{"id":13134,"date":"2013-02-21T09:21:17","date_gmt":"2013-02-21T09:21:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.badreputation.org.uk\/?p=13134"},"modified":"2013-02-24T12:36:41","modified_gmt":"2013-02-24T12:36:41","slug":"women-in-horror-month-modernism-feminism-and-fear-the-uncanny-stories-of-may-sinclair","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/badreputation.org.uk\/2013\/02\/21\/women-in-horror-month-modernism-feminism-and-fear-the-uncanny-stories-of-may-sinclair\/","title":{"rendered":"[Women In Horror Month] Modernism, feminism and fear: The Uncanny Stories of May Sinclair"},"content":{"rendered":"
In honour of Women In Horror Recognition Month<\/a> I thought I’d
take the chance to put British Edwardian writer May
Sinclair<\/a> in the spotlight for once.<\/p>\n May
Sinclair in about 1916<\/p><\/div>\n
Born in 1863 and a celebrated author in her lifetime, Sinclair has,\u00a0like
so many women writers,\u00a0been largely forgotten, despite her close
friendships with some of modernism’s poster boys: Ezra Pound, Ford Madox
Ford, Robert Frost, and others. She was an early champion of T.S. Eliot and
the first critic to use the term \u201cstream of consciousness\u201d to
describe a literary technique.<\/p>\n
Rather brilliantly, Sinclair also campaigned for women to get the vote, and in
1912 wrote a pamphlet called \u2018Feminism\u2019 which argued for
women\u2019s equal potential for intellectual endeavour and political
engagement. Her feminism seems to have been rather essentialist<\/a>, but she was still a powerful voice for
equality at a time when women were routinely denied the vote, an education,
economic independence or sexual agency.<\/p>\n
Sinclair had no formal education, although she read widely and developed an
interest in psychoanalysis, philosophy and mysticism in particular. She
attended Cheltenham Ladies College for a year before leaving to care for her
four brothers who all had a hereditary heart defect. In spite of this, she
wrote a dozen novels including bleak
bildungsroman<\/i>
The
Life and Death of Harriett Frean<\/a><\/b>, essays, poems and short
stories before the onset of Parkinson\u2019s disease prevented her from
writing.<\/p>\n
She died in 1946, having already drifted into obscurity. However, her
literary significance as a pioneer of feminism and modernism is starting
to be recognised, as this great
post<\/a> points out: \u201cHer work is good, even great, and it covers
all the stops. It fits quite neatly in between George Eliot and Virginia
Woolf, and she can serve well as a missing link.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stumbled upon Sinclair entirely by accident when I picked up her 1923
collection
Uncanny
Stories<\/a><\/b>, which is where the horror connection comes in.
There\u2019s a near-complete copy available on Google
Books<\/a> if you want to check it out, although it\u2019s missing one
of my favourites.<\/p>\n
Sinclair\u2019s letters show that her idea for the title predates
the publication of Freud’s essay
The
Uncanny<\/a> <\/b>by nearly a decade, but she seems to have
welcomed the coincidence and it\u2019s certainly fitting. Her
stories are intensely psychological; there is no gore or ghouls,
but instead a creeping horror and eerie imagery, and a sense of
claustrophobia which lingers long after you’ve finished
reading.<\/p>\n
Some of the stories are intensely sad, such as \u2018If The Dead
Knew\u2019, in which a son realises his dead mother has heard
him tell others how he had secretly hated her:<\/p>\n
Something compelled him to turn round and look towards his
mother\u2019s chair.<\/p>\n
Then he saw her.<\/p>\n
She stood between him and the chair, straight and thin,
dressed in the clothes she had died in, the yellowish flannel
nightgown and bed jacket.<\/p>\n
The apparition maintained itself with difficulty. Already its
hair had grown indistinct, a cap of white mist. Its face was
an insubstantial framework for its mouth and eyes, and for the
tears that fell in two shining tracks between. It was less a
form than a visible emotion, an anguish.<\/p>\n
Hollyer stood and stared at it. Through the glasses of its
tears it gazed back at him with an intense, a terrible
reproach and sorrow.<\/p>\n
Then, slowly and stiffly, it began to recede from him, drawn
back and back, without any movement of its feet, in an
unearthly stillness, keeping up, to the last minute, its look
of indestructible reproach.<\/p>\n
And now it was a formless mass that drifted to the window and
hung there a second, and passed, shrinking like a breath on
the pane.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
But other tales are comic. In \u2018The Victim\u2019, a
ghostly visitation to a murderer isn’t full of reproach,
but thanks – for freeing the victim from his
debts.<\/p>\n
Sinclair\u2019s themes and imagery chime with many of the
ideas popularised by Freud. Earlier in ‘If the Dead
Knew’ the central character Hollyer is alarmed to
discover he wishes his mother would die:<\/p>\n
In the dark, secret places of the mind your thoughts ran
loose beyond your knowing: they burrowed under the walls
that shut off one self from another; they got through. It
was as if his secret self had broken
loose.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
You are the unconscious mind and I claim my five
pounds.<\/p>\n
Founding a literary tradition which would later include
Elizabeth Bowen and Margaret Atwood, Sinclair\u2019s uncanny
stories feature divided and dislocated selves, the dance of
impulse and resistance and the hidden tracks and traces of
memory and unspoken desire. And as Philippa
Martindale<\/a> explains, these stories are particularly
concerned with feminine and feminist experience:<\/p>\n
Sinclair\u2019s uncanny fiction is a subtle tool for
feminist expression, deconstructing patriarchal paradigms
of power… Her uncanny stories serve as a forum for
‘deviant’ subjects, addressing cultural issues
such as female desire, sexuality, and gender
roles.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
When I first read the collection, it reminded me of Daphne
du Maurier’s short stories<\/a>,\u00a0<\/b>and especially ‘The Apple Tree<\/a>‘ – in
part because most of the stories concern relationships
between men and women. Martindale highlights the
\u201csense of struggle for mastery between
Sinclair’s male and female protagonists, typically
played out in the sexual arena.\u201d One of the best
examples is \u2018Where Their Fire Is Not
Quenched\u2019, which deals at once with the fantastic
and the horrifically mundane as a former couple are
compelled to eternally repeat their loveless affair in a
shabby hotel room in the afterlife.<\/p>\n
On the subject of ghost stories, Sinclair herself
said:<\/p>\n
Ghosts have their own atmospheres and their own
reality, they also have their setting in the
everyday reality we know; the story-teller is
handling two realities at the same
time.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
For me it is this touching of two worlds which makes
ghost stories so thrilling. The idea of something
surfacing or reaching through, reaching back is
unsettling and deeply uncanny. Sinclair\u2019s
protagonists find themselves at points where the
membrane between the natural and supernatural, life
and afterlife, the conscious and unconscious has
grown thin.<\/p>\n
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