Tuesday, May 26, 2020
Virginia Woolf and Wartime Distortions of Natural and Pastoral Imagery in Mrs. Dalloway and Between the Acts - Literature Essay Samples
Alexandra Harris claims in Romantic Moderns that to plant flowers in the middle of a war was to assert oneââ¬â¢s firm belief in the future. Virginia Woolfââ¬â¢s Mrs. Dalloway, published in 1925 seven years after the first world war, and her final novel Between the Acts, published in 1941 in the midst of the second, are full of flowers. The pastoral and natural imagery in these novels echo with nostalgia, commemorating happier times past and hoping for their recreation. However, even in their abundance of flowers and birdsong, the images of the pastoral in Woolfââ¬â¢s work do not always look towards a brighter future. The images are distorted and corrupted, resonating with the remaining fears from the previous war and the encroaching fear of the war to come. In Between the Acts, Woolf uses natural imagery as a means to connect the present to the past, reflecting nostalgia as well as the hope that nature provides for continuity. Miss La Trobe flounders at the silence of the stage, but thankfully ââ¬Ëthe cows took up the burdenâ⬠¦in the very nick of time she lifted her great moon-eyed head and bellowed.ââ¬â¢ The pastoral animals fill the silent void, all in unison with the ââ¬Ësame yearning bellowââ¬â¢ (p. 87). The cows are gentle and ââ¬Ëgreatââ¬â¢, with eyes like a ââ¬Ëmoonââ¬â¢, timeless in orbit and with a worldly continuity. The visceral ââ¬Ëbellowââ¬â¢ joins past and present together: ââ¬Ëit was the primeval voice sounding loud in the ear of the present momentââ¬â¢ (p. 87). Their ability to cross boundaries of time stretches beyond the context of salvaging the pageant as they ââ¬Ëannihilated the gap; bridged the distance; filled the emptiness and continued the emotionââ¬â¢ (p. 87). The ââ¬Ëgapââ¬â¢ and ââ¬Ëdistanceââ¬â¢ of time is ââ¬Ëbridgedââ¬â¢ by the cry of nature, one that filled the ââ¬Ëemptinessââ¬â¢ left by human action, presenting the pastoral as an instrument to con nect with the past and continue to a salvaged future. While the actors are still adorned in their pageant costumes portraying figures from Englandââ¬â¢s history, ââ¬Ëeach still acted the unacted part conferred on them by their clothesââ¬â¢ (p. 121). Their ââ¬Ëbeauty ââ¬â¢ (p. 121) from the past is ââ¬Ërevealedââ¬â¢ (p. 121) by the light: ââ¬Ëthe tender, the fading, the uninquisitive but searching light of evening that reveals depths in water and makes even the red brick bungalow radiantââ¬â¢ (p. 121). The natural glow is ââ¬Ëtenderââ¬â¢, enveloping both nature and the industrial ââ¬Ëred brick bungalowââ¬â¢, joining them under a single place and time to uncover the beauty in each. The idyllic, pastoral setting of the evening creates nostalgia for the beauty that is found in the ââ¬Ëunacted part conferred on them by their clothesââ¬â¢, a ââ¬Ëpartââ¬â¢ that is rooted in pre-war England.Birds and flowers in particular are remembered in Mrs. Dalloway in conjunction with nostalgic thoughts. The depth of Clarissa Dallowayââ¬â¢s emotion for Peter Walsh as she looks at him ââ¬Ëpassing though all that timeââ¬â¢ (p. 37) is likened to a bird that ââ¬Ëtouches a branch and rises and flutters awayââ¬â¢ (p. 37). The emotion is fleeting and gentle, remembered in natural terms that remain ââ¬Ëthrough all that timeââ¬â¢. Clarissaââ¬â¢s happiest memory has flowers scattered in it, reflecting the positive connotations that they can have. This pinnacle, ââ¬Ëthe most exquisite moment of her whole life,ââ¬â¢ followed ââ¬Ëpassing a stone urn with flowers in it. Sally stopped; picked a flower; kissed her on the lipsââ¬â¢ (p. 30). The flowers are the catalysts and witness, poised in Sally Setonââ¬â¢s hand during Clarissaââ¬â¢s ââ¬Ëmost exquisite momentââ¬â¢. For all the magnitude of this instant, it is the presence of the flowers that take precedence, highlighting their lasting power. Cl arissa in particular loves the flower that is arguably Englandââ¬â¢s symbol of continuity, establishing its roots slowly and firmly in the ground: the rose. She thinks them ââ¬Ëabsolutely lovelyââ¬â¢ (p. 101) and cares about them more than international politics, such as the Armenians