The
path that led Jean Rhys to write the masterly Wide
Sargasso Sea after decades of literary silence
is unlikely, to put it mildly, and it deserves a
novel in itself.
Born
in Roseau, Dominica, in 1894 to a Welsh doctor and
Creole woman, Rhys (whose real name was Ella Gwendolen
Rees Williams) moved to England to study at the
Perse School in Cambridge at the age of sixteen.
She showed promise in the dramatic arts, and she
spent a year studying at the Academy of Dramatic
Art in Bloomsbury. After her father’s death,
though, she was forced to leave the school and seek
work as a model and a chorus girl.
In
1919, she married a struggling Dutch poet and moved
to Paris, where she slipped comfortably into the
Bohemian Left Bank crowd. Despite the fertile surroundings,
she had no literary aspirations of her own until
a friend asked for writing samples. Rhys gave the
friend some diary entries, and the friend worked
them over and showed them to Ford Madox Ford, who
was then editing The Transatlantic Review.
Ford
saw promise in the writing samples, and he took
Rhys under his wing—even bringing her into
his house while her husband served a short prison
term. Perhaps inevitably, Ford also began an affair
with her, and the outcome can be pieced together
from thinly disguised fiction written by Rhys, Ford
and his ‘wife,’ Stella Bowen. (Ford
was only legally married once, to a woman who refused
to divorce him, but he had long-term relationships
with three other women whom he would, each in turn,
consider his wife.)
Under
Ford’s guidance, Rhys’s finely crafted
novels and stories began appearing in print in the
1920s. She slipped from the public eye after sales
tapered off in the 1930s, though, and she was even
believed dead before the writer and critic Francis
Wyndham re-discovered her in the 1960s.
Wide
Sargasso Sea’s publication in 1966 helped
resurrect Rhys’s literary reputation—and
her career. Tigers Are Better-looking appeared
in 1968, and it was followed by a strong short story
collection, Sleep It Off, Lady, in 1976.
In the wake of her renaissance, she received several
awards and was even made a CBE before her death
in 1979 at the age of eighty-four.
Rhys’s
work consistently shows strong craftsmanship and
poetic style, but Wide Sargasso Sea is
her best effort. And as a ‘prequel’
to Jane Eyre, it’s certainly the
novel with the best hook: in a series of first-person
narratives, Rhys explores at length the childhood
and early adulthood of Rochester’s first wife,
‘the madwoman in the attic.’
In
Charlotte Brontë’s novel (published in
1847), the mad wife is a gothic monster, acting
variously as a ghostly apparition, Jane’s
would-be murderer and a legal impediment to Jane
and Rochester’s marriage. With the exception
of her brother’s relatively brief appearance,
she stands largely without a backstory to explain
or assuage her madness, and while Brontë’s
Victorian readers may have found her presentation
acceptable, most modern readers will probably find
the novel strangely cold and indifferent to her
plight.
It’s
therefore especially fascinating to read Wide
Sargasso Sea in conjunction with Jane Eyre—Rhys’s
book reads almost like an antidote to the most ‘objectionable’
elements of Brontë’s work. Indeed, so
close is the connection between the two that Rhys’s
novel doesn’t completely work in isolation
from Brontë’s novel but instead requires
the reader to approach Jane Eyre to finish
the tale. (Which book one begins with colors the
combined reading experience dramatically, of course.)
In
his preface to Rhys’s first book, The
Left Bank, Ford presciently noted in her work
“a terrifying instinct and a terrific—almost
lurid!—passion for stating the case of the
underdog.” In Rhys’s account, Rochester’s
mad wife becomes the ultimate underdog, struggling
against racism, colonialism and chauvinism—along
with Rhys’s abiding terrors, loneliness and
alienation—with admirable courage. Not surprisingly,
in Rhys’s hands, Rochester himself comes out
of it looking far less appealing than Jane would
find him a few years hence; indeed, some readers
might not even recognize Brontë’s darkly
brooding character at first glance.
It’s
not difficult to see Wide Sargasso Sea
and its protagonist’s fate in Jane Eyre
as a veiled autobiography: the Creole / English
girl travels from a life of loneliness and alienation
in the West Indies to an even more bitter (and lurid)
life of loneliness and alienation in England. But
it’s Rhys’s writing style—stunningly
sensual and mellifluous yet pared-down and immediate—that
ultimately makes Wide Sargasso Sea so powerful,
I think. Consider the music and concision in this
small scene in which the future Mrs. Rochester recalls
the nights she spent as a child with one of her
family’s servants:
When
evening came she sang to me if she was in the
mood. I couldn’t always understand her patois
songs—she also came from Martinique—but
she taught me the one that meant ‘The little
ones grow old, the children leave us, will they
come back?’ and the one about the cedar-tree
flowers which only last for a day.
The
music was gay but the words were sad and her voice
often quavered and broke on the high note. ‘Adieu.’
Not adieu as we said it, but à dieu,
which made more sense after all. The loving man
lonely, the girl was deserted, the children never
came back. Adieu.
That
the prose is so tightly—even brilliantly—controlled
is especially impressive, given Rhys’s own
difficulties controlling her own life. Her twin
obsessions, she said, were writing and drinking,
and she had no room in her life for much else. (Her
first child died of pneumonia in a hospital while
Rhys and her husband got drunk in their apartment,
and her daughter, born three years later, was boarded
in places remote from her mother throughout her
childhood.) Ford’s wife Stella wrote that
Rhys was
a
really tragic person…She had a needle-quick
intelligence and a good sort of emotional honesty,
but she was a doomed soul, violent and demoralised.
She had neither the wish nor the capacity to tackle
practical difficulties…[she] showed us an
underworld of darkness and disorder, where officialdom,
the bourgeoisie and the police were the eternal
enemies…and was well acquainted with every
rung of the long and dismal ladder by which the
respectable citizen descended towards degradation…It
taught me that the only really unbridgeable gulf
in human society is between the financially solvent
and the destitute. You can’t have self-respect
without money. You can’t even have the luxury
of a personality.
That
the reader of Wide Sargasso Sea would never
guess its author’s own dire difficulties in
the face of its supreme authorial control is certainly
a testament to Rhys’s writing prowess. In
print, at least, she could control that underworld
of darkness and disorder.
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