Showing posts with label the summer without men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the summer without men. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Siri Hudsvedt's 'The Summer without Men' and its Visual Narrative

Quite recently, the fiction class I am in has finished looking at Siri Hudsvedt's The Summer without Men and nobody but myself had bothered to mention the visual narrative contained within the text, which in itself tells the story contained but in a short burst of four illustrations.

 This disappointed me, as I am disappointed in any other form of literary analysis where the inclusion of visual elements is evident. The author, in this case, has most certainly placed those illustrations there on purpose thus you cannot entirely unpack and analyse the story itself alone because there within it lies an entire different narrative, not different of course in terms of the context, but certainly different in terms of the way in which the context is presented - visually.

And they preach about catering for the needs of varied intelligences of students within a classroom setting yet they do not perform this. I am a visual person, and if my teacher had come into class that day and told us about the exciting visual narrative contained within The Summer without Men then I would have most definitely paid more attention than I did that day. And I cannot help it. Though, I did mention it in a class discussion and it seemed foreign to my teacher and classmates. It honestly upset me. 

I did, however, sneakily include the analysis of these four illustrations in my essay response to the text and another text, right before the conclusion. I am yet to know how my teacher will react to this but I surely hope she does not react the same way as she did in class that day. What I said is not entirely foreign to my peers, either, so I am failing to understand why they treated the idea that I imposed like it were. All I mentioned was that The Summer without Men contains an alternate narrative in its four illustrations. Now, I know that most of my peers have not read the text, but out of the ones that did, did they just merely pass each illustration without thinking more of it? How could they just ignore each of them? The meaning contained within each is humungous, and when analysed by myself, did play out the text visually.

For those of you who are not yet familiar with the text, it follows the mental breakdown and transformation of the protagonist, Mia, whose husband of thirty years, Boris, decides to have a 'pause' in their marriage to pursue a younger French co-worker. He has an affair with this co-worker, and decides to try to come back to Mia, who in the meanwhile, was admitted into a psychiatric facility and ends up spending her summer indeed, with no men in sight. It is in interesting story, delivered in a very intellectual manner, and contains aspects of feminism which work to liberate females from their stereotypical roles.



This first image, located early on in the book, shows the protagonist 'boxed in', per se, and drowning in the box that she is caught in. She is stretching out her two hands, in attempt to receive help, in the same likeness that a drowning person would. This would perhaps suggest that at this stage, she is drowning in her mental agitation, or perhaps even her situation which had completely stumped her, seeing as her husband is quite a rational person - what had caused him to behave so irrationally?




 The second image, above, shows Mia slyly coming out of the box which had her imprisoned for quite some time. The look on her face suggests that she is far more comfortable in the situation now, compared to the previous look where she appeared to be panicky. She is now studying the world outside of the bow that had encapsulated her, and is about to take flight.



This third illustration brings in another character, who I think to be Abigail - in the novel, Abigail is an old lady who is part of Mia's mother's friendship group, 'The Swans', and secretly embroiders women acting against the social norms of females, for example performing masturbatory activities, within her craftworks. Now, judging by that and judging by the fact that Abigail allowed only Mia to see these craftworks makes me think that this is her in the image, showing Mia the different ways women should be able to thrive, and Mia taking it into account, now fully out of the box.



The final image is not only the most important, but the most liberating, because that is indeed what is being portrayed - Mia is liberated utterly from the box of norms, of troubles, of agitation, and is now floating in serenity. This could also suggest that she has a freer headspace, and now does not take the situation she is in as really bad.


From these images, one could create an entirely new narrative, or having read the text, can align it with the narrative provided. This is why I was ashamed when nobody took them into account. They do indeed tell another story and should not be flicked away like a read page in a book. The saying 'a picture tells a thousand words' indeed applies to this, and as a person highly interested in art as I am in literature, I agree to this with no hesitation. Art, any form of art, has meaning, and this one cannot be ignored. I highly recommend the reading of this text, and the noticing of its four key drawings.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

These Essays and Other Essays

Since this is my one-hundred and forty-second consecutive daily essay, I think it is safe to say that I have gotten used to writing these dreaded things. I have gotten so used to it that I cannot go a day without writing one. However, this all dissipates when I come across needing to write one for scholarly reasons, for university.

It is then that my mind shuts down. I stare at a blank document, and I fear beginning writing it or even writing it at all. I think this is because I fear the judgement of my teacher. How is it that she requires me to write? Will I leave a silly mistake behind for her to pick up and judge me on? Will I fulfil all that is required of me according to the attached criteria sheet? All of this clouds my mind and I do not end up writing the actual essay until the day before it is due, rather the night before it is due.

Writing other essays, this included, comes almost naturally to me because I have the power to choose my audience, to write whatever it is that I please to write about and to write it at any given length, none of which exceed a thousand words and ramble slightly off topic. Writing particular essays, though, such as the one required of me by this Wednesday, proves an uncertainty, until of course the moment it is due. There has never been an essay that I have not been able to write and you may say that this is slightly hypocritical of me to do such a thing, that is write an essay about the struggles of writing an essay, however the contexts are quite varied in both situations.

Consider this: this essay, right now, is like a wild bird. It is not caged, nor is it rendered by 'owners' or people who have agency over it. Now, consider the essay for university a bird that is domesticated, controlled, a bird whose owner has agency on what it consumes, how long it is left outside of the cage and the lengths it can stray. That is how I feel about these two types of essays. Also, the essays I write on here are predominantly informal, which means that I do not need to bother to look through academic journals, use what I have found in these academic journals and then reference them. In the university essay, though, that is the vital part. The vital part in that case also lies within the links between the academia and my argument.

Like when I draw, I prefer to write in my own time, in a time allocated for myself, in a time that I see fit, and on a subject matter that I decide. I know that it is required of me to produce essays as part of inputting my own voice into the university system, and I know that I am certainly contradicting myself in that I am a pro-essayer and I encourage others to be too and to turn away from their fears of essays, however it is painful to form an opinion that is biased about a book that I did not at any stage tolerate and about the topic of gender which I equally cannot tolerate. It is simply too difficult.

However, I have spent three weeks internally complaining. The university essay is due this Wednesday, which means that I have the rest of today and tomorrow to begin and complete the one-thousand and five hundred worded piece. This is not enough time, so I suppose I will have to end this essay here.