Clarissa's Ciphers: Meaning and Disruption in Richardson's Clarissa
By Kenny Cupers
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As Samuel Richardson's 'exemplar to her sex,’ Clarissa in the eponymous novel published in 1748 is the paradigmatic female victim. In Clarissa’s Ciphers, Terry Castle delineates the ways in which, in a world where only voice carries authority, Clarissa is repeatedly silenced, both metaphorically and literally. A victim of rape, she is first a victim of hermeneutic abuse. Drawing on feminist criticism and hermeneutic theory, Castle examines the question of authority in the novel. By tracing the patterns of abuse and exploitation that occur when meanings are arbitrarily and violently imposed, she explores the sexual politics of reading.
Kenny Cupers
Terry Castle, the real life daughter of cult filmmaker William Castle, grew up in Los Angeles with a dad who made a living scaring the wits out of moviegoers everywhere. Although he was internationally famous, to her he was always just dad, though a larger than life one at that. While she was growing up in the 1960s her father taught her interesting life skills such as the best recipe for fake blood, the proper way to hold an ax, and how to act out the most terrifying of ghost stories. After working as a writer and producer for years for CNN, Travel Channel, and Nickelodeon/MTV-Networks, she worked with Dark Castle Entertainment (Joel Silver and Robert Zemeckis' production company named after her father). At Dark Castle she co-produced and consulted on the remakes of two William Castle films to make the plots even more frightening: House on Haunted Hill (1999) and Thir13en Ghosts (2001). Horror is in her blood, as she carries on her father's wicked tradition of scaring innocent souls everywhere.
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Clarissa's Ciphers - Kenny Cupers
Introduction
One might imagine the present book as gloss for a single line of Clarissa. I am but a cypher, to give him significance, and myself pain.
The words are Clarissa’s, written at Sinclair’s, in the midst of her evil time. And he
of course is Lovelace—jailer, bogey, courtier—fixer of that intimate, brutal anguish she is made to suffer. Clarissa leaves her remark unexplained, almost a throwaway line. It is subsumed in a plangent cry of grief to Anna Howe, the only friend, it seems, who will not grudge
her her sadness. Yet Clarissa’s startling image—the body as cipher—stays with the reader. Once again, as so often in reading Clarissa, we may feel the heroine has said more than she knows.
And indeed, what has she said? Clarissa’s words register distress. They mark the fact of pain. They also figure, however, the dialectic of pain. In the midst of crisis, Clarissa finds a trope—a syllepsis—for catastrophe. Uncovering the crucial metaphor of reading, she stumbles, half-consciously, on a precise symbol for her bondage. She has become a cipher to Lovelace, a sort of text—and he, her exegete. Clarissa Harlowe
is but a sign—the letter—from which, obscurely, he takes away significance. She herself receives nothing from this act of penetration—nothing, that is, except grief. She remains the subject of his interpretation, without pleasure or power as such: a hermeneutic casualty.
This book is an attempt to elaborate Clarissa’s fateful metaphor, to measure the range of its power, both within and without Clarissa. The heroine’s trope has a twofold interest, it seems to me: for how we approach the inner drama of the novel—and Clarissa’s peculiar, wrenching agon—and for our own relationship to Richardson’s massive, yet often baffling text. Clarissa remains a cypher
to those who surround her in the fictional world, a subject for countless interpreters. With only a few exceptions, the interpretations others place on her are variously self-serving, banal, unjust. They have tragic consequences. But the fiction bearing her name, Richardson’s beguiling, fragmented History of a Young Lady,
is another sort of cipher. It opens itself equally to interpretation, that of real readers. I have been concerned here, above all, to enlarge on this fundamental correspondence—to say what it might mean to decipher, both inside the fiction and outside. My subject is the matter of exegesis: how it operates within Clarissa, both as a mode of human contact and as a mode of violence, the ways in which it may be said to condition the heroine’s fate, and ultimately, how this internal revelation affects reading outside the text, our confrontation with the fiction itself.
Clarissa’s remarkable form—the intricate, clumsy, strangely beautiful Epistolary Manner of Writing
—allows for such movement between inner and outer dimensions of the text. It invites a jump between levels. Indeed, the unique power of Richardson’s justly celebrated epistolary mode is that it creates the illusion of a palimpsest of reading. There are at once decipherers within the fiction—the myriad correspondents who, through the medium of the letter, swerve together, argue, flirt, cajole, and torment each other—and decipherers without, real readers: anyone willing to plunge into the vast Series of Letters
and pull out of it Clarissa’s Story.
