2022-03-29

KATHERINE MANSFIELD - THE MOST REMARKABLE AND REVOLUTIONARY WRITER OF HER GENERATION






Ecstasy and envy provoked in Virginia Woolf


It is said that after reading Bliss (Ecstasy), Virginia Woolf said: I die of envy of this woman. The woman and author of the short story is the writer Katherine Mansfield. Jealous, Virginia Woolf considered her unfashionable and maintained an aristocratic and suspicious distance between them.

Kathleen Mansfield Beauchamp, original name of Katherine Mansfield, was born in Wellington, New Zealand, on October 14, 1888. She spent her childhood in Wellington, and then traveled to London in 1903 with her two older sisters to attend Queen's College.


Considered a master of the modernist tale, her most creative years were filled with loneliness, illness, jealousy and alienation. All of this was reflected in her work with the acrimonious depiction of the marital and family relationships of her middle-class characters.




After the publication of The Garden Party, Katherine Mansfield was definitively established as one of the most remarkable and revolutionary storytellers of her generation. She acquired an international reputation as a writer of short stories, poetry, letters, newspapers and reviews. It was adopted by Bloomsbury-based art circles, a group of British artists and intellectuals, but never belonged to it. She was a woman and therefore, in some ways, an outsider in any country. Furthermore, she was a writer entirely devoted to the short story, which never had the same reputation as the novel.

 

But this book is me!


Clarice Lispector, one of the most important Brazilian woman writers, was another great writer of the 20th century who recognized the power of Katherine Mansfield's writing. Reading the work of the New Zealander for the first time, Clarice would have said that Mansfield was herself. The “Clarice Lispector of the English language” is perhaps a good way to introduce this brilliant author to the Portuguese-speaking audience. There are many common points between them – the literary work from the perspective of the woman, the contemplation of everyday life, human relationships, and the intelligent use of silence.

 

Clarice discovered Mansfield's work alone when she took the collection Bliss from a bookstore shelf. Not knowing who it was, she started reading right there, standing up, and could not stop, taken by a deep affinity with the author: “But this book is me!” she would have thought in the face of the volume of short stories she acquired.

 

The unhappy translation of Bliss as happiness

 

The Brazilian writer Érico Veríssimo was the one who translated Bliss in Brazil, in 1940, by Editora Globo. However, he was unfortunate in translating Bliss into Happiness. Ana Cristina Cesar, a Brazilian female poet and translator, seems to have hit the target when she chose the term Ecstasy. Bliss is ecstasy, happiness, joy, rapture, divine thing, palpitation, enchantment, enthusiasm, fascination…


 


Ana immersed herself in Mansfield's letters and diary while working on Bliss's annotated translation, which earned her a master's degree in Theory and Practice of Literary Translation from the University of Essex, England. The reading made the Brazilian poet realize that in Mansfield's work, as in her own, “fiction and autobiography constitute a single and indivisible composition”.


 

Her tales and her writing technique


Considered a central figure in British modernism, her tales are innovative, accessible and psychologically acute, pioneering the genre's form in the 20th century. They are also notable for their use of stream-of-consciousness. She described trivial events and subtle changes in human behavior.

 

Her fiction, poetry, diaries and letters cover a range of subjects: the difficulties and ambivalences of families and sexuality, the fragility of relationships, the complexities and insensitivities of the rising middle classes, the social consequences of the war and, above all, the attempt to extract any beauty and vitality from the mundane experience. Thus, she rejected the conventions of highly plotted narrative with a carefully crafted conclusion, using direct and indirect narrative and a rapid transition of times to provide constant shifts in perspective.

 



The ellipsis is a frequent feature of Mansfield, sometimes at the end of the narratives. They point out the mismatch between the inner life and the way to express it and the limits of the characters' introspections, like a wall that cannot be overcome. It is an expression of everyday life more for what is unsaid than for what is revealed, so alienation from oneself is a successful escape from unhappiness.

 

Her characters do not stay in the spotlight; she just shows the inner life of each of them. Looks, words, facial expressions. Many subjects cross her prose: conversations about dreams and the intimates of the mind, typical of a society that was awakening to the power of the Freudian unconscious. In particular, women who constantly question their places in society. In all writings, critics find an enormous depth of observation; a simple expression of what is untranslatable in the human soul and a complex femininity surprising the strange roots that held it to life.




