He walked on. I had fished and hunted in the great inland swamps, and had built rafts of giant bamboo to ride with my friends down the St Lucie River, surely as haunting and as hidden away as the Pearl River in The Wide Net. The alligators slept with the water lilies and the night-blooming cereus, and the Spanish moss fell in thick curtains on both banks. When William Wallace praises Hazels intelligence, Virgil agrees: Shes a lot smarter than her cousins in Beulah Edna Earle never did get to be what youd call a heavy thinker. date the date you are citing the material. But I could not remember that it had revealed the slightest interest in the South as a subject of focus or reflection. Let us know if you have suggestions to improve this article (requires login). He had nothing to gain, and everything to lose, by defying convention, but I do not think his prestige in the white community was ever at risk. Sweet-gum red, hickory yellow, dogwood red, sycamore yellow. Sam wore them around his head, with a knot over his forehead and loops around his ears, and Robbie Bell walked behind and stared at them (Welty, Collected Stories 179). The strongest proof of identity is the capacity to change, to slip from one role to another if necessary, to pass through the modes of being that nature and time demand, but always to remain at one with oneself. It is a plunge into the inner depths that strains every fibre of his being, and tests his spirit to the limit. she had been filled to the brim with that elation that they all remembered, like their own secret, the elation that comes of great hopes and changes (Welty. One was the Florida artist A.E. In leaving you now, I am reminded of an old story out of Georgia. They all belong together in the Mississippi chorus line, until William Wallace finally breaks away on his own. AccueilNumros67ArticlesConverging Toward the Human: Myth 1It might seem odd to find me turning to Eudora Weltys story The Wide Net the day I learned I had been invited to respond to the theme of Southern myth (the all-purpose, made-to-order, sempiternel Southern myth). I do not mean to suggest that I find anything of myself in William Wallace, nor in his search for Hazel. But they remain children, and act their age. He was a tall dignified man who dressed in a white suit and always had a Stetson hat on his head or in his hand. Foots was in charge. eNotes Editorial. This is fatalism raised, or lowered, to farce, but points to a fear of being victimized by mysterious forces (without and within) that William Wallace himself must struggle against, and defeat. As we discover, we remember; remembering, we discover; and most intensely do we experience this when our separate journeys converge (Welty, One Writers Beginnings 102). Had he suspected down there, like some secret, the real, the true trouble that Hazel had fallen into, about which words in a letter could not speak Or in a myth, I cannot help adding. They were later given to the University of Florida. The black families had moved in the same direction to escape their hard lives as sharecroppers and a harsher form of racial discrimination. What interests me more as the years go on is the life story of the individual southerner. In this respect, my grandfather was a rare exception. the second is . Each of us is moving, changing, with respect to others. 37Beanie deserves his own story. References to babies, for example, can be found everywhere, from the little man on the toy-like train, to the baby alligator, all the way to the corn shuck doll waiting by itself on the bench back in Dover. Think of another name in The Wide Net, Edna Earle. She could have easily searched out one of the old Backus crowd willing to share the memory of Beanies role in the funeral and the missing headstone. When he comes back the next morning, Hazel is gone, and he finds a letter from her telling him she has gone to drown herself in the river. Carrying his great string of fish, he enters at the head of the party into Dover which now looked somehow like new after the rain (Welty, Collected Stories 184). 180). He is holding fast to a little green ribbon of plant, root and all (Welty. William goes out one night with two friends, gets drunk and lies all night in a ditch playing the harmonica. When she allows William his ritual role of thinking himself the man of the house by letting him tamely slap and spank her, the reconciliation is complete. For one thing, I think I would have trouble arguing to myself, or to my wife and family, that I never existed, even as a boy, yet Eudora Welty is writing in the tradition of the modern folk tale. Our editors will review what youve submitted and determine whether to revise the article. What interests me more as the years go on is the life story of the individual southerner. The never forgetting is another gift of becoming oneself, the power of memory. What touched me more, and what I remember best now, were the lives around me while growing up. But there were no old plantations or slave quarters, and no signs to mark the battles of the Civil War since there had been no battles. Beginning as a folktale of the barely possible innocence of a perennial boy with a cow-lick, at a loss and turning in circles, the story right in the middle changes skin, and the boy and the narrative miraculously transform themselves into a one-of-a-kind human triumph. What I remember most about growing up was the joy of being outside for most of the day in a sort of tropical paradise. in Marrs 70-71). He has recovered his memory too, and