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– St. Catherine of Siena

Sunday, June 28, 2020

Personal Essay: Welcome Back Home


Today after fifteen weeks, I returned to Mass since the Coronavirus caused the lockdown.   It was the first Sunday Mass allowed in New York City, the first Mass had been allowed this past Monday.  I had not the opportunity to go the entire week.

Yes, we had to wear masks.  Yes every other row was cordoned off from sitting, and there were tape marks on the pews locating a six foot distance.  My church has two center aisle sets of rows of pews and one set on each side.  The two outer set could be used for families where one was not required to sit six feet apart. 

People were, however, required to fill out from the front of the church towards the back.  As it is my habit to get there a half hour early, I sat in the first row on the family side with my son.  There would be no collection at offertory, but everyone should drop their envelope or offering in the basket at the rear of the church.  That is how I know we missed fifteen weeks of Mass.  I had fifteen envelopes at home before I got to the one with today’s date.

Everyone wore masks, even our music director, Ms. Williams.  There was no choir and she sang alone with the mask on.  We were actually surprised to see her.  We thought it would be a bare-bones, no music Mass.  There were no altar servers or readers.  The priest had to do all the readings.  But there was precious music.

Father Eugene was alone in procession on the opening hymn, wearing a mask, but thankfully took it off once he got behind the altar.  Before Mass, when he came out to ensure the altar was set proper, I was able to speak to him.  If you remember I mentioned he lost hismother to the virus early on.  I passed my sympathies to him, and then he told me between family and friends he had lost six to the virus.  Oh my, I was stunned.  What a cross he has had to bear through this.  My son said he had a tear in his eye when he was retelling it.  I was so stunned I had looked away and not noticed. 

There were no missals to avoid sanitizing them, but I knew this would be, so I took with me my monthly Magnificat which has all the readings. 

And then we stood for the opening hymn, “Table of Plenty.”

Come to the feast of heaven and earth!
Come to the table of plenty!
God will provide for all that we need,
Here at the table of plenty.

As the organ played and Ms. Williams, opera voiced trained, sang, Father Eugene in green vestments walked down the nave, genuflected as he faced the tabernacle, held that genuflection on his knee for a good moment, walked up the altar steps, got behind the altar, took off his black mask, bent over and kissed the top of the altar as is custom, and stood facing the congregation.  “Welcome back home,” were his first words.

And for the next hour, all the troubles of the last fifteen weeks, the virus, the lockdown, the ventilators, the deaths, the protests, the riots, the statues, the cops, the cancel culture, the controversies all disintegrated into particles one by one before one’s eyes and fell from the air like dust mites.  Time suddenly transformed into the timeless time of heaven, and peace settled into the sacred space.



I love Collin Raye’s version of that classic!

Friday, June 26, 2020

Short Story Analysis: A Good Man is Hard to Find by Flannery O’Connor, Part 1

Summary

A family of five and the grandmother from Georgia go on driving vacation toward Florida when the grandmother connives her son, the driver, to take a detour to a southern plantation she remembers.  The detour turns into a dirt road, and the grandmother’s cat jumps out of a bag to disturb the driver, leading the car to flip onto the side of the road.  Coming to their assistance is an escaped convict, who calls himself “The Misfit,” and two of his henchmen, which leads to a climatic dialogue between the Misfit and the grandmother.

We have two weeks to read and discuss this story.  Let’s not give away the ending the first week.  We can discuss the ending starting next week.  This will give everyone a chance to read it without it being spoiled.  In the meantime, there are at least three ways to enjoy this story.

(1) Enjoy all the witty and zany humor that runs throughout the story.  Heck, there’s even a monkey in the story.  What’s a monkey doing in rural Georgia anyway?  I picked this story because we wanted something a little more fun after all this pandemic news.  There’s even a reference to the Spanish flu in the story!

(2) Notice the sequence of events that string together that leads to the climatic ending.  Notice the situational irony in the events and verbal irony in the dialogue.

(3) Compare the characters of the Misfit and the Grandmother.  What makes them different?  What do they have in common?

Next week when we open this up to discuss the ending, we can discuss the deeper implications of the story.  What is, after all, a “good man?”  What are the theological implications of the story?