in the aftermath of their genocide during the First World War: ââ¬Ëshe cared much more for her roses than for the Armeniansââ¬â¢ (p. 102). Nevertheless, they are also strangely ââ¬Ëthe only flowers she could bear to see cutââ¬â¢ (p. 102). This contradicts both her affection for them and their status as symbols of continuity, but hints, rather, at an emerging corruption of traditional natural imagery in face of the horrors of the war. Through likening humans to birds, often in a sinister manner, Woolf begins to corrupt pastoral imagery, tainting it with the actions of humans. In Between the Acts, Isa and Rupert Haines are trapped swans, ââ¬Ëhis snow-white breast circled with a tangle of dirty duckweed; and she too, in her webbed feet was entangled by her husbandââ¬â¢ (p. 2). The ââ¬Ësnow-whiteââ¬â¢ is polluted, and it is difficult to separate the ââ¬Ëdirty duckweedââ¬â¢ that imprisons them both with connotations of barbwire, tangling, cutting and trapping those on the war front. People are constantly described negatively as animals, Mrs. Haines with her ââ¬Ëgooselike eyes, gobblingââ¬â¢ (p. 3), Clarissa with ââ¬Ëa ridiculous little face, beaked like a birdââ¬â¢sââ¬â¢ (p. 9). The beggar woman in Mrs. Dalloway is a sinister bird, ââ¬Ëa looming shape, a shadow shapeââ¬â¢ (p. 70), steeped in an uncertain darkness, she possessed the ââ¬Ëbird-like freshness of the very aged, she still twitteredââ¬â¢ (p. 70). ââ¬ËBird-like freshnessââ¬â¢ is juxtaposed with ââ¬Ëthe very agedââ¬â¢, uniting the two and implying that birds now have ominous echoes of decay and death. The aggressive diction that Lucrezia uses to d escribe her husband Septimus Smith further distorts the bird symbol, drawing them closer to the monstrosities of the war. Her first impression of him was that of a ââ¬Ëyoung hawkââ¬â¢ (p. 124), a bird of prey but still not yet aggressive, until Septimus becomes ââ¬Ëa hawk or crow, being malicious and a great destroyer of cropsââ¬â¢ (p. 126). The circling hawk, ââ¬Ëmaliciousââ¬â¢ and ââ¬Ëa great destroyer of crops,ââ¬â¢ is not unlike circling military aircrafts, threatening to destroy what feeds and fuels a country. These comparisons of Woolfââ¬â¢s between birds and people corrupt natural imagery on several different levels. Firstly, the actions of humans ââ¬â that of the war, maybe even of urbanization ââ¬â have such large repercussions that they affect perceptions of the natural world, that which was meant to remain and continue. Secondly, there could even be suggestions of the transposition of human and animal roles, where humans are now prey on each other and like birds for game, fear being hunted. Moreover, humans are like birds in Woolfââ¬â¢s novels because birds create a birdsong, but through mirroring and merging with humans, it becomes a song of war. The pastoral requires birdsong and there is plenty in Woolfââ¬â¢s novels, but what once was a choir of idyllic chirping is distorted into the sinister, and eventually into a choir of war. Septimus, suffering from shell-shock, hears a sparrow chirping his name ââ¬Ëfour or five times over and went on, drawing its notes out to sing freshly and piercingly in Greek wordsâ⬠¦joined by another sparrow they sang in voices prolongedââ¬â¢ (p. 21). Birds singing with Greek voices were not an unfamiliar notion to Woolf, who in February 1904 suffered her first complete mental breakdown after hearing birds speaking in Greek. The birdsââ¬â¢ voices are now an indication of madness, a corruption of nature. The birdsong is tormenting and ââ¬Ëprolongedââ¬â¢, t he voices are invasive and piercing like the sounds of bombs, drones, gunfire and screams painful memories for a shell-shocked Septimus. However, in Between the Acts, a novel published in 1941, these links to wartime are made even more explicit. The birds are portrayed just as ââ¬Ëpiercinglyââ¬â¢, constantly preventing the characters from sleep: ââ¬Ëshe had been waked by the birds. How they sang! Attacking the dawnâ⬠¦Ã¢â¬â¢, ââ¬Ëthe random ribbons of birdsââ¬â¢ voices woke herââ¬â¢ (p. 127). The diction used begins to resemble that of wartime, ââ¬Ëattackingââ¬â¢ in the morning and randomly appearing in ââ¬Ëribbonsââ¬â¢ of sound. Like air raids, the birds are an aerial