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Hawthorne and Melville
Hawthorne and Melville
Caleb McGhee
Dr. Griffin
English 435
16 November 2018
There being little consensus on the nature of reality, the term “realism” is of little value.
A skeptic may find a ghost story ludicrous, while a supernaturalist may find it an accurate
representation of the state of things. We will have to define reality to define “realism,” a task
that, having eluded the philosopher, is certainly impossible for the literary critic. Instead of
philosophical abstraction, the critic might better and less contentiously define realism in terms of
the self-evident aspects of human experience that few if any can contest. Psychological realism is
the most unobjectionable form of realism, as we are all in possession of a mind; we may
squabble about the verisimilitude of an author’s setting, and we may argue endlessly about
whether or not his plot was contrived, but we seem to have more of a consensus on whether a
character is “realistic,” i.e. acts like a conceivable human being. We may disagree about the
props and backdrop, but we all know what constitutes good acting. I would even wager that good
acting would redeem the fakeness of the props; this is certainly the case in Herman Melville’s
story “Bartleby the Scrivener” and Nathaniel Hawthorne’s novel The Blithedale Romance. Both
works have unrealistic plot elements, but they are works of psychological realism whose
Bartleby’s death is the only unrealistic plot element of “Bartleby the Scrivener;” certainly
the whole situation with Bartleby is strange, but it is by no means unbelievable. The narrator
Strangely huddled at the base of the wall, his knees drawn up, and lying on his side, his
head touching the cold stones, I saw the wasted Bartleby. But nothing stirred. I paused;
then went close up to him; stooped over, and saw that his dim eyes were open; otherwise
he seemed profoundly sleeping. (40)
His repetition of the grub-man’s phrase “lives without dining” indicates that he believes Bartleby
has starved himself, as does his description of Bartleby’s body as “wasted” (40). However,
Bartleby’s death seems sudden and unexpected. The narrator had visited him only a few days
before and did not remark on him seeming any thinner and sicklier than usual; the narrator
frequently remarks on Bartleby’s pallor and thinness yet never indicates that he seems as if he
might die. Bartleby’s death seems some perverse, unexpected cruelty of fate which introduces a
Bartleby’s unrealistic death leads to a realistic response from the narrator; his outpourings
of grief seem authentic. His mention of Bartleby having worked in a dead letter office seems out
Yet here I hardly know whether I should divulge one little item of rumor, which came to
my ear a few months after the scrivener's decease. Upon what basis it rested, I could
never ascertain; and hence, how true it is I cannot now tell. (41)
He admits that it is a rumor. He says that he is only repeating it only because it has “a certain
strange suggestive interest” to him (41). The rumor seems like the irrelevant speech someone
falls into when distraught. My reasoning is not just a subjective evaluation of tone; his final cries
at the end of the story, “Oh, Bartleby! Oh, humanity!” make it seem as if he has reached the
highest point of agitation, as if he were weeping in his chair as he finished his narrative (41).
The events of “Bartleby the Scrivener” are filtered through the first person narrator, who
naturally has limitations in his knowledge; his incomplete picture of Bartleby is psychologically
realistic owing to its limitations. Bartleby’s mystery is his main appeal; we have no clear
explanation for his peculiar apathy, his always preferring not to. We get a sense of his mystery
I now recalled all the quiet mysteries which I had noted in the man. I remembered that he
never spoke but to answer; that though at intervals he had considerable time to himself,
yet I had never seen him reading—no, not even a newspaper; that for long periods he
would stand looking out, at his pale window behind the screen, upon the dead brick wall.
(21)
Passages like this give us the same sense of mystery that the narrator feels. We should notice also
that we never get into Bartleby’s head. We only see the external signs of his undoubtedly
peculiar psychology. Melville himself may not have known Bartleby’s inner state, and an
exploration into his mind might have proved an aesthetic failure. Showing only the external
The Blithedale Romance is filled with novelistic conventions; its events are more
unrealistic than those of “Bartleby.” For instance, Coverdale has an all-too convenient habit of
something important or witnessing something one ought not see is possible and happens in the
course of life. However, it happens to Coverdale too often to be realistic. He hears Hollingsworth
praying in chapter six, a fine though unrealistic chance to characterize him. In chapter twelve,
Coverdale climbs a tree in order to think, and he just happens to hear Westervelt and Zenobia
conversing in the woods below, a perfect chance for Hawthorne to introduce some melodrama.
In chapter eighteen, Coverdale happens to see into a boarding house from his hotel room; he
espies Zenobia and Westervelt, who have conveniently and unexpectedly taken residence there.
Coverdale’s glimpses are totally unbelievable; they are blatant literary devices.
psychological depth. In the case of Hollingworth praying, convention and insight intersect.
My sleeping-room being but thinly partitioned from his, the solemn murmur of his voice
made its way to my ears, compelling me to be an auditor of his awful privacy with the
Creator. It affected me with a deep reverence for Hollingsworth, which no familiarity
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then existing, or that afterwards grew more intimate between us--no, nor my subsequent
perception of his own great errors--ever quite effaced. (39)
Coverdale learns of Hollingsworth’s zealous character, perhaps the same zealotry that leads him
to single-mindedly pursue his scheme to reform criminals. This is a believable trait, but it could
fashion. As opposed to being a caricature of zealotry, Hollingsworth exhibits his passion through
realism than Coverdale’s report of his earliest impressions of Zenobia; he mixes cliches about
womanhood with vague, subtle indications of sexual attraction, something quite risky and
unusual for a 19th century work of fiction. Being somewhat flirtatious, Zenobia tells Coverdale
“As for the garb of Eden, … I shall not assume it until after May-day!” (17). She makes a jocular
These last words, together with something in her manner, irresistibly brought up a picture
of that fine, perfectly developed figure, in Eve's earliest garment. Her free, careless,
generous modes of expression often had this effect of creating images which, though
pure, are hardly felt to be quite decorous when born of a thought that passes between man
and woman. (17)
In essence, Coverdale says that he thought about Zenobia in the nude, qualifying it as being
“pure” and ultimately chaste. He recounts having a spicy thought about a woman but claims that
it really was not that bad. He even tries to absolve Zenobia for bringing about the thought,
writing that she was “conscious of no harm” and given to “scorning the petty restraints which
take the life and color out of other women’s conversation” (17). In this short scene, Hawthorne
depicts a man remembering seuxal arousal and trying to explain it away as something innocent.
Coverdale may make some rather cliche references to “purity” and a “perfectly developed
“Bartleby the Scrivener” and The Blithedale Romance both mix fictional conventions and
devices with psychological realism. The effect could be strange and disconcerting to some
readers, but the discordance ought not shock us excessively; unrealistic events but realistic
characters are the norm in much-read genres like magical realism. Even supposing that the
discordance is still troubling, the life and realism of the characters should remedy the potential
flaws of these two works. In a portrait, the face is what matters, not the background; In “Bartleby
the Scrivener” and The Blithedale Romance, we see some fine, hyper-detailed faces that we must