“A Good Man is Hard to Find” is on page 130.

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Let’s start with some aspects of the grandmother’s character.  We see her chief trait in the very first sentence of the story:  “The grandmother didn’t want to go to Florida. She wanted to visit some of her connections in east Tennessee and she was seizing at every chance to change Bailey’s mind.”  And later in the first paragraph she tells her son, “Here this fellow that calls himself The Misfit is aloose from the Federal Pen and headed toward Florida and you read here what it says he did to these people. Just you read it. I wouldn’t take my children in any direction with a criminal like that aloose in it. I couldn’t answer to my conscience if I did.”  Grandma, as I will refer to her since she is nameless, is manipulative, scheming, calculating, devious, and I would even say, passive-aggressive.  And those aren’t even her only sins.  When she doesn’t get her way, John Wesley, the boy, tells her to stay at home.  Grandma responds back in a childish exchange with the two children.

“She wouldn’t stay at home to be queen for a day,” June Star said without raising her yellow head.
“Yes and what would you do if this fellow, The Misfit, caught you?” the grandmother asked.
“I’d smack his face,” John Wesley said.
“She wouldn’t stay at home for a million bucks,” June Star said. “Afraid she’d miss something. She has to go everywhere we go.”
“All right, Miss,” the grandmother said. “Just remember that the next time you want me to curl your hair.”
She’s vindictive, petty, and childish, reducing herself to their level of childish bickering.  Obviously this wasn’t the first time.  June Star turns out to be right, Grandma is the very first person ready for the trip the next morning.  The kids know her well.  And still these aren’t her only sins.  We see she is racist, uppity to those who may not have as much money or privilege as she has, and down-right condescending. 

And still these are not her only sins.  She idolizes a time of slavery, “the plantation,” and measures the worth of people on whether they own mansions and hold stock.  When June Star tells Grandma that she wouldn’t have been interested in a man that just brought over watermelons, Grandma responds, “she would have done well to marry Mr. Teagarden because he was a gentleman and had bought Coca-Cola stock when it first came out and that he had died only a few years ago, a very wealthy man.” 

And she just lies.  Now, I don’t blame her for lying when faced with the Misfit holding a gun at her, but did she really tell the truth to Red Sammy that he was a “good man?”  Here she just got finished describing her ideal man in Mr. Teagarden (a name that suspiciously sounds contrived and may not have been a true story) when she tells a sort of slob of a guy, “the fat boy with the happy laugh” according to his sign who the whole time is never happy or laughs (actually he’s morose and sullen) that he is a “good man.”  We don’t have enough information on whether Sammy is a good man—he seems to be lying with his sign—and certainly Grandma doesn’t have enough information.  She just met him.  Maybe he is or maybe he isn’t, but she seems to come to a conclusion on a simple anecdote. 

Notice what Sammy says after she tells him he’s a good man. ““Yes’m, I suppose so.”  He agrees.  We all think we’re good people.  And the grandmother’s constant telling people they’re “good” is really a projection of what she thinks of herself.  She considers herself “good,” despite the litany of sins we see on every page.  She thinks of herself as a Southern Lady, who is not common, who is above the modern people, above the blacks, and above the Europeans.  What it comes down to is that she is prideful, the most damning sin of all.


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I know some don’t believe me this is a funny story.  Without getting to the ending, which seems to throw the comedy off balance—just like the Misfit says, “Jesus thown everything off balance,” the climax throws the story humor off balance—let me highlight some of the funny comedic moments. 

In the hopes of getting her son to change his mind about where to go on vacation, Grandma says, “Just you read it. I wouldn’t take my children in any direction with a criminal like that aloose in it. I couldn’t answer to my conscience if I did.”  Well that’s exactly what she does in having them turn around and go down that dirt road.

When we first see Baily’s wife she is described as having a face “as broad and innocent as a cabbage and was tied around with a green head-kerchief that had two points on the top like a rabbit’s ears.”  And her personality is rather like a cabbage.

When John Wesley is asked what he would do if he met up with the Misfit, he says, “I’d smack his face.”  Yeah, sure.