By its form Clarissa simultaneously alludes to hundreds of fictional acts of interpretation and demands still another—our own.
Traditionally, criticism of Samuel Richardson’s masterpiece has turned upon either inner or outer dimension—on specific aspects of content
or form,
plot
or style.
Since Richardson’s own day, a plethora of readers and critics have tried to say exactly what goes on inside
Clarissa. Not least among these was the author himself, who, even before he had finished composing, had begun to explain to anyone who would listen what he intended to convey in the fiction. Clarissa was to be his revelation of the highest and most important Doctrines not only of Morality, but of Christianity,
and its heroine an Exemplar to her Sex.
¹ But similarly, from Diderot to Dorothy Van Ghent, a host of interpreters have explicated the cypher
posed by the novel—by delineating, first of all, what the heroine’s puzzling Story
in fact is, and beyond this, what it all means.
Paralleling the discussion of Clarissa’s meaning, but seldom intersecting with it, has been an extended discussion of form, and of the uses of the epistolary mode as narrative technique. Treatments of form in the novel have usually been historical in nature—focusing, variously, on Richardson’s reasons for choosing the epistolary Manner,
its literary provenance and prototypes, the relation between the strategies and ideology of fictional correspondence and those of actual correspondence in the eighteenth century, or (as in Ian Watt’s classic discussion in The Rise of the Novel) on those more intangible cultural and intellectual changes that made the letter form seem to contemporary readers an eminently plausible and indeed preferred mode of narrative art.
What has been missing until very lately has been an investigation of the basic link between inside
and outside
in Clarissa, between story and shape: the matter of interpretation itself. Even in several excellent studies that, emerging in the mid-1970s, heralded a reinvigoration of Richardson scholarship (Mark Kinkead-Weekes’s Samuel Richardson: Dramatic Novelist and Margaret Doody’s A Natural Passion: A Study of the Novels of Samuel Richardson, for example), the issue of hermeneutics is not really raised. Kinkead-Weekes sees the complicated epistolary transactions going on throughout Clarissa as a formal analogue to the dramatic
psychological interplay between characters, but does not explore specifically the significance of those fictionalized gestures of interpretation which at once motivate and are recorded in the epistolary sequence. What these might have to do with Clarissa’s shocking Story
—or indeed with the role of the real reader—is left unexamined. Margaret Doody’s work, again, has been primarily historical in approach, more concerned with the contemporary iconographic dimensions of certain scenic moments in the text than with hermeneutic issues.²
The most recent commentary on Clarissa may represent, however, a shift in critical focus. A short yet prescient essay by John Preston in The Created Self: The Reader’s Role in Eighteenth-Century Fiction suggests a different direction for scholarship on the novel by proposing a new thematics for consideration: the function of the written artifact in the fiction, the ontological status of the letter itself. In a similar vein, William B. Warner takes up and develops the subject of reading in Reading Clarissa: The Struggles of Interpretation.³ Richardson criticism has begun to reflect, finally, the work of European scholars on the epistolary novel generally—in particular the theoretical investigations of Tzvetan Todorov and François Jost.⁴ I place my own examination of hermeneutic questions raised by Clarissa in the context of this larger discussion.
In what follows I begin inside, with what one could call the thematicization of interpretation, that drama of exegesis to which the great chain of correspondence alludes. In a technical sense, of course, everyone in Clarissa is an exegete; everyone is caught up in a world of cyphers.
Clarissa, Lovelace, Anna, Belford and the rest—these characters are present to us first as readers of texts: they exist in that they participate in a vast system of epistolary exchange. Their own letters preserve interpretations of previous texts: those of their correspondents. Thus the letter, the basic textual unit in Clarissa, is a writing which is also, paradoxically, a reading. It registers its author’s acts of textual exegesis.