She carefully manipulated the autobiographical element in her work. Art always transcended reality, and events or people remembered were molded to suit the impression she wished to convey. Her enduring appeal is perhaps due in part to the fact that at the best of her writing, fiction or nonfiction, she communicates her individual experience in such a way that different readers can identify with her.

 

Writing is converted into a fictional exercise. With this, the writer establishes her gaze on things, shapes sensations caused by people and places, reveals herself and others. Literary activity is the main reason for her reflections in her diary and letters.

 

A wandering and disordered life

 

Back at her father's house, in 1906, at the age of 18, she came unhappy, bad-tempered and rebellious. Wellington was a province for a young woman, already somewhat disordered, after two cases of lesbianism, an obscure incident with a sailor and the death of her beloved grandmother. In 1908, she convinced her father to let her return to London. In July of the same year, she left New Zealand. She carried a lot of material in her head that she would later use in her stories. In London she would live, according to one of her biographers, “a wandering and disordered life”.




Her first year was a disaster. When she was a student at Queen's College, she had an affair with Arnold Trowell, a young cellist. On her return to London, this love had cooled and he was transferred to his twin brother, Garnet Trowell. She continued to correspond with Arnold and formed a close friendship with a tall, awkward young woman, Ida Baker, whom she renamed Leslie Moore or LM, with whom she had, it is said, a passing love affair.

 

Her relationship with Garnett resulted in an unexpected pregnancy and she inexplicably became engaged to George Charles Bowden, a singing teacher. They were married on March 2, 1909 at the Paddington registry office, dressed in black, with Ida Baker as a witness. She left him on their wedding night, sexually disgusted. All this in just three weeks.


Ida Baker recounts that in early 1911, her friend apparently thought she was pregnant and wrote to Garnet several times, but with no response. In April 1911, LM opened a bank account to help her with the baby. After that, LM sailed to Rhodesia to visit her father. Back five months later, Baker found "no babies and a closed bank account." They never discussed the matter.

 

While doubts have been cast on the veracity of this version of events, it may be that some experiences in late spring 1911 contributed to the ambivalent views of relationships and childbirth that are evident in her work at this time and in later stories such as This Flower


Six lonely months in Germany

 

Alarmed by these developments, her mother, Annie Beauchamp, traveled to England and immediately took her to the spa in Bad Wörishofen, Germany, for treatment and childbearing. She left it there, promising to forget about it for the rest of her life! Moreover, that is what she did.

 

In Bavaria, Katherine suffered a miscarriage, although there are doubts about her pregnancy. The six solitary months in Germany were the basis for the stories published in 1910 and 1911 in the literary periodical The New Age, edited by AR Orage. Many of them have a young narrator, and usually, the female characters are alone, vulnerable and naive, questioning their role in society and the double standard that allows men to enjoy sexual pleasures while women suffer the consequences.

 

Upon returning to London, Mansfield became ill with an untreated sexually transmitted disease she contracted from Floryan Sobieniowski, a Polish émigré translator she met in Germany. This contributed to her poor health for the rest of her life.


John Middleton Murry, her second husband and future editor


 In 1911, she met Oxford student John Middleton Murry, editor of Rhythm magazine, writer and socialist. At her invitation, he became her tenant, then her lover.



 The next two years were important for Mansfield's growth as a writer – she published several New Zealand-themed stories – but there were constant financial worries and frequent changes of address. Together they edited Rhythm and Blue Review, but they could not avoid Murry's bankruptcy, which followed his stay in Paris at the end of 1913. It was only after 1917, faced with the profound shock that the First World War brought him, with the death of her dear brother, that her true genius would manifest itself in all its breadth with the tale Prelude.




After divorcing her first husband in 1918, Mansfield married Murry. In the same year, it was discovered that she had tuberculosis. Their relationship was unconventional, often tormented, and while their mutual consideration ran deep, they often misunderstood each other's needs.


Increasingly, Mansfield demanded unconditional love and attention, which Murry was often unable to provide; it was LM who offered unquestioning devotion and practical support. For the rest of Mansfield's short life, Murry and LM were indispensable to her, but for different reasons.


Mansfield and Murry often lived apart for long periods, but corresponded faithfully. In addition to writing hundreds of letters, partly as a substitute for conversation, Mansfield filled notebooks and notebooks with thoughts, feelings, draft stories, observations, and ideas.