The childish back and forth between the children and the grandmother is a sort of low brow comedy, kind of like a TV skit. 

Grandma is dressed rather formal for a driving vacation trip, white gloves, a navy, print dress accented with lace and a decorative pin at the neckline.  And a rather pompous hat.  Reminds me of characters in the TV show Hee Haw from the 1970s, which was full of funny southern stereotypes.  Ironically she thinks, “In case of an accident, anyone seeing her dead on the highway would know at once that she was a lady.”

The road stop diner they stop to eat is owned by Red Sammy Butts, a man who wears his pants just above his butt, has a belly flopping over that looks like a “sack of meal,” “the fat boy with the happy laugh” as he calls himself, but as it turns out as I said he is just the opposite, morose and sullen. 

Chained in Red Sammy’s parking lot is a monkey who seems to be scared of the children, chattering and climbing the tree.  Why a monkey in rural Georgia?  I’m not exactly sure, but it’s awfully strange and comedic.  It seems almost like a living gargoyle. 

Of course with the accident you have the cat jumping out of the bag, latching itself to Baily as he’s driving, and causing the car to flip into a ditch.  Then the children coming out shout for joy:  ‘“We’ve had an ACCIDENT!” the children screamed in a frenzy of delight’ and then find themselves sorry that no one was killed.  It’s slapstick. 

There’s lots of subtle humor.  It really is meant to be funny.

My Replies to Funny Moments:
(1) Yes, Irene, the Misfit's final assessment of the grandmother is very important and goes into the theological dimensions of the story. We can discuss that next week.

To Kelly, yes that [Grandmother getting the wrong dirt drive, the wrong state] was very funny. I almost put that down in my list but I had to cut it off somewhere. I also thought it very funny that the grandmother hoped she had damaged an organ in the accident in the hopes it would delay Bailey's ire.

And another very funny moment was Bailey's ire when Grandma tells the Misfit she recognizes him. O'Connor doesn't actually use the cuss words, but we are left to imagine some pretty intense four letter words coming out of Bailey's mouth.

(2) Haha!. Very good Ashleigh. Yes, she's tricky, or at least she tries to be. Everything , however, turns into a disaster!

(3) The other time we get an insight into Bailey is when he screams at his mother. There's not much O'Connor gives us. But given how unruly the children are, I don't know if we can consider them good parents. What's interesting is that the Misfit seems to have better control over the children than the parents. O'Connor does characterize the mother as looking as innocent as a "cabbage." Is that a compliment or a swipe? I don't take that as a compliment, especially since she has a head-kerchief on that is described as "rabbit ears." She seems silly too. O'Connor points out twice that she is wearing slacks, which I take for 1950's South is outside the norm and suggestive of something. I just don't know what it suggests.

(4) Bailey is not so silent, but they are poor parents as far as I can tell. The children are absorbing and obtaining the grandmother's personal defects. The children are a bunch of misfits. ;)

(5) There just isn’t enough material there to fully to understand Bailey and his wife. They are minor characters who help move the plot. They are two dimensional. Even the two children are more fully fleshed out than their parents. Really there are two characters one needs to understand to fully get the story, Grandma and the Misfit. They are book ends

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Oh what a treat I just found. Flannery O'Connor reads the story here on YouTube. The audience laughs repeatedly.  



Monday, June 22, 2020

Matthew Monday: Father’s Day Hike



This year for our Father’s Day adventure (we go on one every Father’s Day) we decided to do another hike, but this year we decided to stay on Staten Island.  Last year we went to Bear Mountain, which is a couple hours drive from us.  We simplified this year and drove just ten minutes away. 

Staten Island has a nature reserve which is called the Greenbelt, and the Greenbelt has a number of hiking trails.  You can read about the trails here and you can see a map of them here

We decided to do the red trail since it was only four miles long. 

So here are some pictures.  First at the Nature Center, which is the headquarters of the park, we’re trying to get our bearings and figure out where the Red Trail begins.  Here’s Matthew with the map on my phone.





Matthew had a burst of energy starting out.  He’s such a kid.




Here’s a little movie clip of him bouncing around the path.




Eventually he tired out…lol.




