Quote:
Originally Posted by
Quark
You're right that she doesn't bring a lot emotion to her life, but, at the same time, she doesn't bring a lot of volition or self-reflection to it either. The narrator to these opening chapters is certainly not feminine, but nor is it masculine. It's rather blank. Lucy places her attention on others rather than herself, which is rather odd for the start of a bildungsroman. Even self-effacing narrators like Ester Summerson in Bleak House start their novels by centering on themselves. Villette, though, starts with Polly and London. Lucy defines herself in opposition to these more solid entities.
I have to say, I think that Lucy not showing much emotion becomes more understandable after reading the chapter about Madame Beck, who does act as a sort of role model to Lucy, and I found particuarly interesting these passage in which Lucy is decribing her:
Quote:
I have seen her _feelings_
appealed to, and I have smiled in half-pity, half-scorn at the
appellants. None ever gained her ear through that channel, or swayed
her purpose by that means. On the contrary, to attempt to touch her
heart was the surest way to rouse her antipathy, and to make of her a
secret foe. It proved to her that she had no heart to be touched: it
reminded her where she was impotent and dead. Never was the
distinction between charity and mercy better exemplified than in her.
While devoid of sympathy, she had a sufficiency of rational
benevolence: she would give in the readiest manner to people she had
never seen--rather, however, to classes than to individuals. "Pour les
pauvres," she opened her purse freely--against _the poor man_, as
a rule, she kept it closed. In philanthropic schemes for the benefit
of society at large she took a cheerful part; no private sorrow
touched her: no force or mass of suffering concentrated in one heart
had power to pierce hers. Not the agony in Gethsemane, not the death
on Calvary, could have wrung from her eyes one tear.
I say again, Madame was a very great and a very capable woman. That
school offered her for her powers too limited a sphere; she ought to
have swayed a nation: she should have been the leader of a turbulent
legislative assembly. Nobody could have browbeaten her, none irritated
her nerves, exhausted her patience, or over-reached her astuteness. In
her own single person, she could have comprised the duties of a first
minister and a superintendent of police. Wise, firm, faithless;
secret, crafty, passionless; watchful and inscrutable; acute and
insensate--withal perfectly decorous--what more could be desired?