuming, stands as a testimony to Austen’s paradoxical position as a writer.  

Austen was forced to rely on the charity of her brother Edward to provide her with this cottage since, initially, her writing had brought her no income--she bore the publishing costs herself for her first novel Sense and Sensibility. In this cottage’s inauspicious front parlor, Austen penned some of the greatest fiction of the Regency period. Ironically, she chose this room for its large picture window and squeaky door that presaged visitors, so she could hide any evidence of her writing from others. In these novels, she brings to a brilliant pitch the technique of free indirect discourse, introducing a vivid interiority in her heroines, and speaks directly and poignantly to contemporary issues, such as the lack of education and vocation for women. 

Yet, Austen’s gravestone in Winchester Cathedral, like her home, small and unassuming, alludes only obliquely to her writing, mainly speaking of her piety and charity: “The benevolence of her [Austen’s] heart, 
the sweetness of her temper, and 
the extraordinary endowments of her mind obtained the regard of all who knew her and the warmest love of her intimate connections.”

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Betsy's Thirty Seconds of Fame

Has is been a month since the last entry? Whew! I guess it has. Spring break is now a distant memory; Honors students are busily finishing up their theses before the early April deadline; a new supply of odious viral thingees has been transported from myriad homes back to the confines of our campus to wreak their havoc; and many students are trying to devote more time to their studies to push up those mid-term marks. We're past the back stretch, and the finish seems to be only on the horizon--but it will be here more quickly than we realize.

The occasion for this post is, in a sense, political. Many of you are aware of--and perhaps heard--Barack Obama's speech on race at Philadelphia yesterday morning, a speech that has garnered some pretty fantastic reviews across the country. Here's a sampling from Dailykos. But Channel 4 (WBZ) from Boston trumps the editorials with a quick commentary from the English Department's Betsy Huang in their feature "Religious Leaders Respond" during the 6:00 news hour on the 18th. Here's the linky. You have to search for "Barack Obama Speech" and click on the video link above "Religious Leaders Respond." She said that the crew must have chatted with her for half and hour in her office in order to get this tidbit. It's amazing how much is discarded to catch just the perfect interview line! (I know, from the few times I've mumbled through video for Clark, that it's strange to see how little makes it into the final cut.)

On another front, I talked with Claudia, and I realized that to publish her poem "Jakarta" could likely violate the copyright of the journal, so I haven't included it yet. Soon: after it's published; then we can take a look at it with the proper citation to the journal.

Finally, congratulations to all the English Writing Contest Winners! Here they are:


Announcing the Winners of the
2008 English DepartmentWriting Contests


Prentiss Cheney Hoyt Poetry Contest
First Place: Mary (Rosie) O’Sullivan
Second Place: Charity Forrester
Third Place: Robin Barron


Betty ‘79 and Stanley Sultan Short Story Contest
First Place: Tali Sachs
Second Place: Charity Forrester
Third Place: Danielle Coles

The English Department would like to thank everyone who submitted an entry. We appreciate your interest in creative writing and your willingness to share your work with us. We also would like you to know that we had a large pool of many fine entries to consider.
--Jay

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Poetic News from Claudia McQuistion

I just got an e-mail from Claudia McQuistion, an English Major who graduated last May. Some of you may remember her as the first-place finisher in last spring's Poetry Contest, and it seems appropriate to pass on this news just as the entries for this year's competition have piled up in the English Office. One of the prize-winning poems--"Jakarta Office Hit By Blast"--along with another, "Seeking Passion," has been accepted for publication by the bi-annual literary magazine Fifth Wednesday Journal. (Link here) Quite a coup for our McQuistion! I'll let you know when the journal hits the newsstands. She's living in Seattle now, and promises to send me more information about her doin's later. I'll ask her if I can add the text of "Jarkata" later.

--Jay

Friday, February 15, 2008

The View from Chawton


[Lisa Kasmer, currently on sabbatical, is a Visiting Fellow at Chawton House Library, U.K.]