We came across some different terrains.  Here’s an open field not far from a golf cource.




Where am I in all this?  Well here’s a picture of me.




Towards the end we couldn’t find our way back to the Nature Center where our car was parked.  We were still on the trail but we had to split off to the blue trail to take us back where we started.  We couldn’t figure out the split.  We came across this rock pile, which obviously has some meaning. 




But I was never a boy scout, so I had no clue.

We made a decision to take a right bearing split, and for a while it seemed right.  But we were never reaching the Nature Center.  Matthew wanted to turn around.  Then he decided to start marking trees with his pocket knife.




He’s such a little boy.  But I insisted we continue on.  Finally we came across two women hiking in the opposite direct who seemed to know their way about.  I asked if the direction they came was toward the Nature Center.  The older woman was very assertive.  She replied with what I thought I heard, “You’ve got to look at your all trails map.”  I said I have a map but I didn’t know where on the map I was.  “No, no,” she said, as if I were an idiot.  “You’ve got to look at the All Trails App.” 

Now I knew what she meant.  Last year for Bear Mountain I subscribed to the All Trails App.  It was about $30 for a year and supposedly you get all the hiking trails in the country and it shows you where on the trail.  It didn’t seem to match the Bear Mountain Trails, so I thought it was a waste of money.  I didn’t re-subscribe, and now I was kicking myself.

“So which way to the Nature Center?” I asked.  She looked at her phone, presumably her App.  “It’s that direction,” she confidently said, pointing to the opposite of the direction we were walking.  “Oh, so were walking in the wrong direction?”  She nodded.  “Get the App,” was her final word of wisdom.  So we turned and walked as they pulled ahead walking in their brisk, confident manner.

So we walked until we realized that we had reached an exit onto the street and we were heading in the wrong direction.  She took us a mile out of the way.  We were in the right direction.  She may have the App but if she doesn’t know which direction you’re walking, the App is useless. 

Anyway, we finally got back.  The whole time was two hours and eight minutes, and according to my Fitbit, hiked four and a half miles.




We had a blast.  Great father and son day.

Friday, June 19, 2020

Faith Filled Friday: Understanding The Trinity by St. Hildegard of Bingen


I was just reading the Mass readings from Trinity Sunday last week in the devotional monthly magazine, Magnificat. The meditation was particularly penetrating, taken from the writings of St. Hildegard of Bingen.

The creator and Lord of all so loved his people that for their salvation he sent his Son, the Prince and Savior of the faithful, who washed and dried our wounds.  And he exuded the sweetest balm, from which flow all good things for salvation...For the Father is the Father, the Son is the Son, and the Holy Spirit is the Holy Spirit, and these three Persons are indivisible in the Unity of the Divinity...

As the flame of a fire has three qualities, so there is one God in three Persons.  How? A flame is made up of brilliant light and red power and fiery heat.  It has a brilliant light that it may shine, and red power that it may endure, and fiery heat that it may burn.  Therefore, by the brilliant light understand the Father, who with paternal love opens his brightness to his faithful; and by the red power, which is the flame that it may be strong, understand the Son, who took on body born from a Virgin, in which his divine wonders were shown; and by the fiery heat understand the Holy Spirit, who burns ardently in the minds of the faithful....Therefore as these three qualities are found in one flame, so three Persons must be understood in the Unity of the Divinity.

And as three causes for the production of words are seen, so the Trinity in the Unity of the Divinity is to be inferred.  How?  In a word there is sound, meaning, and breath.  It has sound that it may be heard, meaning that it may be understood, and breath that it may be pronounced.  In the sound, then, observe the Father, who manifests all things with ineffable power, in the meaning; the Son, who was miraculously; and in the breath, the Holy Spirit, who sweetly burns in them....Therefore, in these three Persons recognize you God, who created you in the power of his divinity and redeemed you.
--St. Hildegard of Bigen, from Scivias, translated by Mother Columba Hart and Jane Bishop [taken from Magnificat magazine, June 2020, p. 106-107]


I have said that truly understanding the Trinity is nearly impossible, probably the hardest thing in Christianity to conceptualize and accept. St. Hildegard’s explanation is possibly the best I have ever heard.



