Irving ELH
Irving ELH
Irving ELH
BY MICHAEL WARNER
Michael Warner
ELH 67 (2000) 773–799 © 2000 by The Johns Hopkins University Press 773
has become archaic and trivial.6 Bad bachelors, as Irving understands
things, live for themselves. Good fathers take care of others. Irving here
appeals to a deep and resilient moral fantasy: that reproduction is
essentially generous. He says nothing of the ways the patriarch lives for
himself: neither of the gratifications of authority, nor of the narcissism of
reproduction, nor of the dream of self-perpetuation, nor the public
status of the père de famille. Instead, he sees the paternal role as a way
to transcend the selfishness of individual existence. Given such a moral
vision, bachelorhood would always be a nagging anomaly.
Irving makes no secret of the fact. The title page of The Sketch Book
contains an epigraph from Burton’s Anatomy of Melancholy: “I have no
wife nor children, good or bad, to provide for. A mere spectator of other
men’s fortunes and adventures, and how they play their parts; which
methinks are diversely presented unto me, as from a common theatre or
scene.”7 The epigraph partly explains the metaphor of the book’s title,
and glosses the odd generic mixture of the book. But for this purpose, it
would only have been necessary to present Crayon as a “spectator of
other men’s fortunes.” Why underscore his lack of wife and children?
Estranged from reproductive sexuality, he is alienated from life itself,
and especially from the continuity of generations. The result, at least in
The Sketch Book, is a kind of literary relation to the world, associated
with the static genres of tableau or sketch.
The tension between Irving’s patriarchal ambitions and the need to
pursue them by surrogacy and by the asexual means of literary culture
can be seen, as this epigraph suggests, as the defining theme of his
career. And while it clearly made him feel anomalous, even a bit queer,
given the strength of his idealization of patriarchy, I will argue that the
surrogacy of his bachelor consciousness accounts for much of his
cultural power. In particular, I will suggest that the bachelor’s fall from
reproductive continuity lies behind Irving’s preoccupation with modes
of historical time, with ways of being related to the ancestral past and to
posterity, with the meaning of death and the experience of temporality.8
His bachelor narrators are not really stigmatized by identity, but by
archaism. Jonathan Oldstyle bears it in his name; Diedrich Knickerbocker
is the heirless remnant of bygone Dutch ancestors whom he chronicles
in order to assert his immortality; Geoffrey Crayon’s name evokes
Chaucer, and although he associates his homeland with youth, the
picturesque quaintness of his crayon sketches depends entirely on his
experience of anachronism; Fray Antonio is an antiquary of a lost
civilization. Sterility leads each to literature, and to literary posterity.
I saw female forms in the porch and I knew the spy glass was in hand. In
a moment there was a waving of handkerchiefs and a hurrying hither
and thither. Never did old bachelor come to such a loving home, so
gladdened by blessed womankind. . . . After all the kissing and crying
and laughing and rejoicing were over I sallied forth to inspect my
domains, welcomed home by my prime minister Robert, and my master
of the horse Thomas and my keeper of the poultry yard William.
Everything was in good order—all had been faithful in the discharge of
their duties; my fields had been manured, my trees trimmed; the fences
repaired and painted. . . . Suffice it to say, everything was just as heart
could wish, so having visited every part of my empire, I settled down for
the evening in my elbow chair, and entertained the family circle with all
the wonders I had seen at Washington.9
He comes to England for the first time; and being on the spot, fancies
himself in the midst of those characters and manners which he had read
of in the Spectator and other approved authors, and which were the only
idea he had hitherto formed of the parent country. Instead of looking
round to see what we are, he sets to work to describe us as we were—at
second hand. . . . Instead of tracing the changes that have taken place in
society since Addison or Fielding wrote, he transcribes their account in
a different hand-writing, and thus keeps us stationary.12
The problematic relation to history that Hazlitt describes here is, he thinks,
Irving’s failure, resulting from his provincial ignorance. Certainly Irving
himself supplies the cues for this reading, both in “The Author’s
Account of Himself” in The Sketch Book (“My native country was full of
youthful promise; Europe was rich in the accumulated treasures of age”
[S, 744]) and in “The Author” in Bracebridge Hall (“Accustomed always to
scenes where history was, in a manner, in anticipation . . . I for the first time
beheld signs of national old age. . . . I traversed England, a grown-up
child” [B, 8-9]). National allegory gives him a potent vocabulary for the
ancestral reproduction he idealizes, and for the revolutionary rupture that
estranges him from an unmarked sense of time that such idealization can
only mourn.13 Anachronism is the contradictory apprehension of history
through which Irving attempts to remediate modernity. But national
difference (or provincialism, as Hazlitt sees it) is not the only source of
Irving’s antihistorical rhetoric of anachronism. He also attempts to
remediate the discontinuities of post-patriarchal sexuality. In practice,
these were often confused or overdetermined, as they are when the
American Crayon describes himself, in England, as “a grown-up child.”