I am writing as your foreign correspondent from Chawton, U.K., where I'm completing research for my book project on British women writing history in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries.  The collection at Chawton House Library focuses on early editions, many of which are rare, of women's writing from 1600-1830.  At the library, I'm carrying out a survey of historical fiction by women in the nineteenth century, a genre that was exceptionally popular.  My reading here so far has brought some insights and real surprises--this is what I love most about this kind of research:  Who knew that Ann Yearsley, a Romantic poet, wrote a historical play, which is really quite radical both politically and generically?


In addition to its collection, Chawton House offers an unusual "textual experience."  The building in which the collection is housed is part of an estate that was once owned by Charles Knight, Jane Austen's brother.  In actually working in this historical home, I am often viscerally reminded of moments in an eighteenth- or nineteenth-century novel.  Each weekday, I come up the path of the estate's spacious grounds with shire horses grazing.  I then walk up the massive main staircase and through narrow passageways to the main reading room, a stately drawing room with bookshelves holding some of the main collection.  Throughout my day, I may remember descriptions of Clarissa's troubling imprisonment; Lizzy Bennet's breathtaking visit to Pemberley; or Jane Eyre's secret rambles through Thornfield Hall.

Friday, February 8, 2008

For All You Sports Enthusiasts. . . .

As a change of pace, I'd like to introduce you to Bill Cobb's latest venture, the clark sports blog. He and his writers post some fine stories about the latest Cougar ventures in various venues. Check it out if you're interested. . . .
--Jay

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Betsy Huang's Review


Given that race, ethnicity, gender, religion, and other categories of identity have emerged as key issues of debate in the current presidential election process, I thought I'd offer up my review of the graphic novel series, Eagle: The Making of an Asian American President, as a way to start a discussion about minority representation (political, cultural, literary).

Kaiji Kawaguchi. Eagle: The Making of an Asian American President. English Adaptation by Carl Gustav Horn. Translated by Yuji Oniki. Vol. 1-5. San Francisco: Viz Comics, 2000-2002.

(Originally published in the Fall 2007 issue of MELUS: Journal of the Society for the Study of the Multi-Ethnic Literature of the U.S.)

In his now famous keynote speech for the 2004 Democratic National Convention, Barack Obama has said that an election is about our decision to participate in a politics of cynicism or a politics of hope, and that hope, to him, is represented by “a skinny kid with a funny name who believes that America has a place for him, too.” With aspirations for the presidency himself, the implicit suggestion of Obama’s remark is his hope that America would prove itself enlightened enough to elect someone “with a funny name” to the nation’s highest office. Kaiji Kawaguchi’s manga series, Eagle: The Making of an Asian American President, seems to have been conceived with these sentiments in mind. Eagle follows the fictional election campaign of Kenneth Yamaoka, a third-generation Japanese American seeking to become the 43rd president of the United States. Told primarily from the perspective of Takashi Jo, a Japanese journalist who is also Yamaoka’s illegitimate son, Eagle offers an entertaining and at times critically astute dramatization of U.S. electoral politics, covering everything from campaign debates and speeches to the melodrama of the candidate’s private life.

Despite the fact that Eagle was roundly praised by comics reviewers and awarded several Eisner Awards (the top prize in comics art), the series did not find a large audience in the U.S. market. And while it ostensibly foregrounds ethnicity as the organizing narrative theme, it has escaped the critical radar of ethnic literature scholars. This is, I suspect, in part because American comics readers find the story’s premise—an Asian American presidential hopeful—somewhat outlandish, and in part because academics have been slow to accept comics as a genre worthy of scholarly examination. But there is much about Eagle that warrants a closer look by virtue of the provocative hypothetical question it poses. As one character in the series so efficiently puts it, “How far will the first Japanese American candidate to enter a presidential election go?” (Vol I:68).