Tuesday, June 16, 2020

Music Tuesday: Living in a Ghost Town by the Rolling Stones

A week and a half ago I posted a personal essay, “Covid-19, My New YorkExperience,” on what it has been like here in New York City over this virus shutdown.  

As it turns out, the rock group, The Rolling Stones put out a single on the subject of our new living conditions.  It’s called “Living in a Ghost Town,” and it’s pretty cool.  For those that don’t know or don’t remember, I happen to be a Rolling Stones fan, so maybe I’m biased.  Here’s the single for Music Tuesday.

First, here's the official video. 




I love those “whoah whoah.”  And Jagger’s harmonica is just great.

And I liked the clips in this video as it took you around the world to various cities.  This version also has an extra verse.



I couldn’t make up my mind as to which video to embed, so I did both.  Which do you prefer?

Monday, June 15, 2020

Oroonoko, or The Royal Slave by Aphra Behn, Part 3


This is the third and final post in a series on the novel, Oronooko or the Royal Slave  by Aphra Behn. 
You can find Part 1 here.  
Part 2 is here.  



Continuing with the various themes…

Kingship
The importance and nature of kingship is I think the central theme of the novel.  It is around this that Behn’s vision creates both character and plot.  The grand nature of Oronooko, his military prowess, his commanding presence, his exploits, his moral code, his intelligence and mien, and his reduction to a slave from which breaks free, if not in life than in death, shows a man with divine properties.  It is his innate, instinctive qualities that make him for Behn a natural born king.  He is a prince, so genetically he is endowed by Providence.  The narrator’s first reaction upon seeing him is one of encountering the sublime:

[Oronooko] was adorned with a native beauty so transcending all those of his gloomy race, that he struck an awe and reverence, even in those that not his quality; as he did in me, who beheld him with a surprise and wonder, when afterwards he arrived in our world.  (79)

And from his countenance, the narrator intuits:

He came into the room, and addressed himself to me, and some other women, with the best grace in the world. He was pretty tall, but of a shape the most exact that can be fancied; the most famous statuary could not form the figure of a man more admirably turned from head to foot… The whole proportion and air of his face was so noble, and exactly formed, that, bating his colour, there could be nothing in nature more beautiful, agreeable and handsome. There was no one grace wanting, that bears the standard of true beauty… Nor did the perfections of his mind come short of those of his person; for his discourse was admirable upon almost any subject; and whoever had heard him speak, would have been convinced of their errors, that all fine wit is confined to the white men, especially to those of Christendom; and would have confessed that Oroonoko was as capable even of reigning well, and of governing as wisely, had as great a soul, as politic maxims, and was as sensible of power as any prince civilized in the most refined schools of humanity and learning, or the most illustrious courts.  (80-81)

What we see here is that Oronooko is naturally aristocratic, divinely blessed with all the gifts of a great warrior and philosopher king. 

One should note the immediate history of Kingship in England as Behn, sympathetic to the monarchist, would have seen it.  Henry VIII by his succession of wives, infidelities, and dissolving of the bond with Rome and becoming the head of his own church was seen as a dissolute King.  It is quite possible that Oronooko’s grandfather, as King of the fictional African country, with his temper tantrums and concubines, was an allusion to Henry VIII.  England then passed through a national religious crises and a crises in succession, which culminated in the installment of Charles I as King.  Charles had a high monarchist view of the Kingship—that is as divine right—and conflicted terribly with Parliament.  That was the central question of 17th century England, where do the powers of the King end and what should be the powers of the parliament.  In addition, the English cultural landscape was still undergoing a crises in religious constitution.  While Catholicism had been alienated and diminished, a struggle had ensued between the Puritans (named so because they wished to purify the English Church of Catholicism) and the High Anglicans who maintained liturgy and many Catholic practices.  The conflict between Parliament and the Monarchy was not on the surface a religious conflict, but religious conflicts of the day intertwined with the political.  Charles I was a High Anglican, but had married a Catholic.  Parliament, led by Oliver Cromwell, was Puritan.  In short, a civil war developed, Charles I was executed, Cromwell ruled until his death, upon which Charles II, son of Charles I, restored the monarchy.  Charles II was also High Anglican, but he too had married a Catholic, and his sympathies may have been with Catholicism even more so than his father.  Charles II died in 1685 (converting to Catholicism on his death bed, by the way), replaced his brother James II.  James II was an outright Catholic and within three years in 1688, the year Oronooko was written, was deposed for a Protestant King.