onslaught, resounding and preventing humans from sleep and peace. The swallows that dance to the music of the pageant are similar, ââ¬Ëretreating and advancingâ⬠¦yes, they barred the music, and massed and hoardedââ¬â¢ (p. 113). The birds ââ¬Ëretreat and advanceââ¬â¢ like soldiers on the field in their multitudes, barring the music of Englandââ¬â¢s happier past in the play with the song of the present and near future, a song at this point that Woolf knows, is one of war.The distortion of nature, then, signals a loss of the hope and nostalgia found in the pastoral, and indicates the resignation to another world war, the second that Woolf has seen. In Mrs. Dalloway, Woolf and the characters are still recovering from the First World War, but there is the slightest glimmer of hope: ââ¬Ëthe aeroplane soared straight up, curved in a loop, raced, sank, rose, and whatever it did, wherever it went, out fluttered behind it a thick ruffled bar of white smokeââ¬â¢ (p. 17). The plane here is safely for commercial use, ââ¬Ëwriting letters in the skyââ¬â¢ (p. 17), and in its description resembles a swan. The plane ââ¬Ëraced, sank, roseââ¬â¢ in the same way a swan would in water, and this image is compounded by the ââ¬Ëthick ruffled bar of white smokeââ¬â¢, like the ruffled white feathers of the bird. In its comparison to a swan, the plane adopts a naturality that reflects the optimism for the positive undercurrents of the pastoral to return. This, however, is contributed to the historical placing and publication of Mrs. Dalloway, nestled seven years after the First World War without the second in sight. In Between the Acts, however, this begins to change. Airplanes are still compared to birds: ââ¬Ëtwelve aeroplanes in perfect formation like a flight of wild duck came overheadââ¬â¢ (p. 119) and the ducks are still thought of in their unison and harmony, ââ¬Ëperfect formationââ¬â¢. In spite of this, when applied to the planes, the devised aerial arrangement assumes an ominous tinge, indicating that the war is near. Eventually, the inverse comparison of birds as planes is achieved, as starlings become aerial forces attacking a tree, ââ¬Ëthe whole tree hummed with the whizz they made, as if each bir d plucked a wire. A whizz, a buzz rose from the bird-buzzing, bird-vibrant, bird-blackened treeââ¬â¢ (p. 130). The starlings are now mechanical with whizzing sounds and wires, no longer birds but ruthless machines. Conveyed in a tricolon of the birdsââ¬â¢ actions, the tree is overwhelmed and helpless as they would not ââ¬Ëstop devouring the treeââ¬â¢ (p. 130). There is no ââ¬Ëperfect formationââ¬â¢ but merely a chaos that resonates with mechanical, weapon-like sounds that appear to have seeped into the creatures of nature, Woolf disclosing that war is here. Woolf has shown the state of pastoral and natural imagery to be indicators of historical significance in her novels. These images are connections to a happier past, and as Fussell aptly expresses, recourse to the pastoral is a means of both fully gauging the calamities of The Great War and imaginatively protecting oneself against them. However, their distortion throughout Mrs. Dalloway and more significantly B etween the Acts betrays a disintegration of this hopeful nostalgia. The transformation of the natural world into a world of warfare presents Woolf, who in Mrs. Dalloway was attempting to recover from the First World War, eventually being disillusioned in Between the Acts by the emergence of the second. Between the Acts is appropriately named, after all, set in between two great acts ââ¬â the two wars. So, flowers and birds for Woolf are no longer, as Harris argues, optimistic symbols of hope. An episode between Woolf and her husband Leonard encapsulates this sentiment, when one afternoon she called him in from the garden to listen to Hitler on the radio, but he preferred to carry on planting irises that would be ââ¬Ëflowering long after Hitler is deadââ¬â¢. The flowers are Leonardââ¬â¢s optimistic hopes, but Virginia was sitting inside listening to Hitler, dismissing the natural world, hearing and listening instead to the voice of war ââ¬â a sound that corrupts the pastoral in her novels.
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