I apologize to those of you who
didn’t read Donald’s “The Immaterial City: Representation, Imagination and
Media Technologies.” I realize that I should probably respond to a text we are
all reading, but I found myself drawn to this chapter not only because of my
interest in the multifaceted role of narrator and narration in the texts we have
read so far, but also because of personal experience. Donaldson draws insight
from J.K. Huysman’s Á Rebours to
explore the ways that cities are created not only by the physical experience of
them, but by our expectations and insights that precede that experience.
Donaldson states, “the way we
experience cities is profoundly shaped by the immaterial city of word, image,
and myth. It is through them that we learn not only to see cities, but also how
to live in them” (47). The city, the idea of the city, is an amalgamation of
our anticipations of the city, previous representations of the city, and actual experiences. While this idea becomes more complicated as Donaldson continues,
the idea of cities as a combination of actual experience and of expectation
created through myth, art, and literature spoke to me as a fairly new
city-dweller. I moved to LA about 2 ½ years ago and I honestly feel that my
conceptualization of Los Angeles as a city has almost as much to do with my
previous expectations and interactions with the city through “mediated
pedagogies of urban life” as it does with my actual experience living in the
city; I find myself making sense of my life here in accordance with those myths
that preceded my move here. The city of Los Angeles is loaded with narrative
representations and expectations and as someone moving in from the outside, I
find myself constantly trying to make sense of those representations in
accordance with my actual experience. I also find that at times when those two
(or three, or more) “representational spaces” do not align, and I cannot reconcile the gaps between representation and experience, I either feel a
great sense of liberation and excitement, or utter confusion and existential
crisis.
While I can’t articulate
specifically how this idea has influenced my reading of Dickens’ Bleak House, I can say that it has given
me a new perspective for dealing with the narrators within the text and how the
novel is dealing with perspective. I’ve mentioned previously that I’m
interested in the vacillation between Esther’s narrative and the omniscient
narrator that appears sporadically. I have been reading these different
narrations as different ways of entering the city and of knowing characters (I
may never get un-stuck from thinking about the narrative interjections in Mary
Barton because I’m still trying to make sense of them), but after reading
Donald, I find that I have begun reading Esther in a more critical way; her
omission of the “gentlemen of a dark complexion” that she decided was “very
sensible and agreeable” suddenly became heavy with implication. Thinking of how
narrators are responsible for conveying narratives to the outsider, and
considering how Donald describes the reality and significance of
representations, I cannot help but feel slightly betrayed by Esther’s denial to
relay information; I feel that her narrative, her imagining and representation
of characters, of events, of the city, carry more weight than I initially
wanted to believe and I need her to be more responsible with her
representations (I think I feel this way more-so because her narration is far
more present than the omniscient narration, but still). Anyway, I’m still
dealing with the perspective of the narrator and how that influences the
experience and imagining of the city; I’m opening “city” up to broader
definitions of narratives in general that are multi-faceted and sites of constant
movement, networks, interactions, exchange etc. I can’t quite detail an
argument for a paper yet, but this essay at least allowed me to see this
particular facet of the text in another way.
Jene,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the summary of Donald. I can't believe that so many people read him after he was stricken from the syllabus. I don't feel as betrayed by Esther as you do. Her personality is like a sieve; any time people pay her a compliment she turns it into a compliment of them. So, even in retrospect she can't own up to having a vital emotion. On another level, if she had been more forthright with us, her engagement with Jarndyce would have seemed less credible and would have lessened our pleasure at her ultimate union with Woodcourt. No? .