I spent last summer reading Alexander McCall Smith’s No.1 Ladies Detective Agency series. Now that I’m current with that series, I have moved on to the Isabel Dalhousie series. I met another fan of the Mma Ramotswe novels who told me that I would enjoy the Dalhousie books more and more as I moved through the series, and she couldn’t have been more correct. Like Mma Ramotswe, Isabel thinks about people and doesn’t take their lives for granted. When I was a kid, my mother used to make fun of a close friend of ours who imagined strangers lives out-loud. You would be driving down the street with her in the car and she would notice someone walking and comment on their shirt. “His shirt was pressed by hand,” she might say. “You can tell that his wife cares about how he looks because she took the time to put starch on that shirt.” My mother would chastise her for making presumptions about “that man’s life,” while we were driving 35 mph through the city. “You don’t even know that man,” she would say. Isabel is like our friend in that way.
In the book that I’m reading now, The Right Attitude to Rain, Isabel makes a very poignant observation about the little discussed lives of those in the background of white Southerners of means. Recalling her mother’s stories about her proud southern heritage, Isabel considers the failings:
But there was another side to the heritage of well-to-do Mobile, of course: the dark side of the South–and this was not talked about, or used not to be. It was there, though, and could be seen in the musty family photograph albums, where the servants stood inthe background, under a tree, beside the cars, carrying things.That’s what can lie behind money, thought Isabel; not always,but often: expropriated lives; the lives of people in the background,nameless, forgotten, who never really owned very much.
Isabel recognizes the full humanity of those whose lives have been expropriated by wealthy whites. Kathryn Stockett attempts such recognition in her bestselling and exceedingly popular novel The Help.
It was my interest in depictions of the interior lives of black women as they appeared in popular fiction that led me to McCall Smith and Stockett. Where McCall Smith succeeds, Stockett fails. Though the body of a black women initially compelled McCall Smith to create his character, he gives her life, her past, her friendships, her thoughts a density that matches her form. Stockett’s black women are caricatures. The dialect they speak lacks poetry and her choice to put it into the mouths of all the women to the same degree flattens them. Take Aibileen for example. Aibileen reads W.E.B. DuBois and Fredrick Douglass, two extraordinary thinkers and writers. If she is a reader, especially of these authors, how or why does she speak the same way that Minni does? Shouldn’t reading strong writers with a firm command of English influence her speech?
My grandmother worked as a domestic. I’ve included this photograph of her when she was a girl of about three on this blog before.
This photograph would have been taken in the mid-1920s in Louisville, Kentucky. In 1920, Black women comprised 18 % of the population and 93% of that number worked as laundresses. In spite of the high probability that if my grandmother worked outside of the home, she would work as a domestic in some form, my great-grandfather thought it was very important that she study hard and value formal education. My grandmother, as I noted in another post, graduated from high school when she was sixteen.
My grandmother did not speak like any of the black women in Stockett’s novel. Certainly some black women I knew have but the variety and the poetry of their speech is mostly missing from her novel.
How might the women in The Help have looked outside the frame of their labor? The characters attend church, live out their lives in their own homes, and ride the bus but did they take pictures of their family and friends? With them? On what occasions? What other hobbies did they have? Did they travel to visit relatives? Where did they go? What did they do while there? Edwidge Danticat offers a representation of the kind of looking that I am describing in her short story “New York Day Women.” In the story, Suzette, while out on her lunch break, spies her mother who is on her way to work as a nanny for a white family. Suzette sees her mother doing things she doesn’t recognize her as enjoying. She catches her mother briefly being at the center of her own life before observing her and other brown women at the center of the lives of white children.
“New York Day Women” in some ways reminds me of the many paintings of laundresses by both European and American artists. So I’m thinking about works by Jean-Baptiste Greuze, Edgar Degas, and Honore Daumier. This work by Robert Henri underscores the striking recognition that Suzette has of her mother in some ways:
This woman seems caught unaware of being noticed. Suzette recognizes her mother anew and acknowledges her limited view into all aspects of her mother’s life. Henri’s painting casts arduous work in soft light. The load this woman carries, though unfurling, remains under her control. Henri intends for the viewer to see her. I suspect that he imagined a viewer who never really looked at the help; they imagined they already knew them; he offers them unexpected beauty.
Beverly McIver’s paintings of herself in blackface, performing her late mother’s former work as a maid disrupts the limits of perception by staging the mammy/maid paintings around an obvious resistance to nostalgia and sentimentalism.
The artist knows we’re looking. Beauty here, seems unlikely. In order to have beauty as a part of this life, it has to be made or fashioned…and doesn’t that seem like it would take an extraordinary effort to make it so?
I do think that Stockett wants to honor the good lives that black maids made for their white charges. What she doesn’t seem to have a sense of is how good they made it for themselves and for their own families.
4 thoughts on “The Help”
The Help was problematic for many black folks for different reasons.
Thank you for all of your kind words.
Do you know that I still haven’t seen the film based on Stockett’s novel? In my opinion, the way she constructs black women is insulting. Although I completed the book, I was offended early on when Aibileen, described as someone who prays for everything and everyone, forgot to pray for her son. Too, the fact that Stockett has Skeeter writing “the help’s” stories when Black women have been telling and writing their own stories most notably in the 19th century when black women’s testimony about slavery aided the Abolitionist cause. Stockett shows no understanding of black women’s history or even how literacy works. If Aibileen hungered for literature of the caliber Skeeter brought her from the library, why does she speak like an illiterate. Given Stockett’s weakness in the area of writing about black women, instead of writing The Help, she should have written The Employers. This love she supposedly felt for her own Mammy who she recalled strongly in the aftermath of 9/11 is not evident in “The Help.” Paying homage to a woman you loved so much by granting her no interior life, little agency, and whose greatest achievements rests in sacrificing her own security to help you tell your poorly imagined story is a weak tribute to her.
As much as I hated The Help, I was surprised that I would hate Brooke Newman’s memoir Jenniemae & James even more. At least Stockett’s work is (bad) fiction, but Newman’s work is steeped in a woman’s life that she clearly believes she owns. She tells of Jenniemae being raped by a bus driver and keeping the baby. That baby is now an adult. It’s not clear if Newman even considered what Jenniemae told her daughter about her father. What right does Newman have to expose this story? How did she decide that it was her’s to tell and not Jenniemae’s or her daughter’s? It’s all so problematic.
Thanks again for taking the time to visit my blog and sharing your thoughts here. EMM
You write so eloquently about art. I love art too but lack the skill to write about it. Sculptures, paintings, dance, music etc. I love art however it is expressed.
I enjoyed this post as well. I have the 1 Ladies Detective Agency on dvd. I like the performances of Jill Scott and Anika Noni Rose. I was on the fence about “The Help”. The book left me wanting. The film although i love Viola Davis and Octavia Spencer something was missing. I again i was left wanting. Great post. Enjoy your blog. It’s a great alternative. Keep up the good work. Maybe you will publish your own novel.