A SORT OF EDEN
“Did you not hear me ask Sir Thomas about the slave trade last night?…There was such a dead silence.”
MANSFIELD PARK, Jane Austen
It is fitting in certain English novels
that there should be significant absences
in Bath or London, journeys of consequence
to the colonies, and banishments
to darkest Dorset or a coastal town.
It is appropriate too that there should be
rain of whatever kind falling frequently,
forcing protagonists and antagonists
to be housebound, introspective, suffer
ennui, or propinquity’s temptations,
abroad be obliged to seek shelter
with doubtful neighbours, or an unsuspecting
friend who will, in due course, become the bride or groom.
When Sir Thomas returned from Antigua –
having spent a whole year in person
ensuring his sugar plantations were in profit –
he ‘was grown thinner and had the burnt,
fagged, worn look of fatigue and a hot climate’.
When Fanny Price returned to Mansfield Park,
from her self-exile with her parents
in squally Portsmouth, it was spring in landlocked
Northamptonshire green with English rains.
Mansfield Park became, in due course – when all
had received their (more or less) just deserts –
for her a sort of Eden. Whether Sir Thomas
ever thought he heard, out in the parkland,
foul oaths, whips cracked, and thought he saw black backs
bowed we will never know.
Kira Somach
June 26, 2020What an interesting contemplation of non-fiction documented in fiction (twice), your words and Jane’s. Understated yet powerful. After reading the final sentence of your poem I could hear the ghostly sounds of Persecution in the “dead silence “. Let us not forget, but have hope for the future .
Jane Barth
June 26, 2020A Sort of Eden: an interesting sideways look – one that Jane Austen takes from the sidelines but, as recent history shows, we cannot go on avoiding it. I like the contrast of Mansfield Park as ‘a sort of Eden’ – for some – and for others, miles away, the depiction of its consequence.
Kate Harrison
June 27, 2020Fun fact. The home of the Earl and Countess of Normanton, near Ringwood, was used as a location for Mansfield Park in 1980’s TV version. The Agar family (for it was they) were members of the local sports centre, where I worked. I asked if it was a palaver having the TV crew there. Mrs Agar said it was but the upside was having the entire place decorated in authentic period colours.
Caz / InvisiblyMe
July 9, 2020A beautiful take on this and your use of words create some vivid imagery and emotion when it comes to the weather and landsscapes, too. Also, side note but it made me stop when I read it – you never really see the word ‘propinquity’ used anywhere, at least I haven’t in a very long time. Very nicely written. I’ve found you from your fab interview on da-AL’s blog!
Hugh Powell
July 10, 2020An ingenious take on Austen and the current ‘debate’ on slavery. Well done, for keeping it so subtle.
Hugh Powell
July 10, 2020Keeping!
Mary Clark
August 14, 2020‘Did you not hear me…?’ followed by the silence. She was a genius. You’ve picked up on the subtlety, and the telling subtext: it is appropriate there should be rain of whatever kind falling frequently, forcing protagonists and antagonists
to be housebound, introspective . . . I hope there was introspection, but perhaps they didn’t know what they could do with the knowing.