This past week I’ve been making my way through the BBC’s Tess of the D’Urbervilles series I’d taped a few years ago. Host Laura Linney’s introduction caused me realize anew how huge a deal this work of Hardy’s was challenging not only Victorian sexual mores, but literary censorship in general. Tess, blithely unaware of the power of her beauty and magnetism, is at once a symbol for purity, personal moral authority, and vibrant longings to better herself, but also for standing for the natural world, as though her life sprang from the Wessex countryside itself. Hardy loathed the advent of industrialization, and made no bones about it.
Hardy’s Tess was first serialized in a magazine in 1891. When he submitted it for publication in novel form, it was rejected by several publishers unless he’d agree to expunge the scenes that might offend more ‘delicate sensibilities’. He used the rejections to mount a campaign against censorship; that must have been a bloody battle at the end of the 19th century.
He eventually found a publishing house in London that was owned by Americans, and the book soon became so widely contentious that Linney said that many friendships were broken over strongly-held views on the book.
The issue might best be highlighted by the subtitle Hardy added in some additions: A Pure Woman Faithfully Presented.
The plot at the core:
An Anglican parson had casually, if not ironically, let Tess’s itinerant agricultural salesman father know that his family’s name, ‘Derbyfield’, had been eroded over time from its original Norman ‘D’Urberville’, which name had died out due to a lack of male heirs. ‘All that’s left is the tombs of your forebears’, he said in effect.
Father and Mother, on discovery of the possible connection to some wealthy folks a day’s journey away, were insistent that Tess present herself to them as a relative in order that the connection might prove financially advantageous to their large family. They eventually wore down Tess’s objections to the scheme when ‘the fates’ brought near-starvation to the family. Mum’s hopes that Tess would marry one of the gentry were in evidence; drunken Father’s imaginings weren’t so clearly spelled out.
Upon being hired at the Mansion, the libertine son, Alec, engaged in a campaign to seduce Tess; she resisted, but stayed at her job to earn enough money to replace the horse she accidentally killed, so that her lazy sod of a father might return to his work selling farm produce.
One night after some revelry in the nearby market town, Tess refused a ride back to the Manor on Alec’s horse, not wanting to encourage him one whit. He followed the returning gaggle of Manor workers, and the besotted and calculating Alec ‘rescued’ her from a potentially dangerous situation. This time Tess accepted the rescue-ride; along the way, he pretended to get lost in the forest, and encouraged Tess to sleep on the ground while he went off on foot to discover the way home. The mists were heavy when he sneaked back to the sleeping Tess, lay down beside her, kissed and fondled her. The crisis came when he was about to penetrate her; scholars still argue about what occurred. Had she said no, but hesitated and acquiesced at the same time? But penetrate her he did. In the BBC version (I dunno how the Roman Polanski version handled it) she screamed in pain and seeming rejection. Later she clearly told Alec that he had, in effect, raped her. Her devastation was total: she was now a sullied woman, and clearly would never be fit to marry her new love, the liberal idealist Angel Clare whose quest for a pure and virtuous maiden was his highest desire. He could love a woman of a lower class, but only if she were pure enough.
Tess walked all the way home, and found herself with child. The babe died early on, just one more event in her life that caused her to feel that she was being divinely punished for her deeds, even though it might be in that Greek fashion called hamartia, or unwitting sin. Hardy portrayed it differently in different scenes; sometimes with a wider angle that she was suffering karma for her forebears’ ‘sins of the father’.
For the life of me, I couldn’t remember how Hardy portrayed Tess’s narrative of the ‘sex’ with Alec it in his novel, as rape or something more ambiguous. So, I’ve been looking into it online. Lo and behold, there are no clear answers. Apparently he added and subtracted scenes in different versions.
In one, Alec had drugged her with a potion, rendering her semi-conscious at the time. In another, Alec had asked her to marry him, and staged a faux marriage ceremony with his friend playing the parson.