Very far, it turns out—at least in Kawaguchi’s optimistic view of the American political process. Eagle is, in many ways, a superhero romance disguised as a political thriller. The hero, Yamaoka, is endowed with superior intelligence, verbal eloquence, and loads of charisma.. A staunch defender of immigrant and workers’ rights and a supporter of liberal values, Yamaoka is a posterboy for the promises of the American Dream. We watch with incredulity, and perhaps with some glee, as he gives rousing speeches, wins debates, shores up support in droves, and smooths every wrinkle on his way to the presidency. We shake our heads with disbelief when Yamaoka lays out his platform of pipe dreams (financing Mexico’s economic stability in order to solve the immigration crisis, shutting down all U.S. military bases abroad, among others) and still climb steadily in the polls. In one particularly astonishing episode, he even manages to convince a group of Texan ranchers to support his call for tighter gun control! Indeed, reading Eagle often feels like an exercise in wish fulfillment. Wouldn’t it be uplifting if America has overcome its racist hang-ups and proved itself enlightened enough to put a non-white president—and one who espouses leftist politics to boot— in the White House?

Eagle, however, is not just a saccharine story about American optimism. Kawaguchi exposes the dark side of politics as well, particularly the ethically questionable sub-rosa machinations of the parties involved, the persisting symptoms of racial intolerance in American society that circumscribe ethnic political representation, and most significantly, the Anglo model of Americanness that high government offices are still expected to represent. As one character in Eagle points out, “‘Eisenhower’ is about as funny-sounding as [the names of presidents] have ever got. No ‘skis’. . . no ‘steins’ . . . let alone anything like ‘Yamaoka.’ Two hundred years since George Washington and in all that time there’s been exactly one president who wasn’t a white Anglo-Saxon protestant. And look what happened to him” (Vol. IV:197). Other scenes, such as the hate speech graffitied on Yamaoka’s home and the two assassination attempts at a campaign stop, effectively (if at times melodramatically) capture the potential for deep-seated racism to find open expression when ethnics gain visibility in institutions of power.

Beyond these merits, however, Eagle fails to provide a nuanced examination of the complexities of ethnic subjectivities and conflicts. For example, Yamaoka’s Japanese ancestry seems merely incidental. His Japanese ancestry is inscribed simply as an accident of skin color; it plays no part in his subject formation, nor does it serve as the basis for meaningful ties to particular ethnic constituencies. He may be an Asian American candidate, but he does not represent the specific interests of Japanese Americans nor any other ethnic group. Rather, he represents a broad-based pro-immigration stance modeled ostensibly on the “nation of immigrants” creed of John F. Kennedy, with whom Kawaguchi carefully associates Yamaoka throughout the novel as a means to universalize (that is, de-racialize) Yamaoka’s appeal.

Graphic representations of Yamaoka and other ethnic or mixed-race characters also look more Caucasian than Asian. For instance, the Hispanicity of Yamaoka’s adopted daughter, Rachel, is revealed through dialogue and not through visual cues. It should be noted that, as many manga aficionados have pointed out, this testifies more to the aesthetic tradition of manga art and Kawaguchi’s artistic conventionality rather than his failure to render Japanese physical features more convincingly. While this raises the difficult question of how race and ethnicity should be represented visually in the comics medium, it is nevertheless disconcerting for readers to be unable to visually distinguish between characters of different races in a graphic novel that foregrounds ethnoracial politics as its principle subject matter.

Yamaoka’s whiteness, however, is coded less through the way his features are drawn, and more through Kawaguchi’s erasure of his Japanese ethnicity in favor of an all-American personal history. There is, in fact, little that is ethnic about Yamaoka with the exception of his name. Grandson of model-minority Japanese immigrants, Yale graduate, college football star, decorated Vietnam War veteran, New York Senator, and ex-New York District Attorney, Yamaoka’s profile is a composite of American heroic archetypes. His transformation from an “ethnic” to an “American” is made complete by his marriage to the daughter of a powerful New England family, the Hamptons, an alliance that effectively replaces his immigrant family history with a patrician, Anglo-American one. Kawaguchi makes little mention of the history of Japanese in America, and no mention at all of Japanese internment camps—an elision that seems all the more egregious and ironic when we note that Kawaguchi has modeled Yamaoka’s New Deal-like social policies on Franklin D. Roosevelt, the very president who signed the executive order that authorized the mass internment of Japanese Americans during World War Two.