It is within this context that Behn writes of kingship in Oronooko or The Royal Slave.  That is the full title of the work.  Calling Oronooko “royal” is a loaded word in her historical context.  It certainly calls up a political position, and given Oronooko is a natural, divinely graced king, it is clear that Behn is supporting the royalist position.  If Oronooko’s grandfather alludes to Henry VIII, Orinooko, as gallant warrior king, philosopher, and gentleman courtier alludes to Henry V.  Undoubtedly, Behn had either read or seen Shakespeare’s play on the great monarch.  Recall that Henry V is valiant in battle, noble in spirit, and gentle with Catherine of Valois.  Oronooko is an African Henry V.

Christ-Figure
Behn uses several allusions to either move the plot and characterize Oronooko within the story.  I have mentioned Achilles and Henry V, and there is also Othello in the killing of his wife, but the last sections Oronooko clearly becomes a Christ-figure.  When he gathers the slaves into a group, we see them abandon him, betray, and once captured scourged by his own fellow slaves.

But they were no sooner arrived at the place, where all the slaves receive their punishments of whipping, but they laid hands on Caesar and Tuscan, faint with heat and toil; and, surprising them, bound them to two several stakes, and whipped them in a most deplorable and inhumane manner, rending the very flesh from their bones; especially Caesar, who was not perceived to make any moan, or to alter his face, only to roll his eyes on the faithless governor, and those he believed guilty, with fierceness and indignation. And, to complete his rage, he saw every one of those slaves, who, but a few days before, adored him as something more than mortal, now had a whip to give him some lashes, while he strove not to break his fetters, though, if he had, it were impossible. But he pronounced a woe and revenge from his eyes, that darted fire, that ’twas at once both awful and terrible to behold. (131)

Oronooko does survive this and once returned to the safety of Parham plantation, plots his revenge.  The Governor, not satisfied with Oronooko surviving that ordeal, demands he be handed over from Trefry.  One could see this as a sort of Pilate and the Sanhedrin haggling over Christ’s fate.  Once recovered, Oronooko kills Imoinda (with her consent) and decides to make a last stand to seek his vengeance.  At this last stand, cornered and angry, he cuts flesh from his neck and throws it at the band who are after him.  This is the scene where some have suggested an allusion to the Eucharist:

[Oronooko] held up his knife in a menacing posture, ‘Look ye, ye faithless crew,’ said he, ‘’ tis not life I seek, nor am I afraid of dying’, and, at that word, cut a piece of flesh from his own throat, and threw it at them, ‘yet still I would live if I could, till I had perfected my revenge. But oh! it cannot be. I feel life gliding from my eyes and heart, and, if I make not haste, I shall yet fall a victim to the shameful whip.’ At that, he ripped up his own belly, and took his bowels and pulled them out, with what strength he could, while some, on their knees imploring, besought him to hold his hand. (138)

Even this is not the end of incredible Oronooko.  He is taken back and surgically patched together.  While recovering, Major Bannister at the command of the governor forcibly took Oronooko, tied him to a stake to be burned.  Stoically he stood fixed at the stake. 

He had learned to take tobacco, and when he was assured he should die, he desired they would give him a pipe in his mouth, ready lighted, which they did, and the executioner came, and first cut off his members, and threw them into the fire. After that, with an ill-favoured knife, they cut his ears, and his nose, and burned them; he still smoked on, as if nothing had touched him. Then they hacked off one of his arms, and still he bore up, and held his pipe. But at the cutting off the other arm, his head sunk, and his pipe dropped, and he gave up the ghost, without a groan, or a reproach. (139-140)

Subsequently his body is quartered and each quarter sent to a plantation for spectacle.  “Thus died this great man, worthy of a better fate,” concludes Aphra Behn.