with it, we know now, a new power of self-direction, decision, and acceptance. As Welty adds in her autobiography, there were Edna Earles all over the South. As Mr Duval finished, and stood up to leave, he reached out to me and shook my hand: Your granddaddy was the only white man I ever loved.. He has written many essays on writers from Ireland and the American South, and has edited a dozen anthologies, including Modern Irish Short Stories (Penguin), A New Book of Dubliners (Methuen), Georgia Stories (Peachtree) and Louisiana Stories (Pelican). He saw that the bodies of the frozen birds had fallen out of the trees, and he fell down and wept for his father and mother, to whom he had not said good-bye (Welty, First Love, Collected Stories 168). Everything just before it changes looks to be made of gold. Immediately William Wallace looked down, as though he thought of Hazel with the shining eyes, sitting at home and looking straight before her, like a piece of pure gold, too precious to touch (Welty, Collected Stories 176). Life on the Mississippi. 172). 41Just as William Wallace is beset on all sides by a welter of signs, until he forgets the name of the Pearl River and takes his dive to the bottom, the reader is mystified by the dazzling parade of mythical allusions until he too reaches the same place. Among everything else, he was generous almost to a fault. Instead of one of the more conventional pieties, here was a crying out to both God and man against injustice. The father of the white boys is rumored to have drowned in the Pearl River, and the father of the black boys had been struck by lightning and, as Robbie cries out during a storm, was dead three days, dead as that-there axe (Welty, Collected Stories 183). Download the entire The Wide Net study guide as a printable PDF! His name was Patrick Duval. Whenever Walter Scott is mentioned in the context of the South, Mark Twains theory of the Civil War and the southern imagination immediately leaps to mind. What touched me more, and what I remember best now, were the lives around me while growing up. date the date you are citing the material. He made a sign for me to follow him in what was now a blind tunnel steaming with sweat and humidity. They are just playing out a role for the simple joy of pretending, and will soon return to themselves. Here is the same confused hodgepodge of myth and fable we can find in The Wide Net. They are the wonderful fictions out of which an adult life finally emerges, but never forgets. Nature is the wide-open playground of both good and evil, and it is best to be wary when the thunder roars. When I was invited to speak about the myth of the South, the thought of Weltys The Wide Net, came to my mind in a flash. He took me in and introduced me to each worker by name. Williams dive is not a baptism for the faint-hearted. In the afternoons my friends and I would go down to the icehouse where sacks of ice were filled for the professional fishing boats. In. Start your 48-hour free trial to get access to more than 30,000 additional guides and more than 350,000 Homework Help questions answered by our experts. He walked on. It is then, after they've eaten, that they see a giant snake that they call the King of the Snakes. When he escaped he went back to his native state of Georgia and lived to a ripe old age. Hazel is pregnant, and William is baffled by her changing attitude (she would not speak and her eyes glowed). with a celebration of memory that for her has now become a personal creed, and has allowed her to begin her life as a writer. Print. Print. He told me that my grandfather had told him he had left Georgia to come to Florida because he hated the way blacks were treated. The grown-up Doyles and Malones are fixed in their undefined identities forever. This outlined the principal concepts and it defined . I could easily call to mind other memories that would deepen and darken the story. The story ends with Hazel calling his name from the bedroom. But Hazel is no rabbit as Virgil makes clear: Anybody can freeze a rabbit, that wants to he says, and promptly chases the rabbit away: Was you out catching cotton-tails, or was you out catching your wife? (Welty, Collected Stories 172). She is in her early twenties (an age we might give to William Wallace) when she discovers the gift of memory, and in her seventies when she confirms it: Writing fiction has developed in me an abiding respect for the unknown in a human lifetime and a sense of where to look for the threads, how to follow, how to connect, find in the thick of the tangle what clear line persists. The never forgetting is another gift of becoming oneself, the power of memory. After all, where else can I look for a better source? I wanted to talk to him, so my mother invited him over to the house. Still, if I should apologize, I do. She had just published a masterpiece of modern realism in which dream and the inner world are as vividly brought to life as the outside, but this is an affirmation of the living human mind, not an evasion. William Wallace is beset on all sides by distractions, advice, omens, signs of all sorts. The strands are all there: to the memory nothing is ever really lost (Welty. This blend of domestic realism with mythology and ancient fertility tales is characteristic of the entire collection, in which ordinary people are somehow connected to the myths of other cultures. Hickory tree there will be yellow. But more than anything, in rereading the story I realized that my own fading or forgotten memories about growing