After a long absence I return to my blog refreshed and
ready to return to my derailed character analysis series, “Little Old
Ladies.” What started out as a
comparison of all the Imposing Aunts in fiction slowly expanded to include the
other non-matriarchal elder females in fiction.
And what I found when I widened this lens was fascinating. Remember, most literature written
pre-1960’s—which also happens to be the majority of my reading material—looks
at women from a prefemenist point of view, a perspective that women were in
some way weaker than men. And the
reality was not much different from that perspective: according to law and
social convention, women’s property was their husband’s, their rights were
constricted according to what their male relatives allowed them to practice,
and their lives were not their own to control.
So although characters like Catherine de Bourgh, the
various “mean” aunts with names like Dahlia, Agatha, Augusta, etc., and Miss
Havisham are all “negative” characters, in one way they are positive: they show
strong women standing up for themselves, exercising powers that women of their
day weren’t supposed to have.
“I saw that the bride within the bridal dress had
withered like the dress, and like the flowers, and had no brightness left but
the brightness of her sunken eyes. I saw
that the dress had been put upon the rounded figure of a young woman, and that
the figure upon which it now hung loose had shrunk to skin and bone.”
~ Great
Expectations, Chapter 8
Unlike most of the “little old lady” characters I’ve been
comparing, Miss Havisham isn’t our usual “imposing matriarchal figure.” But in a way, her influence does overshadow
the entire plot of Great Expectations. She takes Pip away from his low-born roots, having him educated and
allowing him and his family to believe that she will be his benefactress. When Pip suddenly comes into an inheritance
of mysterious origin and is enabled to become the gentleman his benefactress
has groomed him to be, everyone connects the dots back to Miss Havisham.
Yet Miss Havisham has a much crazier and crueler plan in action: a sort of revenge against mankind (and by mankind I mean mankind) for being jilted at the altar. Her entire being is consumed with using Pip as a guinea pig for her protégé Estella to practice on, to become the greatest femme fatale and bring about the downfall of men. Her psychological influence not only wrecks Pip’s outlook on his future, but also Estella’s. Miss Havisham realized the suffering she’s caused by her twisted and misdirected desire for revenge, but it’s too late for her. Too late, perhaps, for all the characters concerned, since Dickens for once leaves the ultimate fate of Pip and Estella open-ended.
Yet Miss Havisham has a much crazier and crueler plan in action: a sort of revenge against mankind (and by mankind I mean mankind) for being jilted at the altar. Her entire being is consumed with using Pip as a guinea pig for her protégé Estella to practice on, to become the greatest femme fatale and bring about the downfall of men. Her psychological influence not only wrecks Pip’s outlook on his future, but also Estella’s. Miss Havisham realized the suffering she’s caused by her twisted and misdirected desire for revenge, but it’s too late for her. Too late, perhaps, for all the characters concerned, since Dickens for once leaves the ultimate fate of Pip and Estella open-ended.
“She and his father had been at variance from his
earliest remembrance. To sit speechless
himself in the midst of rigid silence, glancing in dread from one averted face
to the other, had been the peacefullest occupation of his childhood.”
~ Little
Dorrit, Chapter 3: Home
Mrs. Clennam of Little Dorrit is pretty much a
one-dimensional caricature of brittle, unforgiving puritanism, of malice
disguised as morality. Chair-bound in
her decrepit house and business building, she greets her son Arthur with
coldness and suspicion when he unexpectedly returns from his business dealings
abroad. She downright disowns him when
he starts asking questions about his father’s deathbed confessions.
Whatever wrong the departed Mr. Clennam did, it has to do with the new companion she’s picked out of the gutters of Marshalsea prison, one Amy Dorrit. Mrs. Clennam has rigid, but unrealistic, ideas about her duty and justice, about repaying the debts of sin that Mr. Clennam left behind. She doesn’t believe in human forgiveness, and so doesn’t seek it from anyone, believing God will be her judge. Yet in the end, faced with full disclosure of her own sins to the world, and realizing that she is helpless, unloved, and alone, she is much like Miss Havisham, realizing too late that had she let go of old prejudices and hurts, she might have been freed to love and be loved by Arthur, Amy, and many other people.
