Ethan Frome, Summer, Bunner Sisters (3 page)

Pagan sensuality is at the heart of the novel’s escapism, but the heroine is not a joyous figure, and the summery outdoors is not the novel’s only landscape. Charity Royall is a discontented creature, more like a small-town Undine Spragg than like Mattie in
Ethan Frome
. (Conrad, who enjoyed
Summer
, praised her ‘bewildered wilfulness’ in a letter to Wharton in October 1917). She is trapped in a gossipy, puritanical, and philistine little town, which is almost all she has ever known. She lets out hot bursts of inarticulate resentment: ‘How I hate everything!’ ‘Things don’t change at North Dormer: people just get used to them.’ The name of the town puns on the French for sleep, implying ‘dormant’ and ‘dormitory’. North Dormer defines its level of civilization not against Boston or New York or the wider world but against ‘the Mountain’, a ‘bad place’ that looms over the town from fifteen miles away, where a squalid, degenerate community, ‘a little colony of squatters’, lives beyond the pale of the law or the church or any genteel ‘household order’. (They are said to be descendants of the men who built the local railways fifty years before, who took to drink and ‘disappeared into the woods’. Wharton derived them, she
tells us in her memoir,
A Backward Glance
, from a real colony of ‘drunken mountain outlaws’ on Bear Mountain, near Lenox.) This is where Charity Royall was born, rescued as a little girl by Lawyer Royall from a convict and a bad mother, and brought up first by the lawyer and his wife, and then, after Mrs Royall’s death, by him alone. Her name has been imposed on her, marking her out as a recipient of philanthropy, and a possession. She is made to feel ‘poor and ignorant’ and ashamed of her origins, protected only by the distinction of her guardian.

Mr Royall, though banked down for a great deal of
Summer
(because we mainly see him through Charity’s eyes) is its most powerful and problematic character: Wharton always insisted that ‘
he’s
the book’. A disappointed man who could have had a better career somewhere else, vigorous, intelligent, impressive, he is also gloomy, bitter, given to drink, and in need of female company. He once tries to break his way into Charity’s room when she is seventeen; she holds him at bay by force of will, and never forgives him. When, after this, he asks to marry her, he seems to become ‘a hideous parody of the fatherly old man she had always known’. She continues to live in his house, but on her own terms, which includes taking a pointless job at the moribund local library, where she sits furiously all day surrounded by books she has no idea how to read.

This is where she is at the start of the novella, which immediately introduces a blithe, handsome, cultured young visitor, Lucius Harney, an architect interested in old New England houses, with whom Charity falls in love. (Harney is thinly characterized, but he is meant to be lightweight.) Her secret love affair, ‘a wondrous unfolding of her new self’, which makes her even more conscious of her ignorance and provincialism, comes under the constant pressure of small-town surveillance. For all its romantic ardour, rhapsodically conveyed, it is increasingly felt to be a risky illusion, shadowed by menace and fear.

Large-scale realistic local set-pieces interrupt the idyll, which combine, as increasingly in Wharton’s postwar American writing, nostalgia and distaste. There is a July Fourth celebration in Nettleton (based on Pittsfield), complete with
omnibuses, shop displays of confectionery and fancy goods, a firemen’s band and a picture show, trolley rides to the Lake and fireworks displaying ‘Washington crossing the Delaware’. A romantic adventure for Charity, it ends humiliatingly in an encounter with a drunken, abusive Royall. That is followed by North Dormer’s marking of Old Home Week with a banquet, a dance, a procession to the church, and speeches, for which the local girls are dressed – highly ironically in Charity’s case – in vestal, sacrificial white. Wharton enjoys herself with these local American rituals, viewed through Charity’s impressionable eyes. T. S. Eliot, reviewing
Summer
in the
Egoist
in January 1919, thought the whole thing was a satire on the New England novel, done by ‘suppressing all evidence of European culture’. This is not quite true, as a touch of French culture is slipped into Nettleton when Lucius takes Charity to a little French restaurant. But these provincial festivals do display the American insularity and isolationism that Wharton had been complaining about in the early years of the war, before the United States involved itself in the struggle. She calls it, drily, ‘sentimental decentralization’, and makes fun of the genteel spinster, Miss Hatchard, who insists on the importance of ‘reverting to the old ideals, the family and the homestead, and so on’.