up in the South had somehow dictated my choice, and that the mythic failures, or inadequacies, of The Wide Net to match the intractable selfhood of the living individual clearly harmonized with my own experience. He himself would have been too modest to mention it. 43When I finished rereading The Wide Net I reread Eudora Weltys autobiography, One Writers Beginnings. Then he announced Boys, look right here, the Judge is his granddaddy. Right before it begins in force, a holy-ghostly benediction or aeolian charma wind touched each man on the forehead (Welty. Engraved in large letters beneath the names was the single word: Murdered. These were the graves of her maternal grandparents who had been viciously axed to death by two men looking for easy prey and a few dollars. The pounding is musical, given that Eudora Welty is playing the instrument, but it can be felt all through the story, from the ironic chord of the first three words all the way to the final throb of the last line. After all, there were some brilliant minds at work on the subject, minds who could spot a stereotype or a caricature a hundred miles away, and there was much to learn. He was the county judge, famous for his fairness in court, and loved by everyone who knew him, thus by the entire town. What I want to single out is not his place in the community, which was central, but his difference from most of the adult white men I knew and observed. He plays his role well, lost in his own performance, an unstoppable gramophone of platitudes, talking just to hear himself talk, but sometimes, almost despite himself, repeating nuggets of wisdom that bear directly on the quest itself: Were walking along in the changing-time. Wives and girlfriends would be gathered under the windows, and the banter and singing between them and the men in jail are impossible to exaggerate. The Golden Apples. she had been filled to the brim with that elation that they all remembered, like their own secret, the elation that comes of great hopes and changes (Welty, Collected Stories 180). I was fifteen years old, and was the only white in the group of workers. When I was invited to speak about the myth of the South, the thought of Weltys The Wide Net, came to my mind in a flash. And we fished for the same fish from the same piers in the inlet. When Alice Walker wrote her essay about finding Hurstons unmarked grave, and lamented the lack of a headstone, she was writing only part of the story. It did not cost much to have a horse and a small motor boat. Later on I was told that the killers were black men, and that members of our family had made sure they were given a fair trial. Eudora Welty could use myth otherwise, as she does in such works as her masterpiece. When we went to the movies on Saturday night, we would never hesitate to stop outside the county jail across the street from the Sunrise Theater. This is the truth that William Wallace discovers by himself, and somehow memory, lost and found, is crucial to the discovery. Of course the well-trained reader races through the possibilities and may stop on his way to consider the myth of the golden bough in the Aeneid. Finding an Edna Earle in The Wide Net is like finding a magnolia tree in Mississippi, and should not force us to go back to. The scenery the pace and the dialog are like a soothing low speed raft trip. Engraved in large letters beneath the names was the single word: Murdered. These were the graves of her maternal grandparents who had been viciously axed to death by two men looking for easy prey and a few dollars. and Ph.D. from the University of North Carolina in Chapel Hill. We bought ice cream at the same shop even though there were white and colored water fountains outside on opposite sides of the shop. After all, where else can I look for a better source? He returns to his wife better capable of living a meaningful, fulfilling life. Vergil. When they reach the river Old Doc remarks that the world has been turned to gold by the autumn sun: today, in October sun, its all goldsky and tree and water. 39These were some of the memories humming in my head when I began reading the books about Southern myth in Chapel Hill. This is the advantage of relying on memory rather than myth when digging back for the truth. Still, as Old Doc exclaims to William: Everybody knows Pearl River is named the Pearl River (Welty, Collected Stories 176). in Marrs 67-68). I was not surprised he had been a good friend of Hurston, but I never found any reference to him in the standard biographies. So I grew up surrounded by southern voices. I said earlier that the town was segregated, but with little visible racial tension. There I was shocked to learn I may have been born into a myth, despite myself. While every effort has been made to follow citation style rules, there may be some discrepancies. 183). My own is the treasure most dearly regarded by me, in my life and in my work as a writer. In those days the post office had a small shop that sold tobacco and newspapers. 