Whatever wrong the departed Mr. Clennam did, it has to do with the new companion she’s picked out of the gutters of Marshalsea prison, one Amy Dorrit. Mrs. Clennam has rigid, but unrealistic, ideas about her duty and justice, about repaying the debts of sin that Mr. Clennam left behind. She doesn’t believe in human forgiveness, and so doesn’t seek it from anyone, believing God will be her judge. Yet in the end, faced with full disclosure of her own sins to the world, and realizing that she is helpless, unloved, and alone, she is much like Miss Havisham, realizing too late that had she let go of old prejudices and hurts, she might have been freed to love and be loved by Arthur, Amy, and many other people.
So far—and I’m sure there are many other elderly ladies
in Dickens’ vast repertoire we could talk about—we’ve looked at two women who
have to various extents gone off the deep end after being wronged in the
distant past. Mrs. Clennam was consumed
with bitterness and self-righteousness after a wrongdoing of her husband, and
Miss Havisham set out to seek revenge on all males after one ruined her
matrimonial hopes. But Dickens does not
leave us just with embittered old women. There is also Betsey Trotwood, hardcore aunt of the titular hero of David
Copperfield:
“The setting sun was glowing on the strange lady, over
the garden fence, and she came walking up to the door with a fell rigidity of
figure and composure of countenance that could have belonged to nobody else.”
~
David Copperfield, Chapter 1: I am Born
Betsey Trotwood may be the most memorable character for
me from David Copperfield. My mom
read it to me for school, and even above David’s own life, starting with his
stepfather’s cruelty, to the bleak description of his boarding school, to his
orphanhood, to his adulthood where “only his hair is drunk,” to the obligatory
love triangle of the dazzling Dora and the pure and saintly Agnes, to the
sniveling villainy of Uriah Heep, to Traddles and his skeletons…even the
protagonist David himself is overshadowed by the giant personality of Betsey
Trotwood.
If I ever become an old curmudgeonly aunt, I hope I
become Betsey Trotwood. She comes into the story right away, just as David’s
mother is about to go into labor. Mrs.
Copperfield is a rather saintly, timid creature, who trembles at the sight of her
imposing sister-in-law. Miss Betsey
herself comes to visit her poor widowed sister-in-law in her time of need—and,
as a side mission, to proclaim herself godmother to her newborn niece who will
be named Betsey Trotwood Copperfield.
Except it’s not a Betsey, but a David who is born. This disappointment disgusts Miss Betsey, who
then disappears from the narrative until Chapter Thirteen, by which time
David’s fortunes have gone quite downhill. His mother has died, he’s had a bad
time at school, he’s lost pretty much everything, and has run away to his
aunt’s home in the last ditch attempt at survival. There he finds a house filled with
eccentrics, not the least of which is Miss Betsey herself, who carries on her
gruff interrogation of her nephew, interspersed liberally with interruptions of
“Janet! Donkeys!” and battles with the aforementioned beasts of burdens who
keep trespassing on her property.
In many ways, Miss Betsey is the no-nonsense,
hard-as-nails version of a fairy godmother to David. Though she often attributes any of his failings
to the coverall reason that “Betsey Copperfield wouldn’t have done such a
thing,” she comes to David’s rescue, giving him a home, family, and protection
in his direst hour of need. She fends
off the villainous stepfather and his sister in a valiant manner that makes one
want to cheer aloud as they read the passage.
And what makes this all the more tremendous is that Miss
Betsey herself is not some untouchable character who has not suffered
personally. Before the events of this
novel, we find out that as an old maid she finally married a younger man named
Trotwood, who was the sort of good looking cad that only marries old maids for
their money. It is implied that not only
did this fiendish Mr. Trotwood beat Betsey, and of course fight with her, but
also once tried to throw her out a second-story window. Betsey eventually paid him off, and he went
off to India and died there.
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