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The Awakening and Selected Stories


  Kate Chopin

  THE AWAKENING

  and Selected Stories

  Kate Chopin (1851–1904) was born in Saint Louis, Missouri, and spent part of her married life in New Orleans. She brought out her first novel, At Fault, at her own expense in 1890. It was followed by two well-reviewed collections of her short stories: Bayou Folk in 1894 and A Night in Acadie in 1897. Her novel The Awakening appeared in 1899 to an explosion of disapproving reviews and the cancellation of her next book contract. However, within a decade of her early death at the age of fifty-four, her literary genius began to be widely recognized.

  FIRST VINTAGE CLASSICS EDITION 2023

  Introduction copyright © 2023 by Jane Smiley

  All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Vintage Books, a division of Penguin Random House LLC, New York, and distributed in Canada by Penguin Random House Canada Limited, Toronto. Originally published in hardcover in the United States by Herbert S. Stone and Co., Chicago, in 1899.

  Vintage is a registered trademark and Vintage Classics and colophon are trademarks of Penguin Random House LLC.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Vintage Classics Trade Paperback ISBN 9780593468791

  Ebook ISBN 9780593468807

  Cover design by Anabeth Bostrup

  Cover painting: Seated Woman with Bent Knees, 1917, by Egon Schiele © Bridgeman Images

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  CONTENTS

  Introduction by Jane Smiley

  The Awakening

  Wiser Than a God

  A Point at Issue!

  A Shameful Affair

  MISS McENDERS

  At the ’Cadian Ball

  Désirée’s Baby

  At Chênière Caminada

  The Story of an Hour

  Lilacs

  The Kiss

  Athénaïse

  A Pair of Silk Stockings

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  Introduction

  When I first read The Awakening, in my thirties, I didn’t know a thing about Kate Chopin, but her novel spoke to me because she delves so precisely into the mind of her protagonist, Edna Pontellier. Edna has thoughts and feelings that I considered to be normal for married women of her age—a withdrawal from her “duties,” a retreat into her inner life, and an urge to discover more about the world, both her social world and the natural world. I had a little trouble with a writing style that I considered archaic, but at the same time, I was putting together a novel that made use of a very archaic style (The Greenlanders), and so I appreciated what readers learn about the characters of a novel by uncovering the details of that style.

  It wasn’t until I read The Awakening again, in my fifties, that I got to know about the history of the novel and learned what a scandal its publication had caused. Not only did I still appreciate it, I appreciated it even more because an honest and explorative novelist is likely to cause a scandal at some point—novelists are literary explorers who use stories to uncover the secrets of human nature and display them. You don’t have to be the Marquis de Sade or Émile Zola to cause a scandal—in 1899, when The Awakening was published, you could do it by giving a wife and a mother a growing sense of independence and then honestly portraying the despair that her choices present to her.

  Kate Chopin grew up in Saint Louis, Missouri, and was living in Saint Louis when she wrote The Awakening, at around the same time that the Saint Louis suburb that I grew up in was being established. It doesn’t surprise me that Chopin turned out to be an independent-minded novelist and short story writer. Saint Louis has a way of infusing its children with a sense of curiosity and ambition, maybe because Saint Louisans have always known that you could get out of town—by steamboat, by airplane, or by Route 66 (Chuck Berry made sure we would never forget this). She was born Katherine O’Flaherty in 1851 in Saint Louis, and she understood from the beginning that her Irish and French inheritance set her apart from the American culture into which she was born. She was educated intermittently at a local Catholic school and was an avid reader in both English and French. Her father died in a bizarre railroad accident when she was only five—the state was celebrating a new bridge across the Missouri River, and various prominent figures were invited to take part in the first trip. The bridge collapsed.

  Kate’s mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother devoted themselves to educating her, and in doing so, they gave her a strong sense of how independent, thoughtful, and self-supporting women could be. She also made a lifelong friend, Kitty Garesché, with whom she rode ponies, ice-skated, and climbed trees. Like Kate’s female relatives, Kitty was passionate about music, art, and gossiping—the perfect friend for a future novelist.

  The Civil War, in Saint Louis, was a perfect example of the complicated history of Saint Louis, a home for both avid abolitionists and slave-owning Southern sympathizers. According to Emily Toth, one of Chopin’s biographers, in early May, after the declaration of war, there was a skirmish at a local Confederate barracks; twenty-eight people were killed, and the mayor declared martial law. Lots of citizens fled to Illinois, and Kitty Garesché’s family, as Southern sympathizers, were kicked out of town. Not long afterward, Kate’s great-grandmother, from whom she had learned a lot, and her half brother died. Other relatives, in Louisiana, died during the siege at Vicksburg, a battle that spurred more violence in Saint Louis. In the spring of 1865, the Confederate army planned an attack on Saint Louis, causing more flight and further barricading, but the war ended before they managed to instigate it. Kate was fourteen. After the war, she returned to school, to the Sacred Heart Academy (which is still there, now called the Academy of the Sacred Heart, and serves kindergarten through grade eight). At the academy, she met a young nun from Ireland who was not much older than she was and who encouraged Kate to fulfill the talents she saw in her student. Kate kept notes on all sorts of things—books she read, people she read about, events in her life —and she wrote poems, jokes, and observations about women (Toth, Unveiling Kate Chopin, chapter 3).

