Just as “Jesse and Meribeth” seems to be a story about MaryBeth but really reveals so much more about Jessie herself, “Eskimo” appears to be about all the people on the plane with Mary Jo, but it’s really all about Mary Jo.
“Mary Jo can hear what Dr. Streeter would have to say.”
At first it seems a natural thing to do, to hear another’s voice commenting on the situation.
The reader does not attach any particular importance to this commentary in the beginning.
“‘Regular little United Nations back here.’”
And, then, Mary Jo imagines her response, and the imaginary conversation continues.
That exchange continues for long enough that the reader forgets that it actually has only happened in Mary Jo’s mind, and the reader begins constructing opinions about Dr. Streeter in this manner.
That process is assisted, too, by Dr. Streeter’s daughter’s reflections upon her father. Oops, not exactly. Rather, by the reflections that Rhea makes about her father in Mary Jo’s mind. That’s all about Mary Jo too.
And why is Mary Jo in such a tussle? She couldn’t tell you. She’s not even aware of an inner conflict about her relationship with this man, who is not only the cardiologist who employs her but also her lover, the man who has paid for this trip she is taking to Tahiti.
Much of her relationship to him has the sense of reaction rather than responsiveness. She has a habit of dealing with him in a particular way, “knowing how to handle him”. (And even when she is not dealing with him directly, in the office or in the apartment upstairs, she is dealing with his voice in her mind.)
This habit dictates, too, how Mary Jo responds to Rhea and her criticisms of her father’s conventional, conservative, voice-of-the-patriarchy presence in her life.
“Mary Jo did not defend Dr. Streeter just because he was a man, and a father, not at all; it was not for those reasons she thought his wife should have instilled some respect for him in his children. It was because….”
There are reasons, but more significantly Mary Jo has troubled to articulate the need for defense. “Eskimo” reveals that the loudest voice in Mary Jo’s mind is Dr. Streeter’s, but it’s Rhea’s criticism has introduced a new voice in Mary Jo’s consciousness.
It is something else, something unrecognizable yet for Mary Jo, but something disturbing and disorienting.
As is the young woman for whom the story is named.
Even before they have spoken, Mary Jo is unsettled by this woman’s interactions with the man she is travelling with on the plane.
And once they speak Mary Jo is only more upset.
Mary Jo isn’t particularly concerned with issues of nomenclature, although if Rhea’s voice was louder in her head there might be some murmurings about the kind of power that is inherent in naming, in defining, in allocating a place in language and the world.
Mary Jo is concerned because she thought there was something overtly different about this young woman, that she might be from Afghanistan or Tibet, somewhere far away where she was one of this man’s several wives.
“The woman, or girl, seems to be trying to get up. The man pushes her down. He grumbles at her. She replies in a voice that wanders from complaint to reassurance and back to complaint.”
She wants to see this woman as being set apart, something Other, but it turns out that she is a fellow Canadian, and Mary Jo is forced to admit that they have more in common than she thought.
She had been writing a letter in her head to Dr. Streeter, in which she imagined declining a place in the man’s harem, but the young woman explains that he is Métis, and Mary Jo begins anew in her mind, revising as the story progresses.
The tension between the woman and the man across the aisle intensifies, but in Mary Jo’s mind it catapults into something horrific. She wants to pull herself apart from what she sees (and what she imagines) there, but she cannot step back.
“‘You can’t boss me,’ she says, and there are tears now in her voice and eyes. ‘You’re not my father.’ Instead of going down the aisle to the washroom — if that was what she had in mind — she remains standing within his reach, looking mournfully down at him.”
Finally, in her mind, Mary Jo alters what she hears. “This is Dr. Streeter’s familiar, reasonable voice, asking that some facts, some conditions, should be recognized. But she has put something new into it — a sly and natural satisfaction.”
Rhea’s voice has receded. It’s all about Mary Jo.
“Once she has thought this, and put some sort of name to what she is feeling, she is a little steadier.”
It does matter then: this naming business. But Mary Jo has had a drink on the plane, she is tired, she tells herself that she needs to calm down, take some deep breaths and relax.
And in the calm of sleep, the reader finally understands how precarious Mary Jo’s world actually is.
“‘What is your world, Mary Jo?’ [Rhea asks.]
‘I haven’t got time to tell you.’
‘You’re so busy helping my dad.’
There, on the plane, Mary Jo’s world simultaneously grew smaller and bigger, and the reader wishes to glimpse her on vacation, to see what voices are heard when she is someplace Other.
What do you think?
Note: This is part of a series of posts on Alice Munro’s stories, as I read through her work to date. She is one of my MRE authors. Please feel free to check the schedule and join in, for the series, or for a single story. This story is the eighth in The Progress of Love, with next Thursday reserved for “A Queer Streak”.