But Richardson’s correspondents are readers in another, larger sense. They are decipherers of the great Book of Nature
itself. As many commentators have pointed out, that writing to the moment
in which characters in the fiction obsessively engage is weighted with phenomenological importance: it represents an ongoing effort to inscribe a vision—an interpretation—of the world. The prolific scribbling
of Clarissa, Lovelace, and the others reflects a will to define experience, to transform the elusive moment into discourse. Letter writing is always existentially motivated in Clarissa. To borrow Patricia Meyer Spacks’ phrase, it is a way of imagining a self
: of capturing the truth of the personal, suspending oneself and one’s sense of things—in language.⁵
What Clarissa reveals, however, is that this great project shared by each fictional correspondent—the inscription of subjective experience—is a shockingly compromised (and compromising) activity. It is fraught with dangers, and thrusts one into complex, potentially destructive human transactions. This revelation has several layers. The basic form of reading going on within the fictional world, actual textual interpretation, is, first of all, a curiously suspect and arbitrary operation. Letters fail to disclose transparent meanings in Clarissa: again and again we watch readers construe them variously—misreading according to desires and prejudices, extracting private meanings, none of which may have anything to do with the letter writer’s intentions. Estranged from its authorial source, the letter becomes a profoundly indeterminate structure: it conveys no essential significance, but allows itself to be perused creatively—its Hints
drawn out, its meaning(s) supplied—by its reader. Letters elicit multiple interpretations; each new reader may decipher differently.
This indeterminacy is always paradigmatic, however, for the text of human experience itself is likewise lacking in transparency. The significance of human actions in Clarissa does not inhere, seemingly, in the actions themselves, but is promoted, retroactively, by interpreters, those who witness and comment on action. Characters in Clarissa insistently make constructions
—of letters, of each other, and finally of Nature itself.⁶ These constructions
tend to subsume the realm of events, to become events in themselves. The great Book
of human nature comes into being, paradoxically, as it is deciphered; in explicating, Richardson’s characters define the cyphers
that surround them. They read into the world, shape its significance actively, according to their lights. To use Lovelace’s favorite dichotomy, the Art
of the exegete replaces the Nature
of experience.
The tragedy is that this opacity in the realm of events, the inaccessibility of any single human truth, breeds a kind of hermeneutic anarchy. The license with which Clarissa’s readers read meaning into things (and into each other) has violent consequences. A ground for human conflict opens up. The fiction is just this, after all: a cacophony of voices, a multiplicity of exegetes struggling to articulate different constructions
of the world. Clarissa and Lovelace obviously are the most important of these antagonists: through the crucial medium of the letter, each strives to voice an interpretation of events, each other, and of the grotesque, convulsive sexual dynamic in which they are caught. As Clarissa sometimes suspects, their constructions
are painfully at odds, different in essentials.
For Clarissa reads naively, deciphering both letter and experience by dint of a compulsive benevolism. She reads into Lovelace, for instance, a sincerity that is not there, a susceptibility to imminent reformation. Blindly she falls victim to Lovelace’s forgeries and stratagems, his parodies of authenticity. He, on the other hand, holds the nature of things to be deceptive, sullied, everywhere open to corruption—including, cynically enough, the Angel
Clarissa herself. With its abrupt shifts and jerks, the epistolary text mimics the underlying semantic struggle between them: the real reader receives the constructions
first of one, then the other. Epistemologically speaking, our perspective on the fictional world is dialectical.
The conflict of constructions
thematized within Clarissa—revealed most starkly by the textual juxtaposition of Clarissa’s whitened
and Lovelace’s blackened
glosses on each other—does not remain simply epistemological: it quickly becomes a political struggle. And as I try to show here in some detail, it is a conflict in which Clarissa, the child-woman, is inevitably the loser. She is broken
by it. Throughout this book I will maintain not only that Clarissa’s experience is fundamentally tragic, but that her tragic status is inseparable from her representation, within Richardson’s fiction, as an exemplary victim of hermeneutic violence. Across the text, hers is that voice which repeatedly fails to make itself heard.
Clarissa’s victimization is figured several ways. At the most primitive level, she is excluded from speech by those around her. She must struggle to speak, to tell her own Story.