Equally problematic is Kawaguchi’s association of the ethnic with female characters who threaten to spoil Yamaoka’s otherwise pristine, all-American profile. Yamaoka’s brief romance in Okinawa with Jo’s mother, Tomiko (whom he likens to “the South Pacific, something immutable” [Vol V:441]), and his alleged romance with Rachel’s biological mother, Maria, a Cuban American woman from the barrio, pose the most serious threats to his political reputation. These “illegitimate” ethnic women are pitted against Yamaoka’s legitimate white wife, Patricia, whom Yamaoka regards as a fitting partner because she is, in his words, “a soldier, someone with whom [he] could speak of dreams” (Vol. V:442). An opposition is thus established between the wealthy white woman who could empower him and the ethnic women who would cripple him—a formulation that betrays the masculinist and imperialist perspectives that undergird Kawaguchi’s representations of ethnic women.

If Eagle fails to provide a sophisticated critique of U.S. identity politics, it might be because Kawaguchi is a Japanese national who has never lived in the U.S. and who spent only a few weeks in various regions of the U.S. “scouting location” and researching political processes. Nevertheless, the level of detail about U.S. electoral politics that Kawaguchi manages to provide is quite impressive. Eagle also exemplifies in many ways a perfect marriage between genre and subject matter; after all, both comics and election campaigns are, in essence, a series of carefully “framed” spectacles for public consumption. Kawaguchi deserves high praise for his expert storytelling; the sensationalist plotlines (is Yamaoka responsible for Tomiko’s mysterious death? Is Rachel really his biological daughter?) are quite entertaining, and the roman-à-clef elements of the series, particularly the references to Al Gore and the Clintons (thinly disguised as “Al Noah” and “Bill and Ellery”) will no doubt elicit knowing smiles—or sneers—from the reader. Ultimately, a dialogic quality persists throughout the series, so that one is never quite sure if Kawaguchi is reinforcing or demystifying the powerful mythologies of the American Dream. This is what makes Eagle an interesting text; it can be read either as Kawaguchi’s realistic rendering of the limitations that still exist for Asian American political representation, or his capitulation to the notion that ethnic types are palatable only if they are refashioned into familiar American archetypes.

- Betsy

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Steve Levin's Review

Steve Levin, the newest member of the Department, is having his review of Khaled Hosseini's latest novel, A Thousand Splendid Suns, published in Khath, and he's kindly agreed to give us a preview. Hossieni, you may recall, published The Kite Runner a couple of years ago, and it's been made into a film, which is playing even now at the Amherst Cinema. I haven't seen it yet, but I'm eagerly awaiting the local premier this week of The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. Instead of continuing to wander off topic, though, I'll give you Steve's review, which introduces me to "New Orientalism," a concept I'll have to incorporate into my own theoretical lexicon, since it makes so much sense:


It is impossible to read Khaled Hosseini’s latest novel, A Thousand Splendid Suns, without also considering the monumental popularity of his first novel, The Kite Runner. Published in 2003, The Kite Runner moved to the top of U.S. bestseller lists largely through word of mouth, became a favorite of book clubs and reading groups, and of course now has been adapted to a feature film that seems at once to avoid and to exemplify the hallmarks of a Hollywood treatment: the film employs, for example, a cast of unknown Afghan and Iranian actors but, in the style of a Hollywood epic, oversimplifies political and historical events as a way to accentuate elements of melodrama and sentimentality.

As with The Kite Runner, Splendid Suns weaves together dramas of personal struggle and regional politics. The novel focuses on two women, Mariam and Laila, and the staggering hardships they endure as both domestic and national subjects: in their own families they are marginalized as daughters and wives, and in the public sphere they act as signifiers of national identity for the Soviets, the Mujahideen, and the Taliban (the novel offers a more favorable portrait of gender equality under the Soviets, but also shows that Soviet forces, following a common strategy of colonial rhetoric, invoke gender politics as a way to defend the legitimacy of their expansion in the region).

Mariam is the daughter of a wealthy businessman in Herat who, seeking to placate his three wives by sparing the family the shaming presence of an illegitimate child, arranges Mariam’s marriage to a shoemaker in distant Kabul. The suitor, Rasheed, forces Mariam to wear a burqa—because “a woman’s face is her husband’s business only”--and lashes out viciously when she proves unable to fulfill his idealized expectations for a proper wife.