Irving’s ambivalence about bachelorhood says much about the transi-
tional period between patriarchy and modern heterosexuality. By patri-
archy I do not mean male domination in general, which of course is still
with us, but rather a frankly avowed system of hierarchy in which the
normative order of gender and sex is oriented to the succession of
fathers. Modern heterosexuality, by contrast, presents itself as a relation
between equals, and can be more easily distinguished from reproduc-
tion. Where patriarchy is grounded in estates, families, and their
durability, modern heterosexuality is grounded in love and sexuality.
Irving idealized patriarchy just at the moment when it was clearly being
It is one of the effects of hereditary rank, when it falls thus happily, that
it multiplies the duties, and, as it were, extends the existence of the
possessor. He does not feel himself a mere individual link in creation,
responsible only for his own brief term of being. He carries back his
existence in proud recollection, and he extends it forward in honourable
anticipation. He lives with his ancestry, and he lives with his posterity.
To both does he consider himself involved in deep responsibilities. As
he has received much from those that have gone before, so he feels
bound to transmit much to those who are to come after him. His
domestic undertakings seem to imply a longer existence than those of
ordinary men; none are so apt to build and plant for future centuries, as
noble-spirited men, who have received their heritages from foregone
ages. (B, 74-75)
I am almost ashamed to say that at first the news had rather the effect of
making me feel melancholy than glad. It seemed in a manner to divorce
us forever; for marriage is the grave of Bachelors intimacy and after
having lived & grown together for many years, so that our habits
thoughts & feelings were quite blended & intertwined, a seperation of
this kind is a serious matter—not so much to you, who are transplanted
into the garden of matrimony, to flourish & fructify and be caressed into
prosperity—but for poor me, left lonely & forlorn, and blasted by every
wind of heaven.31
Why does the story take this turn? The crisis consists of a narcissistic
mirroring where there ought to be generational narrative. It presents
Rip with his reproduction, his “precise counterpart,” “the ditto of
himself” (S, 783). But this is reproduction without temporality. It has
nothing to do with the production of identity in a context of decay and
forgetting. The uncanniness of the result suggests that it isn’t exactly
reproduction that people want from what is called reproduction; what
they want is a narrative to organize a life course up to and beyond
mortality. Irving’s inspiration in “Rip Van Winkle” was to see that the
narrative device of the twenty-year sleep, which he borrowed from his
much shorter German source, would in effect foreground all the ways
that reproduction as reproduction fails to narrate a life course.44
Rip reproduces Rip. The result closely resembles a narcissistic scene,
a pure dilemma of self and other. The narcissistic function of parenting,
Let us not then lament over the decay and oblivion into which ancient
writers descend; they do but submit to the great law of nature, which
declares that all sublunary shapes of matter shall be limited in their
duration, but which decrees also that their elements shall never perish.
Generation after generation, both in animal and vegetable life, passes
away, but the vital principle is transmitted to posterity, and the species
continues to flourish. Thus also do authors beget authors, and having
produced a numerous progeny, in a good old age they sleep with their
fathers; that is to say, with the authors who preceded them—and from
whom they had stolen. (S, 811)
I would fancy myself arrived in my native city, but the place would be so
changed that I would not recognise it. I would wander through strange
streets, meet with strange faces, and find every thing strange around
me: or, what was worse, I would meet with those I loved, with my
kindred, and the companions of my youth, but they no longer knew me,
or passed me by with neglect. . . . [H]ow was the wanderer to be
received, after such an absence? Was he to be taken, as a favoured child,
to its bosom; or repulsed as a stranger, and a changeling?
My old doubts recurred as I stepped upon land. I could scarcely realize
that I was indeed in my native city, among the haunts of my childhood.
Might not this be another of those dreams that had so often beguiled me?
There were circumstances enough to warrant such a surmise. I passed
through places that ought to be familiar to me, but all were changed. Huge
edifices and lofty piles had sprung up in the place of lowly tenements;
the old landmarks of the city were gone; the very streets were altered.
As I passed on, I looked wistfully in every face: not one was known
to me—not one! Yet I was in haunts where every visage was once
familiar to me. I read the names over the doors: all were new. They were
unassociated with any early recollection. The saddening conviction stole
over my heart that I was a stranger in my own home! Alas! thought I,
what had I to expect after such an absence!52