Oronooko stoically smoking a pipe while tied to a stake, fire smoking around him, and being hacked body part by body part has to be one of the most incredible images in all of literature.  Oronooko or The Royal Slave may be early for Gothic fiction, but, my Lord, that has to be among the most imaginative gothic endings I can recall.  It’s either brilliant or absurd. 

Clearly we can see the rudiments of a Christ passion narrative in the elements of Oronooko’s demise.  Oroonoko is betrayed, abandoned, scourged, and affixed to a pole until dead.  While there are some intervening events in the Oronooko narrative that are not in the passion narrative, the association is clear.  But for what end?  Actually that Oronooko is framed as a Christ-figure makes sense.  If the central theme of the novel is the indignity of enslaving a divinely graced king, then what better to associate with him with the Kingly Servant of Jesus Christ?  I think Behn in the novel is upholding the sacred nature of kingship, which reflects on the political crises in her day. 

Behn creates Oronnoko as a natural king, and that implies a certain divine authority granted to him.  Think of it as Christ the King authorizes a representative on earth.  The Church is Christ's representative on the theological and moral realm; the monarchy is Christ's representative in the administrative realm.  While it not being a sacrament, the installation of a king did (it may even still) involve a religious ceremony.  Kings of England are usually installed by the Bishop of Canterbury, even under Anglicanism.  I don't know how far back it goes, but Charlemagne had the Pope crown him as Holy Roman Emperor.  This practice of anointing kings goes back to Kings Saul and David and the other Kings of the Old Testament.  Shakespeare in Richard II dramatizes the sin of regicide, even when the king is reprehensible.  Behn makes Oronooko out to be a Christ-figure because she sees him as a divine king. What about the suggestion of the Eucharistic parallel to Oronooko cutting his flesh off for others that my friend Mary Sue asked me to evaluate?  Frankly I don’t see it.  But I could be wrong but let me say why I could be wrong first and then get to why I don’t think so.  The reason I could be wrong—and wrong being that Behn meant it as a Eucharistic parallel—is that the words ceremony and sacrifice do run through the novel.  What is the relationship between ceremony and sacrifice in Oronooko’s experiences?  Frankly I can’t piece anything together.  I just don’t see any ceremonies and what are deemed sacrifices seem like mere deaths.  Either I’m missing the importance of ceremony in the novel, or Behn intended it and didn’t communicate it well or she didn’t intend it at all. 

As to why I don’t think there is a Eucharistic parallel, there are several reasons.  First, the bare descriptive facts don’t suggest it: “and, at that word, cut a piece of flesh from his own throat, and threw it at them.”  No one eats his flesh.  He doesn’t offer it to be eaten.  Christ offers His body and blood to His apostles and believers.  Oronooko is throwing it at the mob that wishes to kill him.  Second, Christ doesn’t cut flesh off His body.  He transforms bread and wine into His body and blood.  Even the blood spilled at the crucifixion, no one drinks it.  Oronooko is physically cutting flesh off his neck in what seems like a moment of frustration.  (And what an odd place to cut flesh off one’s body.)  If Behn is creating an analogue, it strikes me as a very poor one.  Third, the Eucharist is a spiritual union with Christ and therefore God.  Jesus establishes the theological grounds in the Gospel of John, chapter six.  He says:

“I am the bread of life.  Your ancestors ate the manna in the desert, but they died; this is the bread that comes down from heaven so that one may eat it and not die.  I am the living bread that came down from heaven; whoever eats this bread will live forever; and the bread that I will give is my flesh for the life of the world.” 
The Jews quarreled among themselves, saying, “How can this man give us [his] flesh to eat?”
Jesus said to them, “Amen, amen, I say to you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you do not have life within you.  Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him on the last day.  For my flesh is true food, and my blood is true drink.  Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood remains in me and I in him.  Just as the living Father sent me and I have life because of the Father, so also the one who feeds on me will have life because of me.  (John 6; 48-57)

There is no implication that feeding off of Oronooko’s flesh has any theological or spiritual implications.  There is nothing in Oronooko’s act, physically or spiritually, that would suggest an analogue to the Eucharist.

