|The Country of the Pointed Firs
A novella by Sarah Orne Jewett
Melville House, 2010 (first published in 1896)
Reviewed by Mark Molloy
The phrase “country of the pointed firs” is used only once in this meticulous, beautiful little novella: towards its end, in the chapter entitled “The Feast’s End.” The scene is the Bowden family wedding, the biggest event of the year for the inhabitants of Dunnett Landing, a sparsely populated, decaying fishing village in turn of the 20th century Maine. Our narrator, a woman returning to Dunnett Landing “after a brief visit made two or three summers before,” is attending the wedding with friends. Overwhelmed at the intensity of the occasion, her thoughts retreat from the scene around her – as they so often do – rhapsodizing into generalized observations of nature and life. Later, as the wedding is wrapping up, she contemplates the social bonds of that place, the ways adults and children have there of responding to one another. Her thought finally settle on her “elder kinsfolk,” with their “affectionate meetings and… reluctant partings. ” To the young our narrator barely gives any thought at all, noting only that, for them, “the time of separation has not come.”
Sarah Orne Jewett, a pioneer of American realism and American local color, was born in 1849 into the wealth of an old New England family of South Berwick, Maine, then a booming fishing town (and the model for the Dunnett Landing of this work). Though she would eventually move to Boston, and travelled abroad extensively throughout her life, her heart never left Berwick. “When one really knows a village like this and its surroundings,” Pointed Firs‘ narrator says in its opening pages, “it is like becoming acquainted with a single person. The process of falling in love at first sight is as final as it is swift in such a case, but the growth of true friendship may be a lifelong affair.” The Berwick of Jewett’s childhood was a burgeoning seaport, but over the course of her life it fell into what Jewett perceived to be an industrialized decay. “Berwick itself is growing and flourishing in a way that breaks my heart,” she wrote in a letter. Berwick and the changes it was undergoing – and, analogously, Jewett’s ambivalent sense of her own world as it once was and had become – are unwaveringly, if indirectly, the fixed center(s) around which Pointed Firs is set.
Effectively plotless, the “story” of Pointed Firs is that of a summer spent by its narrator in Dunnet Landing, and of the friends and acquaintances she makes there during that time. This narrative form – that of an outsider who visits and observes a rural locale – is one that Jewett repeatedly returned to in her fiction. She seems to have chosen it partially as a means to convey her own nostalgia for Berwick and the comforts and simplicities of her childhood.
Nostalgia is certainly a central presence in this work: the burden of the loss of innocence exerts a powerful gravity on nearly every page here. A fisherman and widower, now in retirement, visited by our narrator, is described as sitting in mourning “with his head bowed over his knitting, as if he were hastily shortening the very thread of time.” Elsewhere, there is Joanna Todd, with a mind “like bad eyesight… [for which] there’s no kind of glasses to remedy.” Though the work is predominantly realistic in tone, this nostalgia gives Pointed Firs’ a subtly Romantic tinge. The trappings of industrialization are largely absent here; Dunnett Landing is instead portrayed as a place of open fields and dark woods, of ledge and rocky shore: still, sparsely populated, archipelagal. The conflicting drift of Jewett’s portrayal of Dunnet Landing and its inhabitants – between the realistic and the nostalgic – is an underlying dynamic of the work, and gives to it a psychological complexity of considerable depth. Jewett’s persistent use of a subtle yet powerful irony only contributes to this effect.
Jewett was championed from an early age by the Atlantic Monthly and its then editor William Dean Howells – an early American champion of American realism now remembered primarily for his flawed Rise of Silas Lapham – and was first published there at age 19. The year was 1868, and Jewett, alongside fellow Atlantic Monthly authors Harriet Beecher Stowe, Rose Terry Cooke and Rebecca Harding Davis, helped shift the portrayal of women in American literature away from the sentimental and two dimensional, and towards a greater complexity and verisimilitude. This group was also instrumental in fomenting another innovation in American letters: the reinvigoration of local color, the portrayal of specific localities each in their own accent. The fisherman quoted above refers to stakes in his yard as “buoys… struck on to some heavy rocks that didn’t show none, but a plow’d be liable to ground on ‘em, an’ so I ketched holt an’ buoyed ‘em same’s you see.”
Jewett’s literary genius was from the first recognized only by a select few, and continues to be. Still, Pointed Firs was recognized as a masterpiece by that few from the moment of its publication. Henry James called it, perfectly, “a beautiful little quantum of achievement.” Willa Cather listed it as one of her three great American novels (the other two were The Scarlet Letter and Huckleberry Finn).
If one looks for predecessors of Jewett, Jane Austen is the most obvious influence. The same irony is here, though lessened somewhat in Jewett. Jewett’s temperament is also warmer, and her scale smaller, than Austen’s. Washington Irving – another “beautiful little quantum” of American literature – may be her most kindred spirit (I do not know whether or not Jewett was aware of his work). The fantastical element of his stories is mostly absent here (though the Romantic element in Pointed Firs does at times hint at it), but the simplicity and modesty with which he painted his landscapes, and the fondness, even love, with which he drew his characters are in full evidence here.
In Pointed Firs‘ closing passage, our narrator, aboard a steamer, waxes lyrical in a passage of stunning rhetorical power the sadness of her departure from Dunnet Landing:
The beauty of the writing, and the delicacy and care with which the world it portrays is observed and recorded, are typical of Pointed Firs as a whole. Anyone who has visited New England in the Fall knows it to be one of the world’s true wonders, both for the gorgeous crimsons, yellows and browns of its moribund foliage, and for the character of its inhabitants and localities. The Country of Pointed Firs is a true masterpiece of American literature, a must read for those who have yet to visit New England in Fall, and for those who have.
Mark Molloy is the Reviews Editor for MAKE.