 

Intense literary production, despite illness


Her first tuberculous hemorrhage took place in February 1918. So began his race against time: How unbearable it would be to die – to leave 'remains', 'pieces'... nothing really finished. Although her tuberculosis was worse, she refused to enter a sanatorium. Instead, in September 1919, at the beginning of the English winter, she moved with LM to Ospedaletti, an Italian commune in the Liguria region of the province of Imperia. Her disappointment at Murry's passivity and apparent reluctance to support her led her to write The Man without a Temperament in January 1920.



Mansfield moved again in May 1921 to Switzerland. Murry gave up the editorship of the Athenaeum to take it. At Chalet des Sapins, Montana-sur-Sierre, she wrote some of New Zealand's most famous stories: On the Bay, The Garden Party and The Dollhouse. The first two were published in The Garden Party and Other Stories in February 1922.

 

 At that time, in desperation, Mansfield underwent painful radiation therapy in Paris. While there, she met James Joyce and wrote The fly. Tired, she traveled back to Switzerland, where she completed her latest story, The Canary, set in New Zealand.


Despite the advanced state of his tuberculosis, Mansfield planned another series of 12 connected stories that would form the main section of a new book, thus becoming the third part of the story that began with Prelude and continued into At the Bay.

 

Healing the Soul, Not the Body

 

Influenced by mystical thinkers like PD Ouspensky, she was convinced that in order to regain health and fulfill her ambitions, she should try to heal the soul, not the body. She was determined to write stories free of cynicism, to lead a new kind of life, to become A child of the sun. In October, she entered GI Gurdjieff's Institute for the Harmonious Development of Man at Avon-Fontainebleau, near Paris. Her last letters to her family, LM and Murry, show that in that community she finally found something of the resolution she was looking for.


Murry visited her on January 9, 1923. That same night she died of a pulmonary hemorrhage, aged 34, at the Gurdjieff Institute near Fontainebleau, France. Her last words were, “I love the rain. I want the feel of it on my face.”




Posthumous publications

 

Katherine left her manuscripts, notebooks and letters to her husband for his disposal, with a request that he "let it all be fair". In what was seen by some as a betrayal of that trust, Murry used his papers selectively to compile the journal of Katherine Mansfield in 1927.

  

In 1939, he selected more material from the same sources to produce The Scrapbook of Katherine Mansfield, and in 1954, he published an expansion, called the 'definitive edition'. He also published two volumes of Katherine Mansfield's Letters in 1928, and Katherine Mansfield's Letters to John Middleton Murry, 1913-1922 in 1951.

 

Ironically – for Mansfield had described himself as “a secret creature to my very bones” – his most private comments and musings, the diary, letters, and scrapbook were edited by her husband, who ignored her desire for him to “tear and burn as much as possible” the papers she left behind. However, the husband, managing his wife's work, has been censoring excerpts from her diary and entire letters from her correspondence, trying to erase any “negative” images from Katherine's life.




There was a double irony, for Murry's careful editing gave the impression that she was impeccable; by February 1923, she was already being described as "the holiest of women". Murry managed to create a cult of personality, and this no doubt contributed to the growth of Mansfield's international reputation after her death. He understood that the writings she left were very spontaneous, the most vivid, the most delicate and the most beautiful, that the English could read at the beginning of the 20th century.

 

Katherine Mansfield was a victim of tuberculosis, as were the Ukrainian Marie Bashkirtseff and the Japanese Higuchi Ichiyô . All of them, in addition to the Brazilian Carolina Maria de Jesus, left their diaries.



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2022-03-12

MARIE BASHKIRTSEFF – HER JOURNAL AND THE ENDLESS SEARCH FOR FAME

 




The relentless pursuit of fame



In the previous post, we talked about Marie Bashkirtseff's relentless pursuit of fame and posterity. We made a brief introduction about her Journal and the last moments of her life. I do not capitulate, she once wrote, in the face of the evil that would take her to the grave. 



At the moment when a new female model emerged - the one that women today support, to inaugurate the rebellion against a world dominated by men who instituted marriage as their only destiny, the reading girls were amazed by the struggles of this fragile young woman who she fought her crusades lamenting the female condition of her century. Narcissistic, yes, but overloaded with self-love, she accepted all the challenges and worked tirelessly to be great among the great and thus knew how to inflate the hearts of her readers with self-esteem.


The first edition of the Journal, a summarized and censored view of the manuscripts

 

After the writer's death, her mother fulfilled her will. From an editorial point of view, there was a material impossibility of printing the Journal in its entirety. For the task, her mother had the support of the prestigious poet, novelist and playwright André Theuriet. The result of this partnership was an edition that, in addition to being a summary, ended up being a mutilation.