The story of Laila, a neighbor of Mariam’s, initially appears to offer a somewhat hopeful contrast to the depiction of Mariam’s conjugal incarceration. As a modern girl in Kabul, we follow her on adventures that resonate with Marjane Satrapi’s portrayal in Persepolis of a child coming of age in a city claimed by multiple political factions and constantly under siege (in Satrapi’s case, Tehran in the 1980s). Laila’s father encourages her independence and stresses the importance of education; that the schoolteacher compels students to espouse their ideological allegiance to the Soviets seems more a minor annoyance than a threat to their autonomy. And although Laila’s mother reinforces the unequal valuation of sons and daughters by neglecting Laila and reserving all of her affection for two sons fighting on the front for, as she sees it, Afghani national pride, with the Mujahideen against the Russians, Laila draws support from a close friend, Tariq, and his cosmopolitan family.

Yet the fighting that ensues after the collapse of the Soviet regime in the 1990s throws her life into turmoil. Through a surprising turn of events, Laila too eventually falls victim to Rasheed’s predations, and from 1992 to the overthrow of the Taliban in 2001 she and Mariam do their best to survive in the face of horrific domestic violence and suffocating public restrictions. Through the portrayal of their subjection, we gain a window into the social landscape that materialized for women with the ascent of factional fighting in Kabul and the Taliban’s idiom of Islamization, which proscribed work, travel, and education.

Hosseini has been applauded for humanizing Afghanistan for western audiences and, with Splendid Suns, for bringing to the fore the graphic abuses women have suffered both in Afghanistan and generally as pawns in the muscular politics of nationalism. Yet Hosseini’s work also has been cited by some critics as a prototypical example of “New Orientalism.” This mode of representation, outlined most prominently by Fatemeh Keshavarz (an Iranian literature specialist at Washington University) and Hamid Dabashi (Professor of Iranian Studies and Comparative Literature at Columbia University), represents all Muslims as either good or bad. “Good” Muslims are inevitably modern while “bad” ones reflect stereotypes of blind devotion and social and sexual repression. Such representations prove comforting to western audiences because they sidestep history and serve to redeem a western ideal of modernity. Read through the interpretive frame of New Orientalism, we might observe that the only choice available to Mariam and Laila to escape the repressive sexual politics of Islam lies in embracing a familiar mode of cosmopolitan modernity: secular, consumerist, and universal.

These positions—one that celebrates Hosseini’s humanism and one that critiques the absence of historical complexity and calls for respectful representations of cultural difference (rather than affirmations of western modernity)--reflect, in my view, a complex double-bind for many contemporary global writers. Any representation critical of particular national contexts risks being absorbed into political agendas beyond the writer’s control. How does a writer balance the concerns of the local and global? How does one portray the social struggles of women in Afghanistan without also falling into the trap of what postcolonial critics have described as “colonial feminism”—the invocation of women’s rights to justify invasion by an outside power?
Our evaluation of these questions may come down to how we see this problem of “humanizing” Afghanistan. If the writer’s task is to present a picture of Afghanis as “ordinary” people who, contrary to ethnocentric stereotypes, have hopes and dreams and heartbreaks, then Hosseini succeeds in offering a vivid glimpse into an often misunderstood region. Yet if humanizing means expanding our sense of the political and historical determinants that have produced the contested and imagined nation of “Afghanistan,” and challenging readers not to remain in denial about particular aspects of these histories, Splendid Suns perhaps proves less successful. Although the novel excoriates the violence perpetrated by the Soviets, the Mujahideen, and the Taliban, it remains mostly silent on the ways in which these groups were largely enabled by a long history of British colonialism and U.S. interventionism. Only by suppressing this history can cosmopolitan modernity emerge as a triumphant corrective for the violence perpetrated against Mariam and Laila. The story Hosseini tells is moving and indeed full of human drama—sacrifice and courage and pain and loss, as some favorable reviews have said—but the question persists as to whether it does anything to restore suppressed historical memories that might unsettle western audiences, or whether it should.

--Jay