Showing posts with label Charles Brockden Brown. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Charles Brockden Brown. Show all posts

June 2, 2011

Brown: felicity unspeakable!

On June 2, 1798, the Weekly Magazine printed the last of Charles Brockden Brown's so-called "Henrietta Letters" (others remained unpublished in Brown's lifetime). The magazine's editor printed the letters as a true correspondence between its author and "Henrietta G." Though critics soon deemed the letters were fiction, their veracity remains unclear. If real, evidence suggests Brown's correspondent was Henrietta Chew, the daughter of prominent Philadelphia lawyer/judge Benjamin Chew. Yet, even if based on a true relationship, the interchanges almost certainly never truly occurred.

Featuring a persona Brown will refer to as "Rhapsodist," the letters are romantically-charged. He tells Henrietta that he speaks from the heart and imagines himself joining her, otherwise alone, in her bedroom: "Would my presence profane the chamber? I yet feel the warmth of her embraces. They have made me miserable. To what a precipice have they conducted me? ...Encircled by those arms and leaning on that bosom — felicity unspeakable!" He then pleads, "Be my guide, my genius, my spouse." In one of Henrietta's responses, she writes, "Thou saucy and impetuous creature! Dost thou think thou has a property in my lips or that I will suffer such perplexing and incessant interruption from thy kisses? In good sooth I will act with more discretion for the future." If that isn't sexually suggestive enough, in another letter, "C.B.B." (as his character is signed) imagines himself hiding in her closet and he sees her take off her night dress. As he observes her naked body:

How suitably adapted to the purpose of love! to shroud without obscuring your resplendent beauties, to shade without concealing that angelic bosom. Could my eyes be otherwise than intoxicated by the sight[?] ...What effect... must all these circumstances have unavoidably produced on a rambling and unsanctified imagination like mine? Was it possible for my glance to have been less passionate and eager[?]

Brown would have been 16 years old when he met the slightly older Henrietta Chew; the letters were published when he was 28. By the end of the year, his writing style had matured and he published his novel Wieland, or the Transformation, one of the earliest Gothic novels in the United States.

*For information in this post, I turned to Peter Kafer's Charles Brockden Brown's Revolution and the Birth of American Gothic (2004).

January 17, 2010

Birth of Charles Brockden Brown

On January 17, 1771, Charles Brockden Brown was born in Philadelphia. Credited as one of the earliest practitioners of the American novel, Brown's most well-known books were published just before the turn of the century, when the United States was still in its awkward adolescence: Wieland, or The Transformation: An American Tale (1798), Edgar Huntly; or, Memoirs of a Sleep-Walker (1799), and Arthur Mervyn, or Memoirs of the Year 1793, published in two parts in 1798-1799.

One of his most famous works, Wieland, or The Transformation: An American Tale is an early American Gothic novel which sets the tone of much of Brown's writing. Its plot is driven by a character who masters, of all things, the skill of ventriloquism. The title character Wieland, a pious and God-fearing Pennsylvanian of German descent, believes he is hearing a divine voice, which compels him to murder his wife and children. Carwin, the new-to-town ventriloquist, is suspected, if Wieland hasn't lost his sanity. The bloody, tragic tale, full of incessant forebodings of doom, was an inspiration to the work of both Edgar A. Poe and Mary Shelley. As an early Brown biographer named Martin S. Vilas wrote in 1904, "there is a conception of a grim destiny that pursues and overhangs its object as relentlessly as the night follows day."

Wieland is put on trial for the murders he commits. He admits the deed but notes his love for his family and tries to defend himself:

Think ye that malice could have urged me to this deed? ...I will tell what I have done, and why. It is needless to say that God is the object of my supreme passion. I  have cherished, in his presence, a single and upright heart. I have thirsted for the knowledge of his will. I have burnt with ardour to approve my faith and my obedience. My days have been spent in searching for the revelation of that will; but my days have been mournful, because my search failed. I solicited direction; I turned on every side where glimmerings of light could be discovered... but not till lately were these purposes thoroughly accomplished, and these wishes fully gratified.

I thank thee, my Father, for thy bounty! that thou didst not ask a less sacrifice than this! that thou placedst me in a condition to testify my submission to thy will! ...Now may I, with dauntless and erect eye, claim my reward, since I have given thee the treasure of my soul!

The book is not all doom-saying, however. Similar to Shelley but divergent from the style of Poe, Brown's novel includes a moral message. Wieland's sister, who serves as narrator of the story, sums it up for the reader: "If Wieland had framed juster notions of moral duty and of the divine attributes, or if I had been gifted with ordinary equanimity or foresight, the double-tongued deceiver would have been baffled and repelled."

In his book The Prose Writers of America, a sequel to the successful Poets and Poetry of America, anthologist Rufus W. Griswold chided Brown for making such a villainous, well, villain. Griswold takes issue with using terms like "fiend" or "diabolical malice," instead placing the blame on Wieland himself. According to Griswold, Wieland was already "in a state to hear voices when no voices sounded."

*For more on Charles Brockden Brown and his work, visit the "Philadelphia Gothic" online exhibit from the Library Company of Philadelphia, a free library established by Benjamin Franklin, who shares the same birthday.