In the BBC movie, she admitted to her mum that she may have been slightly attracted to him, but railed at her for never having told her of the dangers men could present, nor had she told her anything about sex, so she was utterly unprepared for the encounter. This speech was just after Mum had let her know that she should have been more careful, and thus not ruined her family’s chance at material happiness. She even then admitted that protecting her virginity might have killed her chances at marrying a toff. Thanks, Mum.
We can’t know what forces or influence caused Hardy to change the story, but clearly he loved Tess above all his characters, and was adamant that she was victimized, if credulous, and that her strong ethical principles were a good measure of her worthiness…and purity.
Part of my small epiphany about the importance of Tess was that in some ways he was the progenitor of the male feminist, creating a character he didn’t want to be treated as possession…a fourth-class citizen…without pushing back on the hypocrisy of the socio-religious culture that led to tragedies like Tess’s. She was dynamic, direct, and almost flinchingly honest in the face of personal danger when expressing herself would certainly lead to negative repercussions.
Except, of course, for the one most important and key time: when Angel Clare asked her to marry him. Even with her mother’s warnings ringing in her ears: ‘Never tell a soul about what happened to you, Tess; I know how your silly heart will tell you to be honest’…she did try to tell Angel the story. The letter she wrote him about the events was mislaid and he never read the tale she’d told him. When she realized on their wedding day that he hadn’t forgiven her her ‘sins’, he didn’t even know of them, she reeled. Oh, dear. She struggled with her Better Angels, but sincerely might not have known the difference by then. O, desire for some happiness! They married.
But woe, not long into their honeymoon, Angel confessed some early sexual ‘sins’ to her; she naturally forgave him everything. In turn, she told him hers, remembering that he’d been adamant that that nothing, nothing she could ever tell him about her past would change his love for her.
He walked out on her of course, simply unable to let go of his parents’ and society’s condemnation of The Whore of Babylon. Forced sex was not an excuse, of course, and having a child outside marriage was monstrous. That theme made its way inevitably into Tess’s consciousness. She wouldn’t hear from Angel again for more than a year, and was too proud to appeal to his family for the help he had advised her to seek, had she the need.
She spent the year and more working for another monster, but each time Alec showed up to find her to ‘make her his own’, having figured out that he desired her above all others, she sent him away, not wanting to ‘become his creature’, no matter what riches he offered her and her family. But there came a point when she rejoined her family as her father lay dying, and finally died, that the family was evicted from their cottage, and were made homeless.
Alec showed up; she ordered him away again, but Mum essentially sold her to him. Tess finally gave in. When she discovered what her mum had done she was standing at the barred gate holding one of her D’Urberville ancestors in the tomb the parson had earlier foreshadowed to her father. “Why am I on this side of these bars?” she cried to the sarcophagus. The sarcophagus didn’t answer.
The rest of the novel leads a reader along with hopes and near misses at more than a few moments of transitory happiness for Tess; I won’t tell you the ending in case you want to read or watch the story.
But I will clip a few bits of James A. W. Heffernan’s paper, “Cruel Persuasion“: Seduction, Temptation, and Agency in Hardy’s Tess”. His comparisons and Hardy’s allusions to Milton’s Paradies Lost were very interesting, as were his footnotes, some of which indicated that Tess was a subject of legal analysis of rape, and how important Tess’s mental state was to any verdict.
“[Academic critic Ellen] Rooney’s probing analysis of rape and seduction in Tess deserves close scrutiny by anyone who would write on this topic. But close scrutiny of the novel itself does not fully confirm her conclusions. On the contrary, it shows that Hardy can and does represent Tess as both a desiring and speaking subject, that he endows her with agency, that she explicitly considers Alec her seducer, and that as such he is far more dangerous to her than he would be as a rapist. Lurking plainly as well as mythically behind Alec is the figure of Milton’s Satan. Alec tempts Tess as Satan tempts Eve, and in spite of the enormous differences between Tess and Paradise Lost, between a world supervised by Providence and a world abandoned by it, Hardy’s repeated references to the Book of Genesis and to Milton’s poem prompt us to consider carefully the relation between what Tess wants and what she is led to desire, what she is and what she does. For Tess, I contend, is an agent, a heroine endowed with the power to act and choose and with the tragic power to fall — even as her purity, unlike Eve’s innocence, survives.
