This
is my final post on Ron Hansen’s Mariette
in Ecstasy. It will amount to some
noted excerpts from the novel and my final review I posted on
Goodreads.
The
first post can be found here.
The
second post here.
The
third post here.
The
fourth post here.
The
fifth post here.
Excerpts:
In
a note to Père Marriott, 14 September 1906:
I
have so much to tell you of Christ’s kindnesses and promises to me, but before
reading further I plead to you: Do not believe anything I say. Writing you gives me such consolation, but as
I begin to put words on paper a great fear overwhelms me. I have such fantastic and foreign things to
report that it seems highly likely that I have dreamed them. I shall say it frankly here that my head is a
bit strange, for I have seen and heard impossible things, and whenever before
has Christ appeared to souls as sinful as mine?
(p. 58)
When
the pains started in September, I had no idea what they truly meant. And then I
persuaded myself that all sisters espoused to Christ by their vows would have
experienced his wounds. You can’t know how stupid and innocent I was! (p. 130)
Mariette
walks a toweled broom along a hallway by Sister Virginie’s cell and then kneels
below a horrid crucifix that she hates, Christ’s flesh-painted head like a
block of woe, his black hair sleek as enamel and his black beard like ironweed,
his round eyes bleary with pity and failure, and his frail form softly breasted
and feminine and redly willowed in blood.
And yet she prays, as she always does, We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you, because by your holy cross
you have redeemed the world. And
just then, she’ll later tell Père Marriott, she is veiled in Christ’s blessing
and tenderness, she feels it flow down from her head like holy oil and thrill
her skin like terror. Everything she has
ever wished for seems to have been, in a hidden way, this. Entire years of her life are instantly there
as if she could touch any hour of them, but she now sees Jesus present in her
history as she hadn’t before, kindness itself and everlasting loyal, good father
and friend and husband to her, hurting just as she hurt at times, pleased by
her tiniest pleasures, wholly loving her common humanness, and her essential
uniqueness, so that the treacheries and sins and affronts of her past seem
hideous to her and whatever good she’s done seems as nothing compared to the
shame she feels for her fecklessness and indifference to him. And she is kneeling there in misery and
sorrow when she opens her hands like a book and sees an intrusion of blood on
both palms, pennies of skin turning redder and slowly rising up in blisters
that in two or three minutes tear with terrible pain of hammered nails, and
then the hand flesh jerks with the fierce sudden weight of Christ’s body and
she feels the hot burn in both wrists.
She feels her feet twisted behind her as both are transfixed with nails
and the agony in both soles is as though she’s stood in the rage of orange,
glowing embers. She is breathless, she
thirsts, she chills with loss of blood, and she hears Sister Dominique from a
great distance, asking “Are you ill?” when she feels an iron point rammed hard
against her heart and she faints. (p.
157-158)
Mass
of the Conversion of Saint Paul, Apostle, 1933.
She
kneels just inside the church of Our Lady of Sorrows, behind the pews of holy
old women half sitting with their rosaries, their heads hooded in black
scarves. High Mass has ended. Externs are putting out the candles and
vacuuming the carpets. And then there is
silence, and she opens to Saint Paul: “We are afflicted in every way possible,
but we are not crushed; full of doubts, we never despair. We are persecuted but never abandoned; we are
struck down but never destroyed.
Continually we carry about in our bodies the dying of Jesus, so that in
our bodies the life of Jesus may also be revealed.” (p.178)
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Review
Posted at Goodreads
The
complexity of this novel belies its simplicity.
We are inside a Benedictine class of monastery, and a new novice,
Mariette, has been taken in, a young woman of seventeen, passionately devout
but filled with all the other fervors a young woman would have. In the course of a few months, Mariette
starts having extreme religious experiences (or perhaps the continuation of
such experiences from before she entered the priory), climaxing with physically
formed stigmata followed by a coma-like ecstasy. Is this real, faked, or a psychosomatic
induced phenomena?
For
much of the novel the reader is in a state of ambiguity and suspense. To understand the novel, the key I think is
to understand why the novel is set in 1906 going into 1907. By 1906 medicine has developed to an
understanding of germs, vaccines, and x-rays.
By 1906, psychology was the rage; Freud published Three Essays on the Theory of Sexuality in 1905. By 1906 religious experiences were being
located inside the mind; William James published The Varieties of Religious Experiences in 1902. And perhaps more importantly, in 1907 Pope
Pius X published, Pascendi Dominici
Gregis, the encyclical refuting modernism.
You the reader are placed inside the world of the novel to discern a
supernatural phenomenon with a modernist worldview. But mind you, if you believe the author
leaves it at the end for the reader to decide the nature of the phenomena as
some reviewers have stated, you have misread the novel. Hansen is quite clear.
There
are several major themes that stem out of the novel: the ambiguity of religious
experience, the shift to a worldview based on empiricism, the unwillingness of
people to change their habitual lives even if Christ has entered it. But for me I think the most profound theme in
the novel is the theme of achieving holiness through humiliation. For Mariette, the stigmata and ecstasy are
not the culmination of holiness but steps on the way to reaching a fuller
holiness. We see at the end her pride extinguished,
and the death of the old self into a new creation.
This
is a novel of high craft, fine prose, even poetic prose, complex characters,
especially Mariette the central character, profound ideas, and the beautiful
creation of an original world. In short Mariette in Ecstasy is a work of art and
Ron Hansen's masterpiece.
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