Atlantic Narratives.
by Cornelia A. P. Comer and Amy Wentworth Stone and Elizabeth Ashe and Dallas Lore Sharp and H. G. Dwight and Mary Lerner and Charles Caldwell Dobie and Henry Seidel Canby and Zephine Humphrey and Katharine Fullerton Gerould and Katharine Butler and Madeleine Z. Doty and F. J. Louriet and Ernest Starr and C. A. Mercer and Margaret Sherwood and E. Nesbit and E. V. Lucas and Margaret Lynn and Margaret Prescott Montague and Arthur Russell Taylor.
INTRODUCTION
THE SHORT STORY
There is a story current among companionable golfers of a countryman who reluctantly accepted an invitation from a group of friendly a.s.sociates to try his unpracticed hand at golf. When they all arrived at the links, his friends carefully placed the little carbonadoed sphere upon the tee, and told their aged neophyte that he must try to send this little painted ball to the first hole--plainly marked by the distant waving red flag toward which they pointed. The stalwart old man swung his club valiantly, hit the golf-ball a square, ringing blow, and watched it eagerly as it made its long, swift flight toward the far-off putting-green. His three friends, all loudly congratulating him upon his stroke, went with him in his silent search for the ball. Finally they found it lying just three or four inches from the edge of the first hole. A look of exultant astonishment was upon their faces; a look of keen disappointment upon the face of the old man. "Gee, I missed it," he muttered in disgust. His stroke had been the traditional stroke of the ignorant lucky beginner; he had unwittingly accomplished a feat beyond the dream of the trained expert.
Something similar to this triumphant accomplishment of the golf links has occasionally happened in the realm of story-telling. An untrained narrator, with a good tale to tell and with a natural instinct to select the dramatic incidents and arrange them luckily in effective sequence, has held his hearers in continuously rapt attention, and won from them, at the close of his story, round upon round of spontaneous applause.
But as the literary world has grown older and more mature in its aesthetic judgments, it has naturally grown more exacting. As narrator after narrator has told his stories, the critical public and the academic critics have come to impose certain definite technical demands--demands not so definite or so exacting, however, that the splendor of success in certain ways has not pardoned even rather glaring neglects and defects along certain other concurrent ways.
Now it has been my pleasant task during the recent months to read or to reread scores upon scores of short stories that have been published in the _Atlantic Monthly_. My object has been to select from the Atlantic files some of the best and most representative of these narratives for publication in book form, and thus make these significant stories more readily available for the college, school, and the reading public. Out of this study, as it has combined and recombined with all my impressions of past readings, have come certain convictions that have grown more persistent as the reading and the selecting have progressed.
The net result of this thinking, I may at the beginning a.s.sert, has been to expand and liberalize my convictions concerning the art and technique of short-story writing. The choice of theme is mult.i.tudinous, the methods of allowable treatment generously variable, the emphasis upon character, plot, and setting easily shiftable, and the ultimate effects as diversified as our human moods and interests. Contrary to a currently repeated a.s.sertion, there is, I am convinced, no strict Atlantic type of story--at least none so rigorously conceived as not to allow unquestioned commendation of the narrative art of such varied personalities as Bret Harte, Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Sarah Orne Jewett, John Galsworthy, Mrs. Comer, Mrs. Gerould, E. Nesbit, Jack London, or indeed that whole luminous galaxy of skilled story writers--many of them without fame--who for the past sixty years have been contributing the best of their literary selves to the _Atlantic_. Yet a study of these contributions of such varied types convinces one of certain large demands which each successive editor has, with somewhat lat.i.tudinarian rigor, pretty positively held in mind while he was determining the worth of the given product. What, we may be interested in asking, are these larger and more persistent demands?
_The unified impression_
Perhaps the most obvious requirement is that one upon which Edgar Allan Poe, in his brilliant critical essays on the art of the short story, laid the strongest stress--the demand that the narrator produce an unquestioned unified effect or impression. An examination of the narrative method of the old Metrical Romances and of many of the Arabian Nights Tales will by contrast ill.u.s.trate Poe"s comment. In those writings there was often no apparent plan. The hero started out and had an adventure. This the story-teller narrated as Episode No. 1. The hero continued and had another adventure, similar or dissimilar to the first.
This we recognize as Episode No. 2. And thus the story continued until the narrator"s powers of invention or endurance were exhausted. We close the reading with no sense of satisfied unity--no oneness of impression.