 



Published in France in 1887 by the publisher Fesquelle for the Bibliothèque Charpentier collection. The two volumes, however, represented only about 20% of the manuscripts left by the writer. Considering that, she wrote daily, there were repeated gaps that involved weeks and months. Characters that are fundamental to the understanding of both the author's personality and her behaviors have completely disappeared.


Even so, it was an unusual bestseller. Not all the layers of that cosmetic could hide what was essential in the text that held its readers.

 

Other publications around the world


The Journal soon began to be reproduced in different languages of the world and the echo of his voice was heard in metropolises as far away as Tokyo or Buenos Aires; also in the United States and the rest of Europe, for more than half a century, young women read those pages with ardor to venerate her life and deplore her tragedy.

 

In the twilight of a dark century in which girls only learned to speak from their hearts, Marie spoke from her body. Pierre-Jean Remy, French writer, prologue to the full version of the Journal published by Marie Bashkirtseff's Cercle des Amis (Circle of Friends).




In 1925, five years after Madame Bashkirtseff's death and thirteen years since she deposited the original manuscripts in the Bibliothèque Nationale de France (1912), a clause prevented their publication until 1930. However, Pierre Borel, a minor writer, began to publish a series of volumes with unpublished texts from the Journal:

 

Marie Bashkirtseff's Cahiers Intimes Inédits (Marie Bashkirtseff's unpublished intimate notebooks);

 

Les Confessions de Marie Bashkirtseff (The Confessions of Marie Bashkirtseff);

 

Le Premier et le Dernier Voyage de Marie Bashkirtseff (Marie Bashkirtseff's First and Last Voyages);

 

La Véritable Marie Bashkirtseff (The real Marie Bashkirtseff), and probably a few more.

 

A new Marie Bashkirtseff appeared: the cerebral and ethereal version of Theuriet was contrasted with this other, passionate, impetuous, sometimes reckless and often brutal, to the resounding bewilderment of her readers.

 

Pierre Borel has long been a hero to students of the life of Marie Bashkirtseff. However, although a profusion of censored texts from that first edition appear in these books, the real Marie Bashkirtseff remained unknown.



We are now convinced that Borel never worked with the original manuscript, but probably with that copy that Madame Bashkirtseff and her niece Dina had executed in the late 1880s, in short, also a censored text.

 



Following decades

 

In the 1960s, she fell into oblivion, precisely because for those women who freed themselves from concealment and prejudice, her innocent image submerged her in the shadows. Her status as an aristocrat, when it had already fallen into obsolescence, did not favor her either. With few exceptions, readers and editors have turned their backs on her.



Even so, Doris Langley Moore found the original manuscript of Marie Bashkirtseff's Journal in the Bibliothèque Nationale de France and from there extracted material for her book Marie and the Duke of H.: The Dreamy Love Story of Marie Bashkirtseff.






In 1985, the female Professor Colette Cosnier, a great biographer of great forgotten women, published a magnificent illustrated biography: Marie Bashkirtseff. Un portrait sans retouches (A portrait without retouching), after reading the entire monumental original manuscript of the Journal, deposited in the National Library of France.





Since 1995, Marie Bashkirtseff's Cercle des Amis had been publishing another complete version of Marie Bashkirtseff's Journal. With transcription of the original manuscript by Cercle's Alma Mater, Madame Ginette Apostolescu, the edition was completed in 2005, with sixteen volumes of about three hundred and fifty pages each.

 



In 1999, a supposedly complete version of the Journal appeared under the publisher L'Age de l'Homme. Lucile Le Roy was responsible for the transcription and extensive investigative work, which resulted in an excellent, abundantly annotated edition. Unfortunately, of the five projected volumes, only the one that should have been the third appeared and which covered only three of the twelve years of annotations.






In the 1970s, American female professor Phyllis Howard Kernberger began translating the Journal into English, using microfilms of the original manuscript that she had requested from the BNF. Her daughter, Professor Katherine Kernberger, inherited her passion and continued the work by publishing, in 1997, the first volume of the Journal, in English. In 2013, the second and final part based on the Cercle des Amis edition.


 



Who, after all, was Marie Bashkirtseff?

