Tales from the Nightstand: When She Woke by Hillary Jordan
“She had wandered, without rule or guidance, into a moral wilderness. Her intellect and heart had their home, as it were, in desert places, where she roamed as freely as the wild Indian in his woods. The scarlet letter was her passport into regions where other women dared not tread. Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers – stern and wild ones – and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss.” – Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
“We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.” – Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale
The most surprising thing about Hillary Jordan’s When She Woke isn’t that it might well be the bastard love child of The Scarlet Letter and The Handmaid’s Tale, their unseemly tryst born from lonely, drunken nights sitting next to one another on the bookshelf. No, the most surprising thing is how nakedly and shamelessly When She Woke makes the claim to be that “happy accident.” It is left to the reader to judge for him or herself whether Jordan’s moral decision to bring the tale to term was worth the price of reading, or if she might have been better off making a different, personal choice early in the first draft.
Am I being too subtle with my abortion imagery?
When She Woke takes place in a speculative America that is remarkably similar to that of Atwood’s Handmaid’s Tale. Various forces of history, including a plague of infertility, have transformed the country into a fundamentalist Christian Theocracy. In Jordan’s world, there are hints of a past economic collapse, and a terrorist’s leveling of Los Angeles with a nuclear bomb appears to have helped push the government to the Todd Akins end of the social conservative spectrum. By the time of the events of Jordan’s story the infertility plague has passed, but its Roe v. Wade-crushing effects are still firmly and popularly in place. Parental Rights have been made into law, which dictate (among other things) that a woman must abdicate her child rearing preferences to her child’s biological father. The killing of an unborn child, under any circumstances, is considered murder. (One of the book’s minor characters is serving out a murder sentence for having been at fault in an automobile accident. The person she hits turns out to be pregnant, and although that person herself is fine the accident causes a miscarriage and the murder conviction becomes a fait acompli.)
But for all of the speculative fiction devices that echo The Handmaid’s Tale, it is Jordan’s imagining of the future criminal justice system that calls to mind When She Woke’s dominant genes, those from The Scarlet Letter.
Jordan’s protagonist Hannah Payne, a name clearly meant to parallel Hester Prynne, has been convicted of both aborting her unborn child and refusing to name the father. (And for any reader of The Scarlet Letter, the identity of the father – revealed rather quickly in When She Woke – will come as no surprise.) Because of this conviction she is forcibly “chromed,” a viral skin dying process. The resulting skin color lets society know the nature of your crime. The punishment for murder is being chromed entirely scarlet red, and then being released back into a society where the population is allowed to do with you whatever they wish without fear of reprisal. For more serious crimes like murder, this includes both rape and murder.
The story, as you might guess, is certainly meant to be a feminist, pro-choice cautionary tale, but it accomplishes this with somewhat more evenhandedness than I was expecting. The pro-choice terrorists/revolutionaries that assist Payne can be as vile, violent, and self-serving in the name of political victory as those that conspire to punish Payne’s sins while flaunting their own. The two characters on each side of the battle that the reader might most see as villains turn out, in the end, to be far more complicated – and sympathetic – than one might have expected (or hoped).
The novel works best, however, when it focuses on Payne’s journey through doubt toward self-discovery and a renewed faith. Like Hester Prynne and Handmaid’s Offred, Hannah Payne discovers throughout her trials that she is a person of strength, and Jordan succeeds – mostly – in making that process seem both organic and ultimately triumphant.
Overall Rating: Three out of Five stars
Recommended Reading For: Light beach reading for the feminist minded; people who want to read Ray Bradbury and Naomi Wolf but just can’t find the time to do both; leftists that want their worst suspicions about the right confirmed
Skip it if: You are really, really pro-life; you hated the whole idea of Wicked, Grendel, or any other book that looks to “update” a classic; you don’t like books with endings and plot turns you can see coming a mile away
It’s literary spittin’ distance from: As stated above, Nathaniel Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter and Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale.
