Friday, February 16, 2024

 


 


Eustacia Vye, the heroine of Thomas Hardy’s The Return of the Native, does not, perhaps, immediately come to mind when we think of the concept of Silence. Eustacia Vye is anything but silent. She is the grand expression of transcendental nature worship as well as the desire of romantic exploration. The sense-of-place dichotomy, to be one with nature while at the same time trying to transcend it, lies inherent in Eustacia:

“The solitary figure who walked this beat took no notice of the windy tune still played on the dead heathbells. She did not turn her head to look at a group of dark creatures further on, who fled from her presence as she skirted a ravine where they fed. They were about a score of the small wild ponies known as heath-croppers. They roamed at large on the undulations of Egdon, but in numbers too few to detract much from the solitude.

The pedestrian noticed nothing just now, and a clue to her abstraction was afforded by a trivial incident. A bramble caught hold of her skirt and checked her progress. Instead of putting it off and hastening along, she yielded herself up to the pull, and stood passively still. When she began to extricate herself, it was by turning round and round, and so unwinding the prickly switch. She was in a desponding reverie.” (VI. pars. 17-18).

 

Here we see Eustacia the Mystic reveling in the natural environment that defines her, a “desponding reverie.” As the story progresses, we feel her desire for removal into a new, more exciting place than the lot to which she is born. But these introductory paragraphs define Eustacia’s character at its root essence, the oneness with the heath that can only dislodge herself from its brambles in a sympathetic dance

We who read of Eustacia become enamored of her solitary position on the heath, where even the ponies who roam in groups cannot break the silence, the windy tunes of the wind to which Eustacia pays no attention. Through Hardy’s prose, the reader creates a character of transcendence so imbued in her environment as to become one with it. The initial response of any perceiver, I believe, is to feel uncomfortable that they are having to create the art rather than the artist. But the artist, Hardy in this case, asks the perceiver to do more than that. The perceiver needs to be a mystic along with Eustacia, to travel into the “cloud of unknowing,” to search for the silence.

Eustacia Vye is a mystic. Yet she is the bold conqueror of the world outside of that which she knows. Her irony comes in the fact of her using the power from the love she feels for the hero, Clym, the titular “Native,” as he attempts to return to the environment from which he once fled. She wants him to take her away to the new lands, show her the discoveries he has made, and make further discoveries with him. But he is resigned to returning to his roots. He sees in her the Silence and the transcendence of the Nature he once left, but now wants to re-acquire. Thus, her environment proclaims her in its essence and, at the same time, imprisons her.

The ”Silence” of this early modernist novel (1878) becomes a transition from the angst of Transcendentalism to the preoccupation with “Silence” by the postmodernists of the 1960s. Again, we run into definitions. Lyotard defined his “postmodernism” in the late 1970s but was writing about a development that flowered in the 1960s. The “Counterculture” of that era is, in many ways, an outgrowth of the move away from Romanticism inherent in Eustacia Vye – a move away that at the same time is an immersion. And today, half a century beyond Lyotard, we still read of Eustacia and see the continuing presence of the angst of a place at once loved for its rugged beauty, its predisposition towards mystical immersion, and its impetus as a place from which to flee.

 




                                        The Eustacia Vye rose, a variant named for Hardy’s heroine.

 

Hardy, Thomas. The Return of the Native. Project Gutenberg. Original publ. 1878. https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/122/pg122-images.html

 

                                                                        Nick Harris, Feb. 2024

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