 

Gifted with many innate talents, how many other pursuits would she be interested in if the ghost of a short life or death itself had not crossed her path? When we read about her life and work, what moves us is the tragic character of her existence, in the classic sense of the term: the death of the hero.


People, back then, used to have time, that is the first thing that comes to mind. Yes, she had time, rich, as she was lucky enough to be born. Yet she might as well have devoted herself to the same thing as the vast majority of her classy girls, to be idle, simply waiting for a husband.

 

She could also have excelled in other activities, her singing career, interrupted by chronic pharyngitis. Moreover, in music, especially the piano, to which she devoted many hours a day for many years until she reached mastery. She mastered the harp, the guitar and the mandolin and in her last days considered herself capable of composing.

 

On top of all that, he squandered his creativity on haute couture. She designed her own dresses and was a fashion reference in Nice and Paris, imposing her style so that the big fashion houses ended up copying it. When the selfie did not yet exist, she had the lucidity to be photographed hundreds of times throughout her existence to illustrate her Journal. A girl today!

 



Did the edition of the Journal influence her notoriety as a painter? Maybe a little. However, a few years before her death, the public and critics had already recognized her talent. The French state acquired his Encounter canvas for the Luxembourg museum two years before the Journal appeared.

 

Was her feverish work, her meteoric career in painting, due solely to the perception of an approaching death? Well, she herself confessed that since she was a little girl, she felt called to become an exceptional being, something that in her early years she identified with royalty or the lights of the stage.


 




The consciousness of a short life made her discard a path in literature or journalism, activities for which she knew she was naturally gifted. How far would this woman of our time have come if she had been born in our time?

 



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Writing about Marie Bashkirtseef requires a lot of research and condensation for the limited space of this blog. This text was based on the blog of the Argentine writer and journalist José Horacio Mito .

 

He discovered Marie Bashkirtseff as a youth in Buenos Aires in the 1970s, reading the Journal, a yellowed edition he found in one of the many legendary second-hand bookstores on Avenida Corrientes.








2022-03-08

MARIE BASHKIRTSEFF, THE WOMAN WHO INTENSELY SEARCHED FOR FAME AND POSTERITY

 




I am my own heroine

 

In May 1884, an unknown young woman named Marie Bashkirtseff staked her desire for fame on the publication of her personal journal. She knew that she would have little time because of advanced tuberculosis. Her right lung had already been damaged, while his left was slowly deteriorating.


She wrote what would become the definitive version of her Journal's preface to the point: she wanted immortality, by any means possible. If she had enough time left before her death, she would want to gain posthumous renown through her painting. In case of premature death, her journal should be published.


She failed, despite her efforts, because she was not part of literary or artistic circles at the time; she did not even come out of an illustrious line of poets or painters. Russian gentry, her maternal family had left what is now called Ukraine in 1858, touring Europe with the family doctor and a retinue of servants. At fourteen, she started writing her Journal.


Desire for glory and fame


She elaborated in detail the means by which she aimed for glory and fame. First, she tried to achieve celebrity through her voice, consulting with singing masters in Nice, Paris and Rome, imagining herself feted on the stages of Europe. Chronic laryngitis, probably the first symptom of the tuberculosis that would end her life, nullified this aspiration.


In her Journal, she wrote long, glowing descriptions of her face and her nudity, passing this undue attention to herself as a grandiose gesture toward posterity. She slyly remarked that she would be spared the trouble of talking about her physical appearance.


In front of the mirror, she described herself in the act of admiring her "incomparable arms", the whiteness and delicacy of her hands, or the shape of her breasts, effectively transforming the pages of the Journal into places for the exhibition of her physical appearance that she could not show in public.


Letters sent to famous writers


Anonymously, she first wrote to Alexandre Dumas Son (illegitimate son of the writer Alexandre Dumas), author of The Lady of Camellias. In 1883, she sent letters to Émile Zola, a 19th-century French writer and one of the leading writers of French naturalism, author of Germinal, The Experimental Novel, and The Human Beast.


Likewise, she contacted Edmond Goncourt, French writer, author of an intimate journal, novels and plays. In 1884, he published Chérie, a novel he had first announced in his preface to La Faustin in 1882. Describing it as "a psychological and physiological study" of a girl's first steps toward womanhood, he solicited what she called "female collaboration," directing her readers to jot down their teenage memories and send them anonymously to his editor.


With her characteristic bluntness, Marie informed him that Chérie was full of inadequacies. She said that she herself had been writing her own impressions from an early age and now proposed to send them to him. Whether Goncourt received the letter no one knows; if he did, he did not respond.

