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Notes edited by Commander Alastair Wilson, R.N. |
notes on the text the critics Kipling Journal articles the timescale some problems afterwards |
It was, in effect, the first modernist text in English. Deliberate obliqueness, formal fragmentation, absence of a privileged authorial point of view, intense literary self-consciousness, lack of closure – all the defining qualities of modernism were present and correct.However, the literary critics have largely disregarded the naval background to the story, which in the view of this Editor helps make it a great deal more intelligible than is commonly supposed. This was, as the ORG points out, both in order of events and in appearance, the fourth of Kipling's stories in which Petty Officer Pyecroft, navy through and through, is one of the main protagonists. The audience for which Kipling wrote were a great deal more au fait with naval matters than today’s readers. Naval personnel were forced into similar moulds by training and environment, and in the most general way, what was true of one would be true of most. So when Angus Wilson says (p. 222) that we know 'next to nothing' about the characters in the story, we suggest that a knowledge of the Royal Navy reveals a great deal more general information about the man Vickery that the cinematic flashes of Kipling's narrative.
All I carried away from the magic town of Auckland (1891) was the face and voice of a woman who sold me beer at a little hotel there. They stayed in the back of my head until ten years later when, in a local train of the Cape Town suburbs, I heard a petty officer from Simon’s Town telling a companion about a woman from New Zealand who 'never scrupled to help a lame duck or put a foot on a scorpion’. Then – precisely as the removal of the key-log in a timber-jam starts the whole pile – these words gave me the key to the voice and face at Auckland, and a tale called 'Mrs. Bathurst’ slid into my mind, smoothly and orderly as floating timber on a bank-high river.Unfortunately, the orderliness felt by Kipling has not been communicated to all his readers, as the pages of the Kipling Journal testify (see our extracts from Kipling Journal articles, and from the critics over the years.) But surely few readers will agree with one correspondent who - exasperated by his inability to resolve all the problems it raises – asserts that it must have been written as an impudent exercise, to see how bad a story Kipling could get away with. It would have been out of character for Kipling to treat a serious and moving subject with such levity, and the evidence offered is unconvincing to a degree.
I worked the material in three or four overlaid tints and textures, which might or might not reveal themselves according to the shifting light of sex, youth and experience.This point has been used by commentators, who have suggested that “Mrs. Bathurst" is a multi-layered work. This is a perfectly arguable point of view, but this Editor would suggest, rather simplistically, that when all is said and done, the story is about the destructive effect that infatuation can have on two persons. In this case, it is the effect on a man of a woman, and although Kipling does not use the word infatuation (the word would perhaps not have been in Pyecroft’s vocabulary), clearly Mrs. Bathurst has had that effect on Vickery. Ultimately, and unknowingly, she is the cause of Vickery’s destruction. (And this is suggested by the epigraph.) We have seen above that Kipling himself described it as a tragedy.
Kipling, as a good craftsman should, when he builds a tale, first erects a scaffolding of facts and circumstances, to which he refers each incident as the story unfolds. He does not – it is not his method – let the reader see more of the scaffolding than is necessary for understanding the action, and this has caused some of the author’s critics to make assumptions which are not justified by the narrative.Because 'Mrs. Bathurst’ has caused so much comment, and raised so many questions, it is worth trying to “erect the scaffolding" for 'Mrs. Bathurst’. We have therefore set out an analysis of the timescale of the story in a separate note. But, in so doing, we must remember that this is, when all is said and done, a piece of fiction, and authors have been known to bend the rules of time and space in order to produce a good story.
| Gow (addressing Ferdinand) | Now had it been the Prince who had been caught and hanged instead of this poor groom, you can bet that every astrologer … |
| Prince (soliloquising) | Only yesterday we were in the city, in command of events: now it has fallen, and the enemy has sacked it. |
| Gow (answering him) | Yes, but it’s not my fault – you can bet that every astrologer would have said that he foretold the disaster: but since it’s only poor Jack of the Straw who has been strung up, no one has bothered to cast his horoscope to see if it was all in the stars. |
| Prince (to Gow) | Another of my men – after the assault and the sack, were there any of the garrison left to be taken and hanged? How did it happen? |
| Gow (ticking off the characters on his fingers) | In a nutshell, he was betrayed by his leman, who didn’t know what she was doing, else she had not done it, for she truly loved him. As for the hangman, he was just carrying out the Duke’s orders. To the Duke, Jack was just another heretic, for whom there could be no mercy. And lastly there is Jack, who now lies in Hell, wondering why fate picked him out to be hanged. |
| Prince (suddenly sleepy) | Ferdinand, let me have your cloak – I must sleep now – I cannot think straight. |
| Ferdinand | There you are, then. (To Gow) Was Jack so enamoured of life that he did not want to die, but live under an alien religion? |
| Gow | He was born into this world like any of us, but, having been betrayed, as he thought, deliberately by his woman, life meant no more to him. When he was taken, he said “Why me? It’s not me you want, but the King. When I last saw him he was cursing his luck and all women. |
| Ferdinand | Ah! Woman’s love! (Aside) Fortune is impartial: one moment she’s at some court banquet, toppling a throne – the next she’s after some poor clown in a field, using the same weapons to trap him as she did a King yesterday. |