At the beginning of the story, the writer of these Romances and Tales apparently had no definitely preconceived plan, he allowed no foreshadowing of catastrophe, he was careless alike of both beginning and end, he made no conscious use of suspense, setting, character-contrast, reverting narrative, climax, or any of the numerous devices that make up the technique of modern short-story writing. More particularly did he ignore the principle of unified impression.
_Unified impression secured by character domination_
While unity of impression is the sovereign demand in the modern short story, the ways in which this impression may be secured possess interesting variety. One of the most important of these ways is evident in the pervading or directing influence of some strongly dominant character. Events move in accordance with the will of some one person--or, it may be some group of persons with closely related powers and aims.
An interesting example of single character domination is seen in Miss Sherwood"s story, _The Clearest Voice_. Alice, the wife, has been dead five years, yet it is her personality that still pervades and governs the home. Her spirit of kindly interest, her instinct for the aesthetic, her household control--all these have persisted through the long months that have intervened since her death. But it is when the husband is faced by the temptation to accept an inheritance which legally, though not justly, belongs to him--it is then that the influence of the wife"s a.s.sertive character silently and determinedly dictates the correct decision. The husband"s pressing financial difficulties, the urgings of the relatives, the unquestioned legality of the bequest--these are all finally swept aside by the subtle workings of a quietly persisting ethical force.
Sometimes an author reveals the strength and wisdom of one of his characters by allowing this character to yield to the wisdom and domination of another. I am thinking of Mrs. Comer"s story, _The Wealth of Timmy Zimmerman_.[1] As we read the first part of this narrative, we are interested only in Timmy Zimmerman and the personal character problems which the huge profits of the tobacco trust suddenly thrust upon this uncultured but good-souled parvenu. We watch him in his early struggles so full of energy and bold emprise; we rejoice with him in his significant financial triumphs, and later we watch him as he tries, by an expensive building enterprise, by tours through Europe, by the rapid and careless driving of his ten-thousand dollar red automobile, to win back the nervous contentment that was the happy companion of those early years of adventurous poverty. He dominates each separate situation, but he does not solve his problem. It is only when he meets Molly Betterton and sees himself as a.n.a.lyzed by her candid native ac.u.men, that he learns his own weakness and the true potentialities of his wealth. Her character is strong enough to win dominion over him; it is not strong enough to dominate the story and lure the reader away from the controlling interest in the personality whose career the reader has so intently watched. The unity of impression is firmly and continuously centered in the portrayal of Timmy Zimmerman"s character, and it is that which tautly holds the reader"s attention in leash.
A more recent story that secures its chief interest from character portrayal is Mr. Arthur Russell Taylor"s _Mr. Squem_. Mr. Squem is a traveling man who sells Mercury rubber tires. He wears clothes that arrest attention--broad striped affairs that seemed stripes before they were clothes; his talk is profusely interlarded with vulgar but picturesque slang; he is far removed from the academy. Brought into direct contrast with the Reverend Allan Dare and Professor William Emory Browne, his crudity is the more grossly apparent. It is later enhanced by the glimpse we get of his room--"extremely dennish, smitingly red as to walls, oppressive with plush upholstery. A huge deerhead, jutting from over the mantel, divided honors with a highly-colored September Morn, affrontingly framed. On a shelf stood a small bottle. It contained a finger of Mr. Squem, amputated years before, in alcohol."
But in the midst of a railroad wreck, we lose all thought of these ba.n.a.lities and crudities; we take Mr. Squem for what he really is--a genuine, large-hearted, efficient minister unto his fellow men. The impression he creates dominates the entire situation.
Of the cla.s.sic stories which admirably ill.u.s.trate this method of securing a unity of impression through concentrated character interest, we like to revert to Bret Harte"s _Tennessee"s Partner_. It is of small moment that we do not know this man"s name--of small moment indeed that he seems, throughout his mining career at Sandy Bar, to have been content to have his personality dimmed by the somewhat more luminous aura of Tennessee. But when Tennessee"s repeated offences bring him to trial before Judge Lynch, and finally to his doom on the ominous tree at the top of Morley"s Hill, Tennessee"s partner comes suddenly upon the scene and overpoweringly dominates the situation. We close our reading of the story completely impressed by the devoted loyalty of Tennessee"s partner--the loyalty that creates the unified impression.