 

In 1884, months before her death, she and Guy de Maupassant, a French writer and poet, exchanged nineteen letters that years later were revealed through the press. Many people has been speculated about whether the painter and the writer met and, around this hypothesis, the most romantic hypotheses were woven.


Undaunted by her lack of success in inscribing herself into the lives of literary greats, she promptly wrote their names in her preface. The Journal's value as reading material lay, she asserted, in its status as a human document: the public had only to consult Messrs. Zola, Goncourt and Maupassant. It was an exaggeration, as she well knew.


The Journal, her last attempt to go down in history



Facsimile of Marie Bashkirtseff's handwriting on a page from 
her Journal and photograph of the author as a teenager.


Now I do not just write at night anymore, but also in the morning, in the afternoon, in all my free moments. I write as I live. Marie Bashkirtseff, Journal, Wednesday, April 5, 1876.


I see a very strong relationship with the Japanese writer Higuchi Ichiyô and the Brazilian Carolina Maria de Jesus, whose journals were published. The Japanese writer was also a victim of tuberculosis and died young, at the age of 24.


Marie wrote her Journal without sketches, without a first draft of the work, even the drawings are almost absent there, although it is quite natural to fill in the lines with illustrations when you know how to draw. There are also no corrections, so frequent in writers, after meditating on the sentence.


She takes care of the purity of her Journal like an oral job, but treated as a serious job. The characteristic feature of the text signed by her is that it is charged with spiritual energy, unlike so many others who die as soon as they see the light.


When Marie Bashkirtseff's Journal appeared in France in 1887, published by the publisher Fesquelle for its prestigious collection Bibliothèque Charpentier, this first two-volume edition was an editorial success.


In its pages, it fully exposes itself: I, as an object of interest, may be very insignificant for you, but imagine that it is not me, imagine that this is a human being who tells all his impressions since childhood. It will then be an extraordinary human document.


Her feelings, her reflections, her contradictions, her remorse, her humility, her joys, her extreme narcissism, everything, everything, since her adolescence she entrusted the reader with more than nineteen thousand manuscript pages that in the complete French edition published between 1995 and 2005 covered sixteen volumes.


The Journal earned the aspiring painter the fame she so craved, but she did not get it in life. It was one of the first attempts by a woman to secure celebrity through personal brand curation – and the shape she shaped female ambition in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.


In the next post, we will deal exclusively with her Journal. The publications and the repercussions generated after her death.


Literature, your innate gift


As for writing, she said more than once that it was her innate gift, an activity she did not have to struggle to study for, as it had to do with music or painting or as it should. She confesses that if she had had time, a less limited life, she would have dedicated herself to journalism or Literature.


A trunk in her quarters held dozens, perhaps hundreds, of draft articles, plays, and novels that she never had time to tackle or finish. The chronicles she left in his Journal about the stories of his trip through Spain or the art reviews she wrote for La citoyenne the death of Léon Gambetta, a French republican political leader who helped direct the defense of France during the Franco-German War of 1870 – 1871, testify to its literary power.


The search for recognition through naturalistic painting

 


In the Studio (1881). Bashkirtseff if portrayed as the central figure seated in the foreground.


At nineteen, her ambitions became more focused. In 1877, she joined the Académie Julian in Paris, the atelier for European girls with serious artistic ambitions whose gender prevented them from entering the École des beaux-arts. She worked doggedly, spending long hours in the studio during the day and at night, calculating in her Journal how many months it would take to catch up with and surpass the studio's most talented students.


Marie stood out for the social meaning she wanted to give to her work, this reflection, we can think, of her commitment to the new political conceptions she had embraced and which very likely made it possible for her to understand the painful reality of those defenseless beings she chose as models.


As a painter, she enrolled in Naturalism, the literary and artistic current that defended an authentic vision of the reality of the time. She painted the humble beings of the Paris suburbs. She met the young Jules Bastien-Lepage, leader of this current, to whom she was united by a friendship that was accentuated with the illness and the proximity of the death of both.


In 1878, when she was still in her early months at the Académie Julian, at the Paris Salon, he presented his much-discussed painting Les foins (Hayfields), the first in a series of works that would make her a star and guide for many young painters of the time.


These times were the turning point between traditional painting that still captured historical or mythological themes or beautiful girls and naked angels and the new currents, among which Impressionism was already thrashing in full force.