179). Physically, he was everything the legend had promised. Even though there is no southern history in the story, surely his name is steeped in historical associations. The second half of the story is rich in events, but the outcome is never in doubt. We saw the same films at the same movie theater, even though the whites sat downstairs and the blacks up in the balcony. My own is the treasure most dearly regarded by me, in my life and in my work as a writer. They created a protocol, HyperText Transfer Protocol ( HTTP ), which standardized communication between servers and clients. The second is the date of To begin with, the southern world I grew up in, a small coastal town in Florida in the years after WWII, was not all that representative of the South. Old Doc lives on a hill and can usually be found in his rocking chair. It has been a delightful day of adventure on the river for the Malones, the Doyles, and the others (including the reader), but the wide net (a sort of local myth itself) has caught nothing, except a haul of fish, a big eel, old shoes, the baby alligator, and a string of beads. It seemed odd to me too when I began thinking about the challenge of adding anything new to a debate that as we all know began long before the South became the South. It was the county seat, so there were a few imposing public buildings. A more distant past was hidden behind the Spanish place names and the faces of the Seminole Indians who worked as cowboys on the ranches. Scottish heroes and William Wallace Jamieson of The Wide Net, surely, we might be tempted to think, the combination brings southern history into the story despite all evidence to the contrary. His grandfather had been branded by the devil in a storm, Lightnin drawed a pitchfork right on our grandpappys cheek, stayed till he died (Welty. My grandfather, as I will discuss later on, was one of the reasons I had trouble with the grand southern myths I discovered at the university. As for me, being known as his grandson allowed me, and my two cousins who lived in his house, special status among the blacks, and a carelessness about crossing the color line. He did not smoke the cigar, he chewed it, and as a boy it was best to stay on his windward side. There doesn't seem to be a regularization effect from very high depth in residual net- works as wide networks with the same number of parameters as thin ones can learn same or better representations. Job Description Summary: The Executive Assistant is responsible for the management of the Chamber's database and assisting the President & CEO with the day-to-day management of the Chamber office, including governance . Boyd, Valerie. William Wallace keeps diving down to search for Hazel until, finally, the group decides to stop and cook some of the fish they've got for a meal. They were even stronger reasons to question the myths of the South I later encountered. the citation above will include either 2 or 3 dates. It is more of a distraction than a signpost, unlike, I would be the first to admit, the names of Virgil and Hazel, more fixed in their roles. 15The story ends with Hazel calling his name from the bedroom. eNotes.com will help you with any book or any question. William goes out one night with two friends, gets drunk and lies all night in a ditch playing the harmonica. Of course writing her autobiography is a proof of that power, but Eudora Welty goes further. 1. But Hazel is no rabbit as Virgil makes clear: Anybody can freeze a. , that wants to he says, and promptly chases the rabbit away: Was you out catching cotton-tails, or was you out catching your wife? (Welty. County judges are elected, and he never lost an election because there was never any opposition. No police, no first responders, no telephones, no helicopters just the local men and boys with an old fish net. It begins with the story of a deaf boy whose parents have been killed or captured by the Indians and who is left abandoned in the end, completely alone: He did not know how far he had gone on the Liberty Road when the posse came riding up behind and passed him. I had suspected something like this as a boy, but now it was confirmed. The Collected Stories. He was a tall dignified man who dressed in a white suit and always had a Stetson hat on his head or in his hand. Harmondsworth: Penguin Classics, 1990. I had fished and hunted in the great inland swamps, and had built rafts of giant bamboo to ride with my friends down the St Lucie River, surely as haunting and as hidden away as the Pearl River in The Wide Net. The alligators slept with the water lilies and the night-blooming cereus, and the Spanish moss fell in thick curtains on both banks. Get this from a library! 40I have tried to explain, to myself more than to anyone else, that the multiplication of myth and legend in The Wide Net is there, in all its rich jumbling, to nudge the reader elsewhere. 2. I have tried to explain, to myself more than to anyone else, that the multiplication of myth and legend in The Wide Net is there, in all its rich jumbling, to nudge the reader elsewhere. Even the trees have bones that crack when lightning strikes. As Mr Duval finished, and stood up to leave, he reached out to me and shook my hand: Your granddaddy was the only white man I ever loved.. She continues several pages later: It is our inward journey that leads us through timeforward or back, seldom in a straight line, most often spiraling. I grew up during segregation, but the racism was subdued, and codified down to a syllable and a glance. Robbie is right to be frightened. 9Other than Old Doc, the characters making up the search party include two sets of young brothers, the white boys, Brucie and Grady Rippin, and the black boys, Sam and Robbie Bell. Phone orders: 1-800-964-5778 Request product #201055. As I have already mentioned, my grandfather lies at the heart of these memories. Edna Earle could sit and ponder all day on how the little tail of the C got through the L in a Coca-Cola sign (Welty, Collected Stories 171). 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