The idea of ‘home’ in
Summer
goes beyond a satire on provincialism and insularity, though. It plays through the novella in subtle ways. Lucius is investigating the fine old eighteenth-century houses of rural New England, many of which have been left to decay: his architectural interests show up the local indifference, at the time, towards historical American homes. The lovers’ secret trysting-place is a deserted, ghostly little house in an abandoned orchard, a fragile, pathetic, makeshift home. Lawyer Royall makes a speech at the ceremony, which shows him at his best, about ‘home’ as a site of potential, not of confinement. Those who have gone away from their old home may return ‘for good’: to make it a ‘larger place’ and ‘to make the best of it’. Wharton was partly thinking, as she often did, about what it would have been like for her to go back to America and stay there, instead of living her life in France. But she was also implying that small-town America needed to
look outward and could be improved by sending its sons off to war.

The grimmest ‘home’ in the novella is the savage place Charity comes from, a derelict shed on the mountain, described with as much brutality as Wharton can muster. This is where Charity goes when her lover leaves her for a girl of his own class and she becomes pregnant, and this is where she tells herself she belongs. There is no romance or decorum here to cover over the life of the body, displayed with shocking ruthlessness in the figure of Charity’s dead mother:

A woman lay on it [a mattress on the floor] but she did not look like a dead woman; she seemed to have fallen across her squalid bed in a drunken sleep, and to have been left lying where she fell, in her ragged disordered clothes. One arm was flung above her head, one leg drawn up under a torn skirt that left the other bare to the knee: a swollen glistening leg with a ragged stocking rolled down about the ankle.… She looked at her mother’s face, thin yet swollen, with lips parted in a frozen gasp above the broken teeth. There was no sign in it of anything human: she lay there like a dead dog in a ditch.

Charity’s only consolation for this sight is the burial service, administered by the priest who is going to help her return to her guardian and her town, where she also belongs – and does not belong. The powerful burial scene on the mountain takes us back to the world of war in Europe from which
Summer
was meant to be an escape. All the ingredients of war that were at the forefront of Wharton’s mind at this time – the slaughter, the corpses, the wretched women and children, the refugees with their homes destroyed, the balm of religious ritual, the efforts, however inadequate, of charity – cluster behind this scene. And Charity is a victim, like so many of the war survivors Wharton was dealing with at the time of writing
Summer
.

The choices she has, as a woman, are few and grim. This is one of Wharton’s most outspoken and lacerating books about the limitations of women’s lives – for all that she is not easily described as a feminist. Charity is at the mercy of a male double standard. Royall, himself prone to ‘debauchery’, is violently abusive about Charity’s ‘half human’ mother and Charity’s bad blood, and the person he talks to about this is
the two-timing Lucius, as though both men are conspiring to judge and define the speechless, exploited girl. Charity’s choices are to return to the ‘animal’ life of her mother or to have an abortion or to become a prostitute. These options are very clearly spelt out, much more openly than in any previous novel of Wharton’s. There is even a visit to the abortionist: the sign reads ‘Private Consultations … Lady Attendants’, and the woman doctor seems to be Jewish. There are several uses of the word ‘whore’. (As a result,
Summer
was banned in Pittsfield and much disapproved of by Wharton’s Boston readers.) Charity is recognizably in the tradition of ‘the woman who pays’: pregnant Hetty Sorrel in
Adam Bede
, Tess abandoned by her lover in Hardy’s novel. Wharton even has Charity encountering a preacher on the road, in a ‘gospel tent’, like Tess’s encounter with a travelling evangelist. Most of all she invokes Hester Prynne in Hawthorne’s
Scarlet Letter
, cast out by the Puritan community for adultery, more in tune with the natural wilderness than the town, and listening, as Charity listens, to the rhetoric of the preacher giving his great Election Day sermon on the values of America. Wharton plants the clue herself, comparing
Summer
’s realism with Hawthorne’s in
A Backward Glance
. And there is a strong echo of Hawthorne’s obsessional, spying old husband Chillingworth in Lawyer Royall.