And this same unity of impression thus secured in _The Clearest Voice_, _The Wealth of Timmy Zimmerman_, _Mr. Squem_, and _Tennessee"s Partner_ by concentrated interest in character, is easily discernible, in scores of other stories. The method is artistically employed by Hawthorne in _The Great Stone Face_, in Maxim Gorky"s _Tchelkache_, Turgenef"s _A Lear of the Steppes_, J. M. Barrie"s _Cree Queery_ and _Myra Drolby_, Thomas Nelson Page"s _Ma.r.s.e Chan_, Henry James"s _The Real Thing_, Joseph Conrad"s _The Informer_, and such well-known Atlantic stories as Anna Fuller"s _The Boy_, Esther Tiffany"s _Anna Mareea_, Florence Gilmore"s _Little Brother_, Ellen Mackubin"s _Rosita_, Charles Dobie"s _The Failure_, Clarkson Crane"s _Snipe_, and Christina Krysto"s _Babanchik_. Indeed the list is well-nigh inexhaustible, and is constantly being increased by the many gifted writers who, enriching our current literature, see in personal character the germ of story-interest.
_Unified impression secured by plot_
Just as in looking at a finished piece of artistic tapestry we get a sense of harmonious design, so in contemplating the events of a well-told story, our sense of artistic completeness is satisfied by the skill displayed in the weaving and interweaving of incident--such weaving and interweaving as bring the significant events into the immediate foreground, and group the items of lesser moment in such an un.o.btrusive manner as to merge them into harmony with the main design.
Preceding the beginning of any story, we a.s.sume the existence of a state of repose. Either there is nothing happening, or, if events are happening, they are simply happening in the atmosphere of dull and inconsequential routine, and are accordingly without the pale of narratable notice. Then, suddenly, or gradually, something happens to disturb this repose; and to this initial exciting force are traceable the succeeding events, with such varied culminations as prosperity, or poverty, or dejection, tragedy or joy, or restored calm, or any one of the mult.i.tudinous finalities that life brings with her in her equipage.
The whole principle of plot, as here briefly a.n.a.lyzed, is simply and artistically revealed in Mr. Ernest Starr"s _The Clearer Sight_--an admirable example of a story whose unity is secured largely by the effective handling of situation and incident. To Noakes, the young scientist who is the central character in the story, the master chemist, Henry Maxineff, has given certain general suggestions for a formula which will give an explosive of great value and of high potential power.
The young man, following these general lines, discovers that, by slight additions and alterations, he can successfully work out the formula and immediately sell his secret to a foreign government. The sum he would thus secure would amply justify him in proposing marriage to Becky Hallam, the girl of his choice. We watch him in his brisk experiments and in his conclusive yielding to the temptation. We see him betraying his employer and at the same time failing to meet the standard of confidence which is demanded by the girl he loves. Right in the midst of these scientific successes and these ethical failures comes the terrible explosion in the laboratory where Noakes was working in secret. He is blinded by the accident--permanently, he thinks. Hara.s.sed by his sufferings--more particularly by his spiritual sufferings--he makes his confessions to Mr. Maxineff and Miss Hallam, and looks despairingly toward the empty future. The story closes with the physician"s hope that the loss of his sight is after all but temporary. As we end our reading and view the events in retrospect, we are conscious of having seen the various threads of interest woven into a complete and unified design.
Again, the principles of plot structure are clearly seen quietly creating their unified impression in _A Sea Change_, one of Alice Brown"s homely stories.[2] Cynthia Miller, a New England housewife, had lived for years her life of dull routine in an isolated mountain farm eight miles from the nearest village. Her husband, Timothy, "was a son of the soil, made out of the earth, and not many generations removed from that maternity." Cynthia gradually comes to despise her life and her husband"s crude carelessness--exemplified by his habitual animal aura and his newly-greased boots by the open oven door. With little ado, but with grim determination, she leaves him and goes to the sea-side home of her sister Frances. Cynthia is taken ill, but is at length cured by the kindly village doctor and the silent ministrations of the neighboring sea. Timothy, changed by the sudden departure of his wife and the opportunity for introspection that his lonely life now brings him, shakes off a bit of his earthiness and goes, after several weeks, to find his wife. We listen to the brief reconciliation and see Timothy begin to breathe in new life of aroused love and appreciation. The author"s skillful manipulation of the action makes us live in the glow of a clearly perceived oneness of impression.
There are, of course, thousands of stories which secure this singleness of effect by a similar skill in the handling of situations and incidents. Among these many we need mention only a few whose unity is largely secured by plot-interest--Thomas Bailey Aldrich"s _Marjorie Daw_, Maupa.s.sant"s _The Necklace_, Poe"s _Murders in the Rue Morgue_, Stockton"s _A Tale of Negative Gravity_ and _The Lady or the Tiger_, Kipling"s _Without Benefit of Clergy_, Pushkin"s _The Shot_, A. Conan Doyle"s _The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes_, and Jack London"s _A Day"s Lodging_.
