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Kate Chopin, Her letters (#Review)

April 20, 2018
Kate Chopin

Kate Chopin (Public domain, via Wikipedia)

There are a few American authors who, when they pop up as a Library of America (LOA) Story of the Week, I try to read. These include Edith Wharton, Willa Cather and Kate Chopin. I don’t always manage to read them, but I have read the latest Kate Chopin story they’ve published, “Her letters”. And my, what a powerful one it is. Yes, I know, most of her stories are powerful, but this is certainly up there.

The story is pretty simple, plot-wise, though I shall avoid spoiling it as you may wish to read it from the link below. It starts with a woman, sitting by a “generous wood fire … in an ample fireplace” though outside is “a leaden sky in which there was no gleam, so rift, no promise”. She’s decided that she needs to destroy some letters that, we soon realise, relate to an adulterous affair. She’s been meaning to do this for four years in fact, but they’ve “sustained her … kept her spirit from perishing utterly”. However, she believes her days are numbered and, like many diary-writers and letter-owners, she fears their impact on those left behind, particularly on one “near to her, and whose tenderness and years of devotion had made him, in a manner, dear to her.” Her husband, in other words. The “in a manner” here is telling, isn’t it?

But, she can’t do it. Chopin’s description of her pain at the idea of losing them is visceral. What should she do? She lights on a solution, which is to leave them “in charge of the very one who, above all, should be spared knowledge of their contents.” So, she ties them back up, and leaves them with this note:

“I leave this package to the care of my husband. With perfect faith in his loyalty and his love, I ask him to destroy it unopened.”

Of course, she does die first, and he finds the bundle of letters with the note. (On a day much like that day we’d met her: “The day was much like that day a year ago when the leaves were falling and rain pouring steadily from a leaden sky which held no gleam, no promise.”) What do you think he does?

It’s another powerful story from Chopin, about love, passion, adultery – and also honour and trust. It is a story of its time, but there’s a universality to it too. What is so good about it, though, is the controlled way Chopin unravels the plot, and her language. It’s a little full-blown to our ears, perhaps, but she sustains melancholic tones so well, while at the same time conveying character and emotion.

Without spoiling the ending, I’ll share another excerpt. When the husband finds the bundle of letters, he guesses, of course, that they contain a secret, one that may unlock to him something about this wife whom he’d known “to have been cold and passionless, but true, and watchful of his comfort and his happiness.” He’s affected, but he ponders:

… she had embodied herself with terrible significance in an intangible wish, uttered when life still coursed through her veins; knowing that it would reach him when the annihilation of death was between them, but uttered with all confidence in its power and potency. He was moved by the splendid daring of the act, which at the same time exalted him and lifted him above the head of common mortals.

The conclusion is predictable when you get there, but Chopin leads you carefully along with the husband as he works through the problem. The story has no simple answer, and certainly no condemnation, which is Chopin’s way. She doesn’t judge or pontificate. Rather, she leaves it open for (or, forces!) the reader to consider the ways in which our actions affect others, not to mention the issue of love, passion and marriage, and the accommodations we do or don’t make.

As with other stories by her – including “Fedora”, the last one I reviewed – Chopin didn’t immediately find a publisher for “Her letters”. LOA says:

When she finished the story in December 1894, Chopin sent it off to The Century, which had published several of her previous submissions. By this time Chopin was a well-known and respected writer, but the story was rejected—almost surely because it dealt with a woman’s adulterous affair. The magazine’s editor, Richard Watson Gilder, “felt that fiction should be pleasant and avoid the horrifying, the indelicate, or the immoral,” as Chopin scholar Per Seyersted puts it.

Vogue, though, had no such compunctions – and published it as they had other previously rejected stories of hers. One day I’ll read a biography of her …

Let me know what you think, if you read it (just 8 pages) at the link below.

Note: My other Kate Chopin reviews are A pair of silk stockings, After the winterA respectable womanDésirée’s baby, Morning walk and Fedora.

Kate Chopin
“Her letters”
First published: Vogue, April 11 and 18, 1895
Available: Online at the Library of America

13 Comments leave one →
  1. April 20, 2018 12:01 pm

    I’ve finally signed up for Story of the Week!
    (Which, *wink* given my preference for the novel, doesn’t mean I’ll be reviewing them as you do).

    • April 20, 2018 3:33 pm

      Haha Lisa. Glad you have. I only read a few. Too much to read. I wish we had something like that here.

  2. Meg permalink
    April 20, 2018 12:39 pm

    Hi Sue, a wonderful ending. Both cannot let go!

    • April 20, 2018 6:07 pm

      It’s great isn’t it Meg. Glad you read it. I assume you are back from Japan? Hope you had a good time.

  3. Neil@kallaroo permalink
    April 20, 2018 6:22 pm

    Hi Gums, what a horrible little tale. Beautifully crafted, very powerful. I’m sorry I read it. LOL!

    • April 20, 2018 7:06 pm

      Oh dear, Neil, then don’t read any of her other stories. In particular do NOT read Desiree’s Baby. If you thought …

      I love Chopin but she can sure get you in the guts.

      • Neil Bloomfie=Neil@Kalleroo permalink
        April 20, 2018 10:46 pm

        She did!

  4. April 21, 2018 1:12 am

    I’d read quite a number of Chopin’s stories but not that one – good story – nicely suspenseful and insightful. Thanks for the nudge.

    • April 21, 2018 9:12 am

      Thanks Bekah, I would like to have written more about how she does it but decided to keep my post shorter. That’s a goal for the year!

  5. April 21, 2018 8:21 am

    She was a writer so far ahead of her times. It is good she is finally becoming more recognised than she was at the time she was alive and thereafter. I will have a look at the story. I did subscribe to the short stories link but felt guilty when I didn’t have time to read them and felt bad deleting them. 🙂

    • April 21, 2018 9:14 am

      0h, I know what you mean about the guilt, Pam. I have resolved that in my heart now and delete them a lot because I can’t read them all. I know I can go back to the site later. The emails enable me to quickly identify the higher priority ones for me.

  6. April 21, 2018 8:29 am

    Thank you for this story. I wouldn’t read a book of such stories, but one with breakfast was ok. It seemed very Edgar Allan Poe-ish, an ‘imp’ taking control of the mind as you would think she (the wife, not the author) at least half intended.

  7. April 21, 2018 9:19 am

    No, you probably couldn’t read them one after the other Bill, I’d agree. I haven’t read enough be to compare. Chopin’s intentions are presumably different, but I guess she and have some of the similar style. I love the irony of her intention that he throw them away unopened so he would not be hurt by them, but.. however, I’ll say no more in case I spoil for those reading the comments.

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