The ending of
Summer
is extremely disturbing, and to some readers as harrowing as the ending of
Ethan Frome
and as bleak as
Bunner Sisters
. The window onto joy and romance closes down for ever, and Charity, in a state of passive horror and exhaustion, allows herself to be led off the mountain, and married, by her much-hated father figure. The ending can be read as a depressing immolation of youth and hope in a hypocritical and quasi-incestuous social compromise. Or it can be seen as a realist adjustment on both sides, since at this point Royall becomes grave, kindly, and forbearing, and Charity feels reassured and secure, as in a refuge. Royall’s acceptance of Charity and her baby could be read not as exploitative but as bravely introducing into self-protective, small-town America a necessary new influx of ‘strange blood’. Wharton’s readers cannot agree about the ending, because the book pulls against
itself. The loss of midsummer love is felt as unbearable but inevitable. Growing up (for countries as for people) is a process of ‘tragic initiation’, and it means moving from romance to ‘ineluctable reality’, adopting the stoicism that is the only virtue left in the face of great catastrophe, and ‘making the best of it’.

Hermione Lee

HERMIONE LEE
is Goldsmiths’ Professor of English Literature and Fellow of New College, Oxford. Her books include biographies of Edith Wharton and Virginia Woolf, and critical studies of Elizabeth Bowen, Willa Cather and Philip Roth.

There is no complete, up-to-date bibliography of Edith Wharton, no complete edition of her letters (and none currently planned), and no complete edition of her novellas and short stories (the editions listed below all have omissions). This list provides the most useful current bibliographies and editions. The current state of Wharton studies and Wharton editions is well covered by Clare Colquitt in her ‘Bibliographical Essay: Visions and Revisions of Wharton’, in
A Historical Guide to Edith Wharton
, ed. Carol J. Singley, Oxford University Press, 2003.

STEPHEN GARRISON
,
Edith Wharton: A Descriptive Bibliography
, University of Pittsburgh Press, 1990.

KRISTIN O
.
LAUER
and
MARGARET P
.
MURRAY
,
Edith Wharton: An Annotated Secondary Bibliography
, Garland, 1990.

PAUL LAUTER
,
The Heath Anthology of American Literature
, 2002 (contains Edith Wharton’s 1908 love diary, ‘The Life Apart’).

FREDERICK WEGENER
, ed.,
The Uncollected Critical Writings of Edith Wharton
, Princeton University Press, 1996.

Edith Wharton: The Collected Short Stories
, ed. R. W. B. Lewis, Scribner’s, 1968 (does not include
Bunner Sisters
).

Edith Wharton: Collected Stories 1891–1910, Collected Stories 1911–1937
, ed. Maureen Howard, Library of America, 2001.

Edith Wharton: Ethan Frome
, Norton Critical Edition, eds Kristin O. Lauer and Cynthia Griffin Wolff, Norton, 1995 (contains useful critical and background material including Wharton’s own comments on
Ethan Frome
).

Edith Wharton’s Library: A Catalogue
, compiled by George Ramsden, introduction by Hermione Lee, Stone Trough Books, Settrington, 1999.

Since Wharton’s death in 1937 biographical treatments have included a personal and catty memoir (Lubbock), copiously illustrated ‘woman in her time’ approaches (Auchincloss, Dwight), an authorized, pioneering, prize-winning life, with enormous amounts of new materials, for many years the ‘standard’ version (Lewis), feminist and revisionary treatments with significant new materials (Wolff, Benstock), and in
2007 my substantial new account of the life and works. New letters are still coming to light, as in Bratton. Wharton’s own versions of her life are guardedly revealing.

LOUIS AUCHINCLOSS
,
Edith Wharton: A Woman in Her Time
, Michael Joseph, 1971.

SHARI BENSTOCK
,
No Gifts From Chance: A Biography of Edith Wharton
, Scribner’s and Hamish Hamilton, 1994, Penguin Books, 1995.

DANIEL BRATTON
, ed.,
Yrs Ever Affectionately: The Correspondence of Edith Wharton and Louis Bromfield
, Michigan State University Press, 2000.

ELEANOR DWIGHT
,
Edith Wharton: An Extraordinary Life
, Harry N. Abrams, 1994.

HERMIONE LEE
,
Edith Wharton
, Alfred A. Knopf and Chatto & Windus, 2007.

R
.
W
.
B
.
LEWIS
,
Edith Wharton: A Biography
, Harper & Row, 1975, Harper Colophon Books, 1977.