This Story
—the one Anna requests in the first letter of Clarissa—is doomed to suppression, interruption, incompletion. At Harlowe-Place and again at Mrs. Sinclair’s brothel, Clarissa is shut up
in two senses: she is imprisoned by those who wield power over her, and she is also subject to various acts of silencing: interruption when she tries to speak out, prohibition of her correspondence, interception and violation of those letters she does manage to write clandestinely (as when Lovelace tampers with the letters to and from Anna), and finally that literal silencing—crudely, by an opiate—which results in the violation of her body itself. In contrast, the rights of her oppressors to language go unquestioned. Lovelace’s powers of expression, for instance, are not subject to limit. Unlike his victim, he has control over what one might call the basic modes of production
in the epistolary world—free access to pens, paper, and so on. Moreover, he has the wherewithal, the prestige, to send letters openly, to disrupt the correspondence of others, to exploit the system of exchange. What Roland Barthes has written of the very different relations to language exhibited by libertine and victim in the Marquis de Sade’s novels might apply equally to Lovelace and Clarissa. Aside from murder there is but one trait the libertines themselves possess and never share, in any form whatever: speech. The master is he who speaks, who disposes of the entirety of language; the object is [one] who is silent, who remains separate, by a mutilation more absolute than any erotic torture, from any access to discourse.
⁷ Again, witnessing Clarissa’s predicament, we may be reminded of one of Simone Weil’s characteristic observations—the basic loss of the afflicted is the loss of the voice.
⁸
Clarissa’s struggle for language marks off at a basic level, however, the nature of her larger struggle: to make meaning itself out of her experience, to articulate a reading of events. In the midst of duress, she preserves a will to interpret. She wants to understand the horrific and bizarre dislocations she is being made to endure. Her will to make sense,
however, leads her further into trouble: she is everywhere poignantly susceptible to those various deceitful texts—both literal and figurative—written
and presented to her by Lovelace, the author of her sufferings.
Lovelace plays neatly on the heroine’s frustrated (and preeminently naive) desire to construct
meaning by thrusting her repeatedly into uncanny situations that invite her interpretation. She invariably does so incorrectly, however, for he sets up her readings in advance, anticipates her responses, controls the way she sees things. The libertine takes charge of what Barthes, again speaking of Sade’s novels, calls the direction of meaning.
In the protracted critical scenes at Mrs. Sinclair’s, therefore, when Clarissa works to make sense of the upsetting, surreal events in which she is caught, the results are disastrous: Lovelace has already manipulated those signs she attempts to decipher, and has shaped her conclusions ahead of time—to his own advantage.
At the same time that Clarissa’s own acts of interpretation are constrained by others, she is also, as I suggested at the outset, a text for everyone else’s maniacal, irrepressible exegesis—their cypher.
According to their enigmatic desires, the Harlowes inscribe her with a range of oppressive meanings: ungrateful
daughter, perverse
sister, fallen
woman. For Lovelace of course she is the reification of his banal fantasy Woman
—weak, hypersexual, secretly enamored of the machinations of the Rakish Confraternity.
None of these readings of the heroine has any necessary connection to the body in question; Lovelace’s infantile fiction of Woman,
for instance, has nothing to do with Clarissa, the woman. Each is strictly a function of private vision. Yet she is powerless to contravert these constructions
of her nature—a hermeneutic victim.
In Reading Clarissa William B. Warner has written eloquently of the struggles of interpretation
taking place between Clarissa and Lovelace. One must disagree with his central claim, however, that the heroine’s interpretative gestures represent a powerful rhetorical system evolved to meet the exigencies of the struggle her life has become.
⁹ The excruciating situation Clarissa dramatizes is that a rhetorical system is not powerful
unless grounded in political power. Clarissa’s Story
everywhere lacks underlying authority. It is without social and material force. Hence it remains a fragmentary, futile utterance subject to the radical incursions of a more potent collective rhetoric—the patriarchal discourse of the Harlowes and Lovelace.
Clarissa’s vulnerability to Lovelace’s rhetorical affronts and semantic deceptions must be linked ultimately to the sexual exploitation she suffers at his hands. As she revolts, albeit vainly, against what is being done to her, the inner drama of reading moves inexorably to its tragic close. Her rape is the most chilling consequence of that hermeneutic conflict shaping Clarissa. It elaborates, on the plane of the physical, the semantic violation she has already suffered. For by the act of sexual violence Lovelace enforces his construction
of the heroine directly upon her. He penetrates the cypher
in the most bitter manner possible. Rape is the crowning proof of his thesis, the despicable yet perversely logical extension of his reading of her. As such, this black transaction
at the heart of the text confirms the political shape of the struggle between them. In Clarissa’s bleak inner landscape, those constructions prevail