_Unified impression secured by setting_
Perhaps the most significant critical comment on setting--the third important element in the story-weaving process that secures oneness of impression--is that frequently quoted conversation of Stevenson with Graham Balfour: "You may," said Stevenson, "take a certain atmosphere and get action and persons to express it. I"ll give you an example--_The Merry Men_. There I began with the feeling of one of those islands on the west coast of Scotland, and I gradually developed the story to express the sentiment with which the coast affected me."
There is no sensitive reader who will not sympathize with this feeling and immediately understand how the atmosphere of a particular place will act upon inventive genius and become the exciting force for the production of a story. The squalid surroundings in the city slums, the gay glamour of a garishly-lighted casino, the unending stretch of desert waste, the dim twilight or the shrouded darkness of the pine forest, the bleakness of the beaches in midwinter, the sounding cataracts, haunting one like a pa.s.sion--how rich in storied suggestiveness may be each of these to him who already has within him the instinct of story or romance.
How the mood of place may effect its influence is well expressed in the opening pa.s.sages of John Galsworthy"s _b.u.t.tercup-Night_, which sensitively a.n.a.lyzes the feelings for an unnamed bit of land in the "West country" as the author experienced them one Sunday night of a by-gone early June.
"Why is it that in some places there is such a feeling of life being all one; not merely a long picture-show for human eyes, but a single breathing, glowing, growing thing, of which we are no more important a part than the swallows and magpies, the foals and sheep in the meadows, the sycamores and ash trees and flowers in the fields, the rocks and little bright streams, or even the long fleecy clouds and their soft-shouting drivers, the winds?
"True, we register these parts of being, and they--so far as we know--do not register us; yet it is impossible to feel, in such places as I speak of, the busy, dry, complacent sense of being all that matters, which in general we humans have so strongly.
"In these rare spots, that are always in the remote country, untouched by the advantages of civilization, one is conscious of an enwrapping web or mist of spirit, the glamorous and wistful wraith of all the vanished shapes that once dwelt there in such close comradeship."
We can readily see, as we read _b.u.t.tercup-Night_, that it is the atmosphere of the place that subtly dictates the telling of the story, and at the end leaves the reader breathing this delicious June air and living within the charmed romance of this acc.u.mulated ma.s.s of magical yellow. What happens is interesting, but it is interesting largely because the incidents are fused and integrated with the hovering spirit of place and time--here as dominating in their charm as is the weird, mysterious Usher homestead in its gloom.
While such stories as Stevenson"s _Merry Men_ and Galsworthy"s _b.u.t.tercup-Night_ and Poe"s _The Fall of the House of Usher_ ill.u.s.trate in a particularly striking way the dominant influence of setting, we recall scores upon scores of stories that have an added power because their authors have shown skill in the creation of a permeating and directing environment. Among the more famous of these stories are Sarah Orne Jewett"s _The Queen"s Twin_,[3] Israel Zangwill"s _They that Walk in Darkness_, Prosper Merimee"s _Mateo Falcone_, Hardy"s _Wess.e.x Tales_, Lafcadio Hearn"s _Youma_,[4] Jack London"s _Children of the Frost_, John Fox"s _Christmas Eve on Lonesome_, Edith Wyatt"s _In November_,[5] and Mrs. Gerould"s _The Moth of Peace_.[6]
_Unified impression secured by theme_
Another element of the story which we find interesting to discover and a.n.a.lyze is the author"s dominant theme--what in the older days we might have unapologetically called the moral of the story. But along with the development of the technique of the short story, there came a school of critics and writers that shied terribly at this mention of the word moral; and such writers as Stevenson often seemed over-conscious of its lurking danger. In such consciousness, Stevenson wrote wonderful stories of adventure and mystery, such as _Treasure Island_ and _The Sire de Maletroit"s Door_. Yet the native instinct toward emphasis upon theme allowed him to write such powerful ethical stories as _Markheim_ and _Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde_. But in these, as in most of the modern thematic stories, the ethical truth pervades rather than intrudes. It is so firmly woven into incident and character and surroundings and natural dramaturgy that its ident.i.ty is not exposed to naked bareness, but combines with other elements to produce a perfect unity through harmony of tone and effect.