I may be off here, but I don’t see the differences between Christians as being an important theme in the novel.  Yes, the hypocrisy of Christians is dramatized, but it’s a general Christianity that is identified.  I don’t see anything that would distinguish between Puritan, High Anglican, or Roman Catholic.  I couldn’t find any citation to identify Behn’s Christian denomination.  My guess—pure speculation—is she’s High Anglican like Charles II, and perhaps she’s sympathetic to the Catholicism, like the King.  I don’t, however, see any Catholicism in the novel.

It’s also possible, perhaps even likely, that the ending is not meant to allude to a crucifixion at all.  England had developed a rather barbarous execution technique for the worst criminals, hanged, drawn, and quartered, going back from Behn’s day at least four hundred years.  Per the Wikipedia entry, the sufferer would be “hanged (almost to the point of death), emasculated, disembowelled, beheaded, and quartered (chopped into four pieces).”  Oronooko is not hanged and he only disembowels himself, but he is emasculated, hacked to pieces, and quartered for spectacle.  I think this cultural meme is on Behn’s mind, though hanged, drawn, and quartered is in itself a form of crucifixion.  The practice was famously used against hidden Roman Catholics in Elizabethan and Civil War times.  Perhaps some sort of allusion is meant. 

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Final Goodreads Review:
This fascinating little novel was written in 1688, a generation before Daniel DeFoe, who is typically considered the first modern novelist in English, and written by a woman no less.  The novel follows Oronooko, an African prince who is tricked into slavery by so called “Christians.”  At its core, the novel is about the nature of kingship, which was the big political issue of its day, the Restoration period of English history, but in doing so Aphra Behn creates a narrative of the indignities of slavery, a social position well ahead of her time.  Her woman’s voice and perspective—the tale is told in the first person of Behn as a character in the story—also gives dignity to the female characters.  The prose is dated to Behn’s time, but it is good and rhythmic prose, but some may not enjoy reading that.  Partly woman’s amatory novel, partly heroic action story, and partly slave narrative, the novel doesn’t always seem to know what it should be, but I do think the story holds together.  The story holds together because Behn creates an indelibly memorable character in Oroonoko, who at times recalls Henry V, at times recalls Othello, and other times a Christ-figure.  This novel should be more widely known than it is, at a minimum for its due placement in the history of the novel. 

I initially gave the novel three stars with a statement of three and a half stars if I could be more precise.  My mind still sees it as three and a half stars but I give it four stars as I lean to the higher side.  On reflection the novel has grown on me.



Tuesday, June 9, 2020

Music Tuesday: Be Not Afraid by Catholic Artists

In these troubled times, here's something to brighten your day and bring some hope. A whole slew of Catholic composers and singers put together a composite rendition of "Be Not Afraid." It's wonderful, especially when you recognize some of the artists.   





I'm sure you've sung it at Mass.  I don’t recognize quite a few of the artists.  I will have to look them up and see if I like their music.

The song was composed by Bob Dufford, S.J. in 1972.  There’s a great article in America magazine (“Be Not Afraid”: The song that eases the biggest transitions in—and out of—life) on how the composition came about.   Bill Clinton even picked it to be sung at church service the morning of his inaugural.  It’s a beautiful song.  Here are the lyrics.

Be Not Afraid

You shall cross the barren desert, but you shall not die of thirst.
You shall wander far in safety though you do not know the way.
You shall speak your words in foreign lands and all will understand.
You shall see the face of God and live.

[Chorus]
Be not afraid.
I go before you always;
Come follow me,
and I will give you rest.

If you pass through raging waters in the sea, you shall not drown.
If you walk amid the burning flames, you shall not be harmed.
If you stand before the pow'r of hell and death is at your side,
know that I am with you through it all.

[Chorus]

Blessed are your poor, for the kingdom shall be theirs.
Blest are you that weep and mourn, for one day you shall laugh.
And if wicked men insult and hate you all because of me,
blessed, blessed are you!

[Chorus]

And when the earth has turned beneath you and your voice is seldom heard,
When the flood of gifts that blessed your life has long since ebbed away,
When your mind is thick and hope is thin and dark is all around,
I will stand beside you till the dawn.


[Chorus]