Like many other critics of Tess, Rooney makes the heroine’s purity depend on her passivity, her status as the helpless victim of rape. According to Catherine McKinnon*, whose essay on feminist jurisprudence serves as Rooney’s point of departure, “objective” definitions of what constitutes rape in the eyes of the law cannot truly distinguish between rape and intercourse. A “feminist distinction” between the two, McKinnon argues, lies “in the meaning of the act from women’s point of view.”3 Applying this principle, Rooney argues that we cannot adequately distinguish rape from seduction by invoking the difference between equivocal and unequivocal resistance. If seduction entails complicity, and “complicity is reduced to (feminine) acquiescence,” then “the passive object of seduction repeats the passive object of rape” (Rooney, p. 93). As Rooney notes, then, McKinnon herself “preserves the purity of women by seeing them as objects; sexuality is entirely the work of men and sexual women wholly victims. The (desiring) feminine subject does not exist.”
At any rate, I’d like to thank Thomas Hardy for creating his Tess, and kicking open the door on sexist sexual, tragedy-producing mores in Victorian England. Some critics claim that it was a bit by way of penance for the way he’d treated other female characters in earlier novels. It might have been so, but this was good penance, imo.
* Catherine McKinnon, whose essay on feminist jurisprudence serves as Rooney’s point of departure, “objective” definitions of what constitutes rape in the eyes of the law cannot truly distinguish between rape and intercourse. A “feminist distinction” between the two, McKinnon argues, lies “in the meaning of the act from women’s point of view.”
(cross-posted at kgblogz.com)



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Hardy’s a favorite of mine.
It took me some time to get used to his style, but then I read…all his books. ;o) Thanks for reading, Elliot.
Hardy was my first favorite author.
Lovely antiphilistine crit, WD. rec’d (or recc’d, as they say around here)!
Hardy’s a contemporary of Puccini, Ibsen, and Scott Joplin, for all that.
Ø! Tøø bad Ibsen wrøte nøt English!
HELMER. I would gladly work night and day for you, Nora — bear sorrow and want for your sake. But no man would sacrifice his honour for the one he loves.
NORA. It is a thing hundreds of thousands of women have done.
Ibsen was damned and censored for approving divorce in A Doll House (he even wrote a happy ending so it could be performed in certain countries). To satisfy his critics, he wrote a play with the wife, who should leave, instead stays: Ghosts.
I remember thinking Angel Clare was the most repellent character in literature after reading the novel.
“Tess” was his 2nd-to-last novel: he gave up writing them for the reasons adumbrated here:
http://www.bartleby.com/121/40.html
good thing most of his poems were better than that! He was one of the greatest poets of the 19th and 20th centuries- this poem shows his contempt for the religious maxims that Tennyson was fond of spouting about Nature-
Great diary, Wendy.
here’s the link I omitted-
http://www.bartleby.com/121/42.html
A haunting poem about the backward march of humanity.
I have not read or watched this, but now I am interested in the BBC series. Interesting history on the publishing aspect, plus lots of symbolism, much probably still applicable today- the double standard, for example. Don’t feel knowledgeable enough to comment more, but this was a good read, thank you. I hope that things have cooled down in Colorado, that the fires are under control.
As you know, I suspect, wendy, Hardy’s next novel was “Jude the Obscure”, as you say it, was his last.
Hardy’s best known novels, those not “obscure”, or like his last two, still “controversial”, are, of course, “Far from the Madding Crowd” and “Return of the Native”.
I hope your diary might encourage some broader exploration of his last two novels, especially “Tess of the d’UberVilles”, for I consider that your diary is a most thoughtful and appropriate introduction to its intended purpose … which is, by no means, unrelated to our present “circumstances”, collectively, and to certain “attitudes” extant, today.
I simply do not know how you do it. You bring immediacy and moment to such a broad spectrum of thought and important realities, all and each, uniquely “approached” and considered, such that your diaries are always both powerfully “presented” and a true delight to read and savor.
