Matt Smith as The Doctor and Jenna-Louise Coleman as Clara Oswald |
I recently reviewed Wilkie Collins’s Basil (1852) for this blog and mentioned the character of Clara –
the virtuous sexless sister whose pure love serves as a redemptive antidote to
the dangerous and destructive sexuality of Margaret Sherwin. So far, so
standard. Clara, from the Latin, meaning ‘famous’, ‘clear’, ‘bright’, seems an
obviously symbolic choice of name for the fair and angelic woman who tries to
save Basil in his dreams and in reality, and who is spoken of throughout in the
language of praise (‘My sister!—well may I linger over your
beloved name in such a record as this!’).
But
on reflection, I noticed that Basil’s Clara isn't the only fictional Victorian sister
named Clara to have these qualities. Sticking to the world of sensation, there
are two more – this time in the novels of Mary Elizabeth Braddon. First up, Clara
Talboys, in Lady Audley’s Secret
(1862), who is another woman defined by her relationship with her brother. She
says:
‘I have been allowed neither friends nor lovers. My mother
died when I was very young. My father has always been to me what you saw him today.
I have had no one but my brother. All the love that my heart can hold has been
centred upon him.’
And, like Basil’s Clara, her beauty
and worth is located firmly in her capacity for self-sacrificing suffering:
‘His cousin was pretty, his
uncle's wife was lovely, but Clara Talboys was beautiful. Niobe's face,
sublimated by sorrow, could scarcely have been more purely classical than hers.’
Using the classical figure of
Niobe, the archetypal suffering mother,
highlights the sexlessness of Clara’ passion here – and it is this purity,
conversely, which Robert Audley finds so attractive. Throughout the novel, the
other figure Clara is compared with is her brother George (it is the first
thing Robert notices about her: ‘the whole length of the room divided this lady
from Robert, but he could see that she was young, and that she was like George
Talboys’), so much so that Robert’s eventual union with her has been read as a
surrogate for his homosexual longing for his friend. The marriage between these
two – whose passions have been more focussed on Clara’s brother than each other
– is similar to the conclusion of Basil,
where the hero’s life alone with his sister, both unmarried, has incestuous
undertones, and also to Collins’s The Woman
in White (1859), where Marian’s presence in Walter’s household sets up a
strange three-way union where the boundaries between sibling and sexual love
are not clearly determined.
Second, Braddon’s Black Band; or the Mysteries of Midnight (1861-2) deals with the trials
of ballet-girl Clara Melville, whose purity in the face of attempted rapes,
seductions and kidnaps serves as a foil to the immorality of the sexually loose
and murderous Lady Edith, just as Collins’s Clara is contrasted with Margaret,
and Clara Talboys is compared with Lady Audley. Clara is also a sister, who
works long hours to support her family, but, with a sleight of hand which
gestures towards a more controversial viewpoint, Braddon actually goes so far
as to suggest that women who fail to
live up the ideal of sexual purity could have similarly familial motivations. The
narrator says of the ballet-girls who succumb to prostitution:
‘Weep for them;
pity; but do not harshly blame them! Poorly paid at the best, with perhaps a
drunken father or an invalid mother to support- perhaps the only provider for a
band of helpless little sisters – sorely tempted by base and cruel men who hold
the ballet-girl only as a toy made to minister to their amusement , and to be
cast aside for some newer fancy.
‘Weep for them,
poor erring sisters! and remember that frail though many of them may have been,
yet in the ranks of the ballet are still every day to be found devoted
daughters, self-sacrificing sisters, and true and affectionate wives.’
Braddon professes
to maintain a distinction between girls who ‘fall’ and those who do not - her
conclusion that ‘in the ranks of the ballet are still every day to be found’ examples of female virtue, can be read
as suggesting the continuance of some of the performers’ chastity. But the whole
force of the passage works against this distinction.
The repetition of
the word ‘sisters’, along with pathetic adjectives, for the fallen women (‘poor
erring sisters’), the chaste women (‘self-sacrificing sisters’), and the households both groups support
(‘helpless little sisters’) suggests that there is no difference between the
ballet-girls. Domestic feeling can lead to prostitution as these women struggle
to help their families, and, even more directly, the qualities attributed to
those who are ‘true’ - being affectionate, devoted and self-sacrificing - can
be the very qualities which lead to becoming a man’s mistress.
As we see Braddon
and Collins playing with the figure of the pure and selfless sister to
different effect, the question remains about why they choose the name Clara to
do this, beyond its obvious symbolism. The increasing popularity of the name in the
nineteenth century could prove a clue – how fashionable it was across Europe is
suggested by the use of the name in Tchaikovsky’s ballet The Nutcracker (1892) for the heroine, who in Hoffman’s source
story (1816) had been called 'Marie'. But if you come across any more self-sacrificing
nineteenth-century Claras, let me know – this pattern makes the choice of the
name Clara for the Doctor Who companion
who has been a Victorian governess and was ‘born to save the doctor’
particularly apt.
Clara in The Nutcracker |
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Excellent essay. I love Greek literature, Dante, the virtuous heroine of classic literature, Keats, and I love ballet (and I have the same birthday as Tchaikovsky [and Brahms], if it matters). My former piano teacher was educated at the Rimsky-Korsakov Conservatory in St. Petersburg in the 1980s and all of her friends were Kirov ballerinas. When I discovered a signed photo of the great Ulyana Lopatkina on her wall, I asked about her Kirov connections and declared, "Halida, why have you never told me that you knew all the Kirov ballerinas?!" To mention, I was somewhat recently divorced at this time. I've never forgotten her response as she waved her little index finger at me: "Ah, ah, ah, John. They're not all like you think!" Your above essay has made me question why I'm so drawn to virtue, now that I'm sure it's virtue that's forever drawn me to ballet. I think of the scarce display of virtue in our modern world and believe that ballet may be one remaining bastion of hope. I wonder if any ballerinas feel the pressure.
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