  When she was eighteen, she “came out” into society (a significant Saint Louis tradition that I was spared), and she continued to write about her new social life as “a nuisance” (Unveiling Kate Chopin, 47). When she was twenty, she joined some friends on a steamboat trip to New Orleans and was charmed by the region. It may have been around that time that Kate met Oscar Chopin, from New Orleans, and fell in love. They married on June 9, 1870. She was twenty-one. They celebrated with a honeymoon in Europe and were in Paris when Emperor Napoleon III was captured by the Prussians during the Franco-Prussian War and the Second French Empire was replaced by the French Third Republic. They escaped.

  When Kate and Oscar returned to New Orleans, she was pregnant with her first child. Eventually, she and Oscar had six children. Toth suspects that in the fall of 1872, Kate met Edgar Degas, who was visiting New Orleans. Not only did Degas’s uncle and brother work in the same business as Oscar (and one of the paintings Degas produced in New Orleans was titled A Cotton Office in New Orleans), Degas was also an avid walker and observer. There is a great deal of circumstantial evidence that The Awakening was inspired by information Degas may have exchanged with Kate as they strolled together or socialized in New Orleans (see this page).

  Chopin’s life now became very busy, of course, but she remained independent, interested in her own career, and constantly observant. As an independent, active young woman from Saint Louis, she did not completely fit in in New Orleans, but Oscar didn’t try to make her. As someone who loves to walk, observe, and eavesdrop myself, I know that doing this teaches a writer much of what she knows and also sparks inspiration. Through the 1870s, while raising her children, Chopin also had to navigate post–Civil War unrest, a yellow fever outbreak, and in 1879, the failure of Oscar’s business (cotton trading between the growers and the manufacturers). The family moved out of New Orleans to Cloutierville, where Oscar’s relatives lived, 225 miles northwest of New Orleans. Oscar bought the local general store, and Kate continued to be her independent and observant self, which meant that in a very small town (the population now is about eight hundred), she was judged both positively (for her looks) and negatively (for her habit of doing what she wished, including going for solo evening horseback rides). She began to spend more time back in Saint Louis, and Oscar dealt with several bouts of illness. He died in December 1882. Kate was thirty-two, her oldest child was ten, and her youngest was not quite three. Kate returned to Saint Louis.

  For the next seventeen years, Kate Chopin drew on her experiences in Louisiana (and, to some degree, in Saint Louis) to fulfill her ambitions and support her family. She wrote ninety-seven short stories, many of which were published in local or national magazines, including Vogue and The Atlantic (see The Complete Works of Kate Chopin, edited by Per Seyersted), and three books, Bayou Folk, At Fault, and The Awakening. She was eager to express herself and also to demonstrate what she had learned from her experiences, but she also knew that she had to conform more or less to the ways in which women (and mothers, or, perhaps, especially mothers) were expected to comport themselves in Saint Louis and Louisian
a. Perhaps we can say that she walked along many treacherous paths that abounded in edges and even cliffs, which included social dangers, economic dangers, artistic dangers, and emotional dangers of the sort that women writers of my generation have rarely had to deal with (I even wrote a book that did its best to get banned, because banning spurs discussions and often sales in our literary world—Ten Days in the Hills, about the beginning of the Iraq War—but it did not get banned).

  When Chopin was writing her stories, the ones with surprise endings were especially popular (think O. Henry or Saki). Perhaps Chopin’s most popular story, “Désirée’s Baby,” was admired because of that, too, but she does not use the surprise ending for humor, as they often did (see “Tobermory,” Saki’s story about a talking cat, or O. Henry’s “The Ransom of Red Chief”). She uses it to investigate and display the idiosyncratic inner lives of her apparently normal (and socially accepted) characters. “Désirée’s Baby” was published in Vogue in January 1893, and so had a large audience of women, and “The Kiss” was also published in Vogue (September 1894). The surprise in “Désirée’s Baby” is who is at fault for breaking anti-miscegenation laws, and the surprise in “The Kiss” is what the young woman really feels, in spite of what she says. Chopin explores different types of surprises. “The Story of an Hour” is very short but, perhaps, the most affecting, and it seems to set up some of the themes that Chopin explores in The Awakening. I think my favorite is “Lilacs,” and not only because I love lilacs and Chopin evokes their beauty and fragrance beautifully. It is set in a convent near Paris and, perhaps, was partially inspired by Chopin’s relationship with her childhood friend Kitty Garesché, who had become a nun. The protagonist visits the convent every year for about two weeks, and her visit is a beloved respite from her otherwise chaotic life. Because the story is perhaps Chopin’s longest (and for that reason, she had a difficult time finding a magazine willing to publish it), the surprise that the protagonist has to endure is more affecting than in her other stories, though not quite as shocking.