My appreciation is beyond mere words … being caught up in awe … and re-triggered astonishment, thus “thank you”, seems on the verge of woefully inadequate.
Nonetheless, wendy, I thank you from the bottom of my rotten, curmudgeonly, wee little heart.
You are an amazing … treasure … and I know I am not alone in so thinking.
Recommended, of course, to the thoughts, understandings, and conscience of everyone at FDL.
DW
‘First favorite author’; whoosh…ya had me staring out the window for a long time, remembering books, authors, AitchD… Books: such a solace in my youth, as was music. But I can’t name The Fave.
When I was a kid, we lived on an island on Lake Erie. Seriously, a big mint green Bookmobile would come once a week in the summer to the school; a hot, musty thing, with offerings for us kids in the sticks. A miracle, really. We could check out seven books. Faves were probably Albert Payson Terhune, Gene Stratton-Porter, Carolyn Keene, Franklin Dixon…jeez, how fun to consider.
Oooooh, Ibsen! I loved Hedda Gabler the best, naturally. Cool framing on those contemporaries of Hardy, dear. I wonder what we missed in the translations, now that you mention it, but I had no idea that he was censored and berated so. Thank you for bringing that, and for reading a sorta too long piece I needed to write for some queer reason. Ya never know, eh? ;o)
I did mean to end with one of his poems, but the post was growing long, and I’d spent almost the whole day on it, so I stopped hunting for the right one. So…I sincerely appreciate you finding these for us, dear friend.
You’ve been scarce, and I’ve wondered how you’re doing, but as so often, I haven’t communicated, and I’m sorry. Same for Jacob Freeze, who so often pops into my Inbox at some crucial moment, and seems to anticipate my moods, and sends little gifts my way. The fire here left me far more mentally/psychically discombobulated than I could ever have imagined; I feel sorta ashamed about it, but…there it is.
love to you, codeine,
wd
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQgNrq2eNzk
p.s. Yes; gaaack on Angel Clare. Guess he kinda got religion on love along with yellow fever, but..luckily it’s not up to me to forgive him. ;o)
The full series is on youtube, Rachel, but I neglected to see if they were dark like this clip, though other versions may be, too.
But you’re so right that the themes are still evident in our society. One funny bit I found poking around online was that the Kate Millet-ish Lipstick Feminists trash Hardy. It seems weird that they (and I don’t know of whom the writers were speaking, admittedly) couldn’t see him in the historical context of the time and place he lived, and what he risked in defying the moral/religious/class distinction conventions of the day.
Poking around online *also* clued me in on allusions and symbols I hadn’t seen, so it was all worth it, especially as a few folks here were willing to read and comment on the post. I’d reckoned almost no one would; glad I lost the bet with myself, lol.
If you have a library, reading it would be almost better, imo, before you watch. I don’t think I have a copy left, or I’d send it along. Thanks for reading, darlin’ dear.
You know, DW, I had to look up the synopsis of Jude; hard to know why I’d forgotten so much of it…hmmm. Mebbe you might write on it? (hint, hint…clue, clue) ;o) I can’t read dead tree any longer, and am divesting myself of my book-friends as we can afford to ship them (good book rates, though, I’ve discovered, make it doable).
Let me know what and whom ya love, mebbe I can share. (That goes for all of you here, by the by.)
But shoot; if ya keep blowin’ all that good smoke up my skirt…it’s gonna start to tickle, dear. ;o) To say it’s undeserved would be stating the obvious, but…thank you, and…you’re welcome.
For you; I reckon you’ll like it:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9uBiXTlIMg
Emma Goldman would advertise her lectures on Ibsen so she could espouse anarchist feminism, sermon-style, to avoid the Lenny Bruce Cop Effect (he said, anachronistically). She got busted anyway.
‘She got busted anyway.’ LOL! Judges must have found ‘no redeeming social value’ in her lectures, eh? ;o)
Now see, there’s a book I have you might like, and arrggh…I can’t remember which title. Not ‘The Essential Lenny Bruce’….if I weren’t so cotton-pickin’ lazy, I’d go downstairs n check. It’s even in a bookshelf, not in a carton. I’ll let ya know later. We still have one of his LPs we got from a friend; funny as hell.