[Note: I have decided to start doing quick blurb-reviews of books as I finish them, so expect to start seeing more Tales from the Nightstand posts over time. In a perfect world, I’ll post them at least once a week, but since the world ain’t perfect we’ll see how well that actually works out. Insert obligatory “hint, hint” about Tales from the Nightstand Guest Posts here.]
I’ve often wondered what it would be like to be female.
Knowing that the moment i set foot outside the house, every inch of my body and appearance are subject to inspection, scrutiny, evaluation, judgement and ridicule.
My hair, my face, my lips, my breasts, my arms, legs, buttocks, thighs; my clothing, makeup, are all fair game to be used in assigning me a social rank.
Even those areas of most personal intimacy- nipples, labia, anus- are given over to cosmetic treatments and the implicit criticism for not achieving the ideal of perfection demonstrated by porn stars.
It isn’t a coincidence that the outer edges of the porn world and the cutting edge of the fundamentalist world touch, where they see women’s bodies as the battleground to be conquered, molded and sculpted.Report
I have to be honest, I do not think this is what/how most women feel, though I greatly appreciate the empathy.
But it would be very close to my guess about how men think women might feel given how men seem to respond to women visually first. I don’t mean this as a a slight, so please don’t take it that way.
Women, when they’re feeling beautiful, are proud of it. Most women who rejoice in their attractiveness; even women who are considered ‘ugly’ and ‘homely,’ usually find ways to bring their physical best forward, to shine. Else there would not be the fashion and beauty economic drivers there are. And most women do not dress to attract men’s attention, but for their own pride and the approval of other women; it can be both competitive and sisterly at the same time.
What women mind, I find, is when their appearance forms their only measure. When they’re not given credit for their competence, their skill, their effort, their dedication and diligence, intelligence.
Back in the day, when I was young and attractive by the terms you’re describing, I worked in a high-rise office building. A man a few years my senior often took lunch the same time I did, and we’d frequently share the elevator; we never spoke, he often stared, and I’d often hum Don’t stand, don’t stand, don’t stand too close to me under my breath. One day, out of the blue, he looked at me and said, “I’m looking for a new secretary, you should come apply for the job, it pays well.” Never even an inquiry into what my current job might actually have been.
Compliment or insult?Report
You should reveal whether you were complimented or insulted, Zic. Fess up. Therein lies the truth, not all this blahblah.
Meself, I find all women breathtaking except for bags like Madonna who trade on their sexual appeal instead of their personhood, and in her case long after the blush of youth is gone. Adele or Katy Perry?
Crotcherific ’60s monster Tom Jones, now finally recognized as one of the greatest vocalists in all recorded human history, has been putting the voice out front instead of the crotch* for a good 25 years.
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*http://www.express.co.uk/posts/view/346285/-I-paid-women-to-throw-their-pants-at-Sir-Tom-Jones-
Can you imagine him doing his ’60s act now, Kazzy? That’s what I mean. I used to teach voice, exchange notes with trained singers. Tom Jones was, is, and will always be a god. Annie Lennox. Adele, I suspect. Madonna, not so much. Katy Perry, I have no frigging idea.Report
Three out of Five stars seems high based on the last line in your skip it section.Report
Nah, there are lots of good reads that don’t rely on surprising outcomes.
I knew before cracking them exactly how Kazantzakis’s The Last Temptation of Christ and Gardner’s Grendel were going to end, and I would quickly give each five stars.Report
A Christmas Carol is, even after watching dozens of adaptations, updates, and pastiches, a terrific read, and I doubt that even its original readers thought for a second that Scrooge wouldn’t reform.Report
Nice review, Tod. Almost makes me want to read; love those everything’s gone wrong books.
I’m still waiting fiction that deals that flips the roles, beyond the few Star Treks that did so and poorly. After all, women’s fertility remains. But according to research, it seems, men’s is declining. I can imagine the plots turning on every viable sperm as sacred and must be banked for the future.Report