  What sets these stories apart from ones written now is that even though Chopin wanted to critique her world, give her female characters voices, and portray their emotional lives, she had to be so discreet that to us it is almost as if she is telling us a secret that we can’t understand. However, the secrets she wanted to reveal were understandable to the newspapers and magazines that published her stories, and Chopin did have some difficulty placing a few of them. But, like all determined writers, she wanted to say what she had to say. And that brings us to The Awakening.

  Chopin’s first book was a collection of the stories she had written about living in Louisiana, and it did fairly well, partly because it was seen as “local color.” It may have offended the inhabitants of the town she had left behind when her husband died and she moved back to Saint Louis, but the larger literary world saw it as an interesting depiction of an odd place. But Chopin did not want to be seen as a “local colorist”—she wanted to bring the lives and the feelings of the people she knew and had met and observed in the places she had been into the world of real literature (à la Henry James or Edith Wharton). She also self-published her first novel, At Fault, about a wife whose husband abandons her. The story jumps back and forth between Louisiana and Saint Louis. The novel got some praise, even though it was self-published and Chopin only paid for a thousand copies.

  The best evidence that Edgar Degas chatted with Kate Chopin when they both walked around New Orleans is embedded in The Awakening. Back home in France, Degas had a friend, Berthe Morisot, who was an Impressionist painter who succeeded in selling her work and became famous. Her sister, who also wished to be a painter, did not succeed—she married. Her name was Edma. Her husband’s name was Pontillon, and so Edma Pontillon was reimagined by Kate Chopin as Edna Pontellier. Degas knew another person, also a cotton merchant (and so an associate of Oscar’s), who was a musician. Toth writes that the husband’s name was Léonce and “his wife did not love him” (Unveiling Kate Chopin, 74). By the time Chopin was writing The Awakening, it would have been twenty-five years since Kate and Degas had exchanged these bits of gossip, but Chopin had a good memory, kept journals, and often revisited and reimagined old memories. It may be that after the death of Oscar, she thought that naming her main characters after that French couple would give her narrative freedom to develop the complexity of Edna Pontellier’s feelings about her husband, her children, and her life. As with all writers, her writing was a form of self-expression and also continuous learning.

  One thing I like to do when I reread this novel is to track Chopin’s use of the word “awaken.” The first time Edna “awakens” is about a quarter of the way into the novel. She has taken a long walk back to her place on Grand Isle with Robert, and she has found the walk enjoyable and invigorating, and when they get back, she decides to make use of the hammock outside the cabin. Chopin writes, “No multitude of words could have been more significant than those moments of silence, or more pregnant with the first-felt throbbings of desire” (The Awakening, this page). After Robert leaves, her husband asks her to come in, but she refuses, so he comes out and sits with her. Chopin writes, “Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul” (The Awakening, this page). She goes into the house and goes to bed. The next chapter begins, “She slept but a few hours. They were troubled and feverish hours, disturbed with dreams that were intangible, that eluded her, leaving only an impression upon her half-awakened senses of something unattainable” (The Awakening, this page). As the story develops after those two passages, Edna’s task is to reckon with her feelings about her life, her marriage, her children, her sense of desire, and to awaken more thoroughly to who she is, what she really wants, and whether she can claim it. Sixty-nine pages later, after Robert has left for Mexico, Chopin writes of a local playboy, Alcée Arobin, “There was a perpetual smile in his eyes, which seldom failed to awaken a corresponding cheerfulness in any one who looked into them” (The Awakening, this page).

  So now there are three men and two boys in Edna’s life (Léonce, Robert, Alcée, and her children, Étienne and Raoul). They each represent a different aspect of her feelings and her duties—Léonce is her husband, Robert is the one she feels connected to, Alcée is the one who tempts her, and Étienne and Raoul are the ones she must care for (though she—as is normal in the world she lives in—leaves much of their care to a nanny and to her mother). It is Léonce who frequently reminds her of her duties. Her other love is painting. Alcée begins flirting with her at the 64 percent mark in the novel, and one thing I have noticed in my years of reading novels is that the 62 to 64 percent mark is always a turning point, a spot where the author changes up the story to refresh it and develop its complexity. The Awakening is not a novel about whether Edna loves Robert enough to leave behind her marital duties; it is about Edna coming to understand more and more completely who she is, what she wants, and what inspires her.

  When The Awakening was published in 1899, it caused a huge scandal, a scandal of such immensity that even Kate Chopin was taken by surprise. The New Orleans Times-Democrat opined, “There is throughout the story an undercurrent of sympathy for Edna and nowhere a single note of censure for her totally unjustifiable conduct” (Unveiling Kate Chopin, 222). Willa Cather, twenty-three years younger than Chopin, should have known better, but she wrote, “I shall not attempt to say why Miss Chopin has devoted so exquisite and sensitive, well-governed a style to so trite and sordid a theme.” The New York Times was kinder, praising her “clever way of managing a difficult subject” (Unveiling Kate Chopin, 222).

  Chopin was dumbstruck by the negativity of the reviews. She had support from her friends and in Saint Louis. She tried to get her writing going again, but then her next book, A Vocation and a Voice, was dropped by her publisher in February 1900. She did her best for the next three years, but in 1903 she contracted an illness, and after attending the 1904 World’s Fair in Forest Park in Saint Louis, she died at home.

 
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