Read Angels and Absences: Child Deaths in the Nineteenth Century Online

Authors: Laurence Lerner

Tags: #History, #Modern, #19th Century, #Social Science, #Death & Dying, #test

Angels and Absences: Child Deaths in the Nineteenth Century (76 page)

BOOK: Angels and Absences: Child Deaths in the Nineteenth Century
8.73Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads
 
Page 211
was disconcerted. The captain fidgeted uneasily.
''Mamma, mamma," he ran to her, "the cannon's yours, of course, but let Ilyusha have it, because it's a present to him, but it's just as good as yours. Ilyusha will always let you play with it, it shall belong to both of you, both of you."
"No, I don't want it to belong to both of us, I want it to be mine altogether, not Ilysuha's," persisted mamma, on the point of tears.
"Take it mother, here, keep it!" Ilyusha cried. "Ilyusha darling, he's the one who loves his mamma!" she said tenderly, and at once began wheeling the cannon to and fro on her lap again. (Part iv, book 10, chapter 5).
The central figure of any child death must surely be the mother, and most of the real deaths described in chapter 1 were narrated by the mother. It is astonishing, then, how few of the fictional deaths involve mothers. Neither Little Nell nor Paul; Eva's mother is carefully placed in opposition to the sympathy and pathos; Helen Burns is an orphan; even in
The Daisy Chain,
though Flora is involved, the real grief for the child seems to be that of Dr May, the grandfather. Only in the case of Dickens is there any obvious explanationif we can call it that. Happy families in Dickens are hardly ever biologically normalfather or mother (usually mother) is often missing and replaced by a substitute. This can be seen either as a rhetorical device to assert that family values are more enduring than the family itself (as is done here through the very motherly figure of Polly Toodle, the "old nurse"), or as the expression of a profound uncertainty (real families are never real families).
Dostoyevsky does give us a mother; but in a manner that subverts the family coherence as much as anything in Dickens. Ilyusha's mother is a half-wit, with the mental age and emotional development of a child, and in this scene she not only takes the child's cannon, she usurps his role as the object of pity. The childishness that makes her into a pathetic figure also makes her a disturbing element, so that she both arrogates the pathos to herself and destroys it altogether by her egoism. The result is a deep ambivalence, a twisted and disturbing pathos.
Dostoyevsky, then, is using much the same material as Dickens and some of the same material as Stowe: it is easy to find details in his narrative that locate it among the sticky secretionsor the beautiful fictions that transcend mere literature (depending whose judgment we use). But whereas Dickens redeems his novels for sophisticated modern readers by
 
Page 212
elements of grotesque comedy and linguistic vitality that coexist but hardly interact with the sentimentality, Dostoyevsky creates an effect that never drops into the mere simplicity of the sentimental. Sentimentality cannot tolerate the mixing of pathos with the sardonic and the disturbing which he offers us. There are no angels in his scene.
 
Page 213
Conclusion
On My First Son
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
My sin was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy,
Seven years tho'wert lent to me, and I thee pay,
Exacted by thy fate, on the just day.
O, I could lose all father, now. For why
Will man lament the state he should envy?
To have so soon scap'd world's, and flesh's rage,
And, if no other misery, yet age?
Rest in soft peace, and, ask'd, say here doth lie
Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry.
For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such,
As what he loves may never like too much.
1
Ben Jonson wrote this epitaph on his son in 1603. We know nothing about the son except what the poem tells us: that he was seven years old and that his name was Benjamin (which in Hebrew means "son of the right hand"). The epitaph has become one of Jonson's best known and best loved poems, and takes us back, with a shock of recognition, to parental grief four hundred years ago.
It is a simple and formal poem: the heroic couplets announce formality, and the poet, for all his grief, will not break up his lines to weep. A skilled craftsman, he pays his child the compliment of not abandoning his skill when he writes the epitaph, so the lines move smoothly and deploy the caesura with care and thoughtfulness: most of the lines (3 and 4, for
BOOK: Angels and Absences: Child Deaths in the Nineteenth Century
8.73Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

Other books

West of Washoe by Tim Champlin
Black Tide by Brendan DuBois
The Makeover Mission by Mary Buckham