Among the recent Atlantic story-writers this harmonious linking is seen happily existent in the deft workmanship of Mrs. C. A. P. Comer and Anne Douglas Sedgwick. In each number of three notable trilogies which these gifted writers have contributed, there is an artistic treatment of three notable themes. In Mrs. Comer"s _Preliminaries_, _The Kinzer Portraits_, and _The Long Inheritance_ we find the author"s implied comments on Engagement, Marriage, and Divorce. In Anne Douglas Sedgwick"s unconnected floral trilogy--_Hepaticas_, _Carnations_, and _Pansies_--there is in turn reflected Miss Sedgwick"s att.i.tude toward three themes which are less concrete and which demand a longer phrasing. In the first there is the world-old story of a n.o.ble spirited woman"s love and sacrifice and ardent wishings for her self-victimized son. In _Carnations_ we have the story of a husband, Rupert Wilson, released from the bondage of an unfortunate infatuation and restored to the sanity of love. In _Pansies_ we have a generous tribute to quiet sentiment, developed by a study in character contrasts--the simple-hearted woman, loving a simple garden, contrasted with the kindly disposed but worldly-environed Mrs. Lennard, fond of display and Dorothy Perkins effects, and laying a disproportioned stress upon the expensive and the modern.
In none of these six stories is there the slightest suggestion that the narrative has been conceived in the spirit of propaganda. It would be impossible to say even that it was the underlying theme which gave the initial conception to the narrative and directed its progress. Any one of these six stories I can fancy beginning in plot, or in character, or in setting. Plot, character, setting, and theme--all are here, but all are so happily combined that I feel no disproportionate emphasis, and hence no forcing of a technical element. I only know that, personally, when I think over these stories, I find the theme of each leaving its strong and lingering impression.
What is true regarding this effective combination of elements in these stories of Mrs. Comer"s and Miss Sedgwick"s is of course true of many of the Atlantic stories which I have been reading. Perhaps in the majority of the best there is such a thorough merging of all the elements that the final impression falls upon neither character nor plot nor setting nor theme. The author has had something worth while to relate, and he has related it in a simple and natural way,--all unconscious of, or happily triumphant over, any studied technique in the art of narration.
It has indeed been a conviction in the minds of some of the Atlantic editors that most persons, even though untrained in manipulating the story-maker"s gear, have at least one experience--real or imagined--that is abundantly worth telling and worth writing. Unconsciously of course this artless narrator might throw into bold relief theme, character, setting, or plot. Or he might unconsciously merge these separate interests.
_The woman writers_
Aside from the mere contemplation of story-element technique, there are many other interesting observations which naturally come to one who reads critically the currently published fiction. He who examines the recent Atlantic files will be immediately impressed by the dominant place held by women writers of the short story--Mrs. Wharton, Mrs.
Comer, Mrs. Gerould, Sarah Orne Jewett, Alice Brown, Mary Antin, Zephine Humphrey, Edith Ronald Merrielees, Margaret Prescott Montague, Kathleen Norris, E. Nesbit, Laura Spencer Portor, Anna Fuller, Edith Wyatt, Margaret Lynn, Elizabeth Ashe, Anne Douglas Sedgwick, Elsie Singmaster, Margaret Sherwood. Among the Atlantic contributors we should find it difficult indeed to match this list with an equal number of men equally gifted in story-telling power. But even if we should succeed in such a fatuous pairing of talent, we should still be impressed with the high place attained by the women writers--high in contrast with the place which they have attained in painting, sculpture, architecture, drama, and music.
And why this high attainment in the realm of the short story? Perhaps it is partially due to a lighter-winged fancy native in the feminine mind--a fancy that roves with more natural ease and grace among the animals and flowers of earth, among the clouds and stars and spirits of the sky, among the demon-haunted grottoes of the underworld. From all these easily-directed journeys perhaps it turns more naturally to the penetrable secrets of human motive--penetrable, however, only to those hearts which yield quickly, spontaneously--even wantonly--to the springs of love, hate, beauty, justice, jealousy, fear, vengeance, and the silent routine of daily duty. Doing all this of its natural self, the heart can more readily guide the mind in the deft record of vicarious action. Leastwise, to make a simple record of a real or an imagined experience is a task which can be more easily done by girls than by boys.
As boys and girls grow into maturity and the desire for contact with life increases, the masculine mind finds its natural outlet in business, in wrestlings with the soil, in contests of law and--at the present moment, alas!--in the chaos of relentless war. Woman"s sphere, though continually enlarging, is still relatively narrowed, and she seeks her freedom in the realm of imagination, thus identifying herself oftentimes in the work-a-day contests of men. This mental exercise within the wide gamut of imagined emotions naturally helps her to enter sympathetically into varied contests. And it is perhaps because of her broadened understanding that she is fuller and truer in her written record.