‘The only obscene four letter word I know is: DEAD.’
But wow; wish they’d filmed some of *those* lectures!
Would it be How To Talk Dirty And Influence People? (I use the iTunes Style Sheet for titles online ;o)) I read that when it was serialized in Playboy. I was a regular Playboy reader until I knew better (What does he mean by ‘knew’, she wonders), and I never saw a typo or any kind of writing error. That could be funny, but I’m serious. I quit even looking at the mag when I realized (1972) its advertising targeted confused, psychological/emotional hermaphrodites. ;o)
Ach! Mr.wendydavis read the comments here, and went and found the volume, brought it upstairs (the dearheart). It’s Ladies and Gentlemen, Lenny Bruce by Albert Goldman from the Journalism of Lawrence Schiller. I’ll send if if you’ll say which other authors, genres… you might like.
Personally, I read my bf’s Playboys for the articles, and one clever *and* informative column whose name I cannae recall. Soooo many years ago.
O, dear, Albert has such a bad reputation! I have his The Lives Of John Lennon (hardback), but won’t read it. Not that anything can ever make me a Beatles atheist, but I refuse to let some hack’s concrete imagery insinuate itself ever when I listen to that voice running countless octaves like no one else.
Again many many thanks, and maybe someday, for I have many books (mostly hardbound), too many still unread. A clue: look up ‘prebituary’ at Wordspy.com and n.b the Earliest Citation ;o)
The Playboy Adviser?
Sorry not to have commented earlier, and I hope my recommend (gladly given) will help keep this diary from disappearing, but we are indeed learning how to navigate here, so all will not be lost. I had lost my new broadband over the weekend, taught me how dependent I am on these places for news and converse as there is nothing out there otherwise. Praise to the internet and particularly forums such as these! But I digress.
It is an interesting and topical focus, Wendy, and I have to confess not the one I would have put on the tale, though I can see how it resonates in this day and age. The emphasis I would have put (not knowing the Hardy conflicts of the day) would have been on the lack of equality between man and woman, not so much on whether there was an actual rape or not. (I rather think the tale gathers momentum if it was not a rape.)
I only have a fuzzy remembrance of the series, but I thought that was also how they screened the situation. The equality is there in Tess’s mind at least, until that critical moment between her and Angel, when having heard his confession she gives hers. That, to me, was the denouement of the novel, the moment at which equality is shattered in a very real sense, so that’s the moment I concentrate on. Not being prudish, just saying the drama is there for me, not in the encounter between Tess and her seducer. To me, she has to be an equal to him there, considering herself so, though the consequences are far more serious for her than for him. And that just strengthens the authenticity of her character with what she further endures in the remorseless march of consequential hardship, much more so, in my opinion than had she been just a weak woman who was taken advantage of.
Thanks for bringing a literary discussion forward into MyFDL!
Loved the term ‘prebituary’. Argh; was that the work that prompted the attack documentary on Lennon? PBS aired one that was stunningly vicious, my stars. I haven’t read this (650 pages, arggh), but I did read a paperback version of ‘How to Talk Dirty, etc’.
The photos in this one are fantastic: always a fag, and often with Honey.
;o)
I was wondering about how you were faring in the fires… was glad to see you able to write (even more eloquently than ever), but obviously it is a huge stress.
Since “Wessex Poems” is the only book of Hardy’s on bartleby (and it happens to be the one I have on my bed at the moment) here’s a poem you may find interesting. It makes perfectly obvious why Hardy could no longer continue as an English novelist.
much love to you wendy,
c
Hasty thoughts in response; flip city here in three directions:
So sorry to hear about your connectivity problems, juliania. I’m having trouble getting connected to my server, to. I feel a bit at a loss: no emails, which I also stupidly use for my research. (I send myself multiple links while I’m poking into something; had to start from scratch this morning for a new post.) But I do hope to get mine resolved; yours sounds as though it’s a larger problem.