Bastien-Lepage's work is a peasant couple taking a midday break, and there the realism of the image leaves little room for beauty as understood by academic painters.


Les foins (Hayfields), work by Bastien-Lepage – oil on canvas.


Marie, impressed by the rawness of naturalism in the work of Zola or Maupassant, Daudet and Flaubert, must have been drawn to Bastien-Lepage's naturalistic painting.


Five years later, at the Salon of 1883, she presented three works. She had all her expectations fixed on the oil painting Jean et Jacques, two kids on their way to school. The jury, however, gave her an honorable mention for a pastel, the portrait of her cousin Dina, which plunged the artist into deep irritation.



Jean et Jacques - oil on canvas.


The unsuspecting viewer is likely to find little interest in the portrayal of these two students who have little or nothing to do with grace. However, it is precisely this feature that the author wanted to highlight. She paints neither pretty angels nor blond cherubs on the Champs-Elysées, but two poor, stained boys from the squalid suburbs of Paris.


With Jean and Jacques she makes her debut as a naturalist painter when, in the conservative eyes of the jury, a placid, minor-genre pastel portrait more appropriately fitted the archetype of a respectable young artist. Marie hung the honorable mention from her dog's tail and it looks like the jury never forgave her.


From 1883 onwards, among the few works by Marie Bashkirtseff that have not disappeared, we have two other testimonies of her commitment to Naturalism: The Umbrella, one of the many girls who sheltered the asylum next to her house, on Rue Ampère de Paris and housed the children Jean and Jacques.



For her last
Paris Salon, she prepared her most recognized painting, The meeting, a group of six needy children from the asylum at 18 Rue Ampère, which she, with both lungs removed and going through the last months of her life, she painted life-size and outdoors.


The painting won her the acceptance of the public and the critics, with which she hoped to get the long-awaited medal. However, the Salon jury, perhaps still offended by the rudeness of the previous year, and demanding on the subject, turned their backs on her.

 

Devastated, she could no longer paint because of illness and because the attempt to deliver her Journal to a talented executor such as Maupassant or Goncourt had failed, she mustered her last energies to console her admired Jules Bastien–Lepage, a naturalist painter, who was also dying. An unexpected altruism took the place of the egomania that dominated her life.


Aníbal Ponce, Argentine thinker and essayist, noted: from that moment on, the last pages of the Journal are lit up with the glow of twilight. Until then, Maria Bashkirtseff knew only ambition: since that visit, she has known kindness.



The meeting - oil on canvas


Feminism and the lament for the feminine condition of her century


Perhaps it is now difficult for us to understand how much contempt there was in that (disqualification at the Paris Salon), the election of Marie Bashkirtseff, in a universe in which even women themselves accepted their role as secondary protagonists — mere spectators most of the time. The right to vote was just the tip of an iceberg of limitations, prohibitions and submissions that the stronger sex imposed so naturally.


Women had no civil rights, a decent young woman could not propose marriage, every young man could and should lead a life of levity, but a respectable girl had to be a virgin, a young artist could not address transgressive themes... Marie Bashkirtseff regretted this with a game of consonances, l'honneur et le bonheur (honor and happiness) as he shed disconsolate tears over the death of his admired Leon Gambetta, republican leader: what I cry now... could only describe it correctly if it had the honor of being French and the happiness of being a man.


She lived with Parisian high society by joining a socialist feminist association. There she promoted and funded the creation of a newspaper in which she excelled in another of her great vocations, journalism.


If, in the classical sense, tragedy is the death of the hero, in that memory revered by its readers, Marie Bashkirtseff's unhappy epic was its main substance. "I don't chapter," she once wrote standing up, pen and brush in hand, like a mythical Amazon facing the evil that would take her to her grave.


At the moment when a new feminine paradigm emerged - exactly the one that today's women defend - to inaugurate the rebellion against a world dominated by men who instituted marriage as their only and immemorial destiny, the girls shuddered with the battles of this fragile girl who she fought her crusades deploring the feminine condition of her century.



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Writing about Marie Bashkirtseef requires a lot of research and condensation for the limited space of this blog. This text was based on the blog Diario de Marie Bashkirtseff del José Horacio Mito.


He discovered Marie Bashkirtseff as a youth in Buenos Aires in the 1970s, reading the Journal, a yellowed edition he found in one of the many legendary second-hand bookstores on Avenida Corrientes.



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