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The Belle of Amherst by Charles S. Dubin
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DVD detailsActor: Julie Harris Director: Charles S. Dubin Brand: Kino International Editor: Terry M. Pickford Producer: Don Gregory Producer: Mike Merrick Writer: William Luce DVD: Region Code 1 Audio: English (Unknown); English (Original Language) Format: Closed-captioned, Color, DVD, NTSC Picture Format: 1.33:1 Running Time: 90 minutes DVD Release Date: 2004-07-06 Audience Rating: NR (Not Rated) Model: 3632 Studio: Kino Video Product features: - BELLE OF AMHERST, THE (DVD MOVIE)
DVD Reviews of The Belle of AmherstDVD Review: Safe in her alabaster chamber; who was Emily Dickinson? Summary: 5 Stars
THE BELLE OF AMHERST is one of those artistic gems that is no less brilliant for seeming somewhat imperfectly faceted. By this I mean that I disagree with the dramatist's interpretation of Emily Dickinson's personality, but love the play anyway for the sake of Julie Harris' star turn performance and for the script's being essentially a quiltwork of pithy quotes and juicy anecdotes drawn directly from The Divine Emily's life and works.
My problem is with the depiction of Emily as neurotically, almost pathologically, shy, nerdishly awkward, scatterbrained, giddily unsure of herself... none of which seems to match the historical Emily I have come over time to understand and love. Unfortunately, the play's interpretation is based mainly on the only extensive account of what the mature Emily was like, as recorded by Thomas Wentworth Higginson, literary style-and-form czar of his day, as a very conventional-minded authority who seemed to find the poetess and her creations about equally baffling. My cavil is that this was not the true Emily, but rather an Emily hopelessly unnerved and overwhelmed by her meeting, after years of futile poem submissions and correspondence, with this great literary eminence grise, as obtusely unsympathetic arbiter of the worldly fate of all that was most precious to Emily, namely her poetry.
Higginson was a well-schooled "expert" in matters of poetry. Emily was, by contrast, a genius, born with a magical ability to compose the stuff that Higginson was an expert in, but otherwise almost completely unschooled in it. The situation there was peculiarly American; America loves and trusts its experts, rewarding them for the work and dedication they have put into their life-business, but it neither understands nor loves nor trusts its geniuses, whose natural-born accomplishment in the same fields is so invidiously undemocratic as to set one man, the walk-on born genius, so strangely and unjustly above another, the schooled expert, thus threatening the very fabric of our whole received ideology of human equality and merit. It seems an irony that might otherwise have amused Emily that this great literary lion, only remembered today for his connection with her, should thus be given the last word on what sort of person she was. Paradoxically, it is partly the fault of Emily herself, whose will had called for her letters to be burnt after her death, that we know far too little about what the ordinary world made of her, for which the incidental testimony of a Higginson seems a peculiarly unhappy substitute.
A broader view of the essential living Emily persona, inferrable from the testimony of her own works taken together with the incidentally preserved scattered comments of people who knew her well, might seem to paint a different picture: Emily Dickinson was, albeit eccentric, eminently sane, for one thing. Her normal social personality was bubbly, outgoing, spontaneously improvisational and pawkishly witty, poised, "posed" and sharply and sensitively focused, rather than scatterbrained, and somewhat too puppyishly affectionate toward people she loved, which seemed to be, at least in her youth, practically every respectable and even sometimes disrespectable person she met. Her main flaw, if flaw it be, was the tendency of her natural precocity to make her personally overwhelming. As long as she was entertaining a crowd, such as with her storytelling fugues and singing and piano improvisations, Emily was fine. One-on-one with her natural energies and maxim-gun wit, on the other hand, for any length of time, could doubtless be, for the feebler sensibilities of most ordinary folks, a mentally and spiritually taxing experience, to say the least.
Emily, of course, came to understand this over time... which is why she
gradually withdrew from a world that she loved, yet came to feel born into by accident, on the wrong planet. People like to imagine Emily's reclusion as somehow pathological, inspired by a jilted love affair or some such ordinary soap-operatic trauma, because they forget that she was a genius, and that geniuses simply don't think or act or make choices like the rest of us. Emily was jilted alright... by the ordinary world she loved so much, despite its hopeless "common" ordinariness. The main culprit here seems to have been evangelical Christianity, which swept its frenzied waves through her world time and again, picking off her family and friends one by one and exerting such tremendous social pressures to accept Jesus and be saved. Emily, seeing through the maudlin hysterical banality of the whole business and already betrothed as bride to the Jesus of her genius, simply couldn't stoop, for mere social acceptance's sake, to chiming in on the same kinds of convenient hypocrisies as all those church-ladies with their "dimity convictions," or the platoons of ham-fisted preachers who "argued themselves narrow" and "made God's love seem like bears."
The curse of Christianity of this sort is that it is an importuning ideology of the sort that poorer souls seem to thrive on but which Emily's keener instinct found most gratuitously repulsive, much the way a dog's keener hearing will find insufferable sounds that we humans can't even hear. Ideologies systematically exclude and shun the unwashed, which is what happened to Emily, as Salvation wrapped its tentacles around her social circles, costing her one "love" after another in a dizzying succession of spiritual alienations. This circumstance seems too underappreciated by critics, most likely because Emily, the farthest thing from a whiner or complainer, says so little about it directly herself. Her work, however, says a great deal about it indirectly, artistically, subversively, accumulating to a damning mass of seemingly dispositive evidence, once one knows to start looking for it.
In her art, Emily often manages to reinvent the English language. In her lifestyle, she managed to retreat to an artistically reinvented world where she could "tell all the truth but tell it slant." Pathological? only to the extent that eyesight might be considered "pathological" in a world of the blind, or in a world that includes, in our tally of human pathologies, such syndromes as uncanny instinct and towering eldritch genius.
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