It’s funny, in a way, that looking into the notion of Hardy as an early feminist in creating a female character who was, in his mind, rigorously pure, even though she had sex, but also had given birth, which seemed to be an even bigger deal in Victorian England. Not being a virgin when one married could have remained either secret or undetected (as her mother said), but not as Angel indicated, ‘giving birth to what surely would be considered a monster’, or something close. And I got caught up in the Milton references, also.
I think it was the further research that caused my focus to shift to the subject of forced, or unwelcome, depending on what she felt in her sleepy state, etc., which I tried to split the difference imagining in the post. That focus-shift was partially due to Hardy’s apparently rewriting the scene, making her more of a victim with the addition of Alec giving her a draught of some sort. So that brought into the discussion whether or not Tess had agency, especially in that state. I was also intrigued that Hardy’s earlier books brought him some fire by the feminists of the day, and may have led to him creating Tess.
But she was not only punished for being forced into sex (even were she slightly attracted to Alec’s touch in the moment) with a member of the landed gentry, but vacillated between accepting that blame (the ‘unwitting ‘sin’ aspect, or the ‘sins of her forebears’ one…and railing against it.
Clearly Hardy was a bit conflicted through the book, but I really do think that he wanted her, and women in the peasant class, not to be treated with such inequality, or as ‘fourth class citizens’. He seemed aware that hers was a double whammy: of the wrong class for Angel Clare, but found despicable for her alleged ‘sins’. And yes, after he had promised her that nothing in her life could every sway his love. I can’t put my finger on why, but the only time I think she felt equal to Angel was in the moment he told her of his weekend of sex, and her forgiveness. And yes; everything blew apart for her when he reacted so cruelly, and with an exquisitely evil double standard. And apart from her letters to him, seemed to accept that she would sell her self for her family, and become ‘Alec’s creature’. Whoosh; what a scene that was, and how impossible to feel the weight lift from us, as it did for her (temporarily) when she killed him. Well, at least for me… ;o)
But discovering that academics were actually discussing the book in legal terms kinda knocked me out, so I pasted in some of those bits (legal states of mind being topical right now). ;o) And gender equality never goes out of discussion; race even less, imo.
Love to you, too, dear codeine/diachronic. ;o)
I’ll read the poem soon as I can spend more time with it, and thank you. I wrote a couple diaries on the fire; you can flip back thru my diaries. Yep, I’m still a bit of a basket case, and words are coming hard; time: harder than ever. ‘Chronological dyslexia’, I mean. ;o)
I’ll come back after I spend time with the poem, okay?
No stress. And Hardy’s style can cause a less unusual state of ‘dyslexia.’…..it’s hard reading.
Another thing I’d meant to mention was that through history, in some cultures, and seemingly feudal England, the custom of droit du seigneur reigned, the de facto law that the Lord could have first sex with a new bride. The Wiki says it may have been discredited. But I can easily imagine that a similar social concept was floating around still in Hardy’s era. Alec clearly believed that he could, and would, ‘own’ Tess, and had an almost divine right to her, even though his family made their fortune in…chocolate, and lied about being from an old family, tra la la…. And Mum clearly was willing to sell her daughter every step of the way.
The great social Liberal Angel could make his way around the class divisions…until he found out that she was ‘sullied’ past any degree of purity.
Both of these Hardy was pushing back on, imo.
Goodness; that’s quite an evocative immediate narrative of war.
But please translate this? Is it figurative or literal? The peace-wife afterward confused me.
“Seemingly
I copied those eyes for my punishment
In begetting the girl you see!”
It means that the eyes of the girl he raped were identical to those of his daughter, perpetually reminding him of his crime.
and of course (sorry for writing in such discrete little quanta) what makes this ironic is that the resemblance can’t be attributed to genetics; it does seem like a curse to the Ancient-Mariner-like Sergeant, divinely bestowed.
As again in the ‘sins of the father’ made manifest. Thank you; I’d imagined so. Still, his poetry doesn’t enter me easily, as you’d hinted. ;o)
But what of you?