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1996, the best year in movie history, pt. 20: Mary Reilly

A respected physician concocts a drug that, for a few hours at a time, allows him to assume the appearance of another man. So disguised, he commits heinous crimes. He avoids detection by taking a drug that restores his original appearance. After several of these transformations, however, the persona of the criminal comes to dominate that of the physician.

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A myth, in the technical sense of C.S. Lewis’s An Experiment in Criticism, is a story or situation that, even in barest outline, affects an audience; that is, a myth creates an effect no matter whether its telling has literary merit. (Even so, Lewis says, a person capable of being affected by myth seems, invariably, to have literary sensitivity. Lewis offers this as an observation about audiences, not as a part of myth’s definition.)

Imagine, for example, a person who has never learned the story of Jekyll and Hyde. If my artless summary at the beginning of this entry evokes the right sort of response in such a person – specifically, a response that is “grave” (p. 44) and “aweful” (p. 48) – then that story has “mythical quality” (p. 42). (Lewis himself names the Jekyll and Hyde story as an example of modern myth.)

To further explain how myth is “extra-literary,” Lewis says that one of myth’s defining characteristics is that “those who have got at the same myth through Natalis Comes, Lemprière, Kingsley, Hawthorne, Robert Graves, or Roger Green have a mythical experience in common” (p. 43).

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In Mary Reilly, we get a retelling of the Jekyll and Hyde myth – one that doesn’t contain precisely the same characters and episodes of Stevenson’s novella but nonetheless conforms to the essential summary given above. The interesting question, so far as Lewis’s theory of myth goes, is whether the same mythical experience is had in common by those who approach the myth through Stevenson (or, for that matter, through my bare summary) and those who approach it through the movie.

For there is a difference. The movie might have been called Sympathy for Dr Jekyll. The main project of Mary Reilly is to give the audience a perspective from which to sympathize with Jekyll – and even, to some extent, with Hyde. This is achieved through the character of Mary, one of the housemaids in Jekyll’s employ.

The movie begins with Jekyll’s fascination with Mary. As Roger Ebert describes it:
Why is Jekyll drawn to her? Because of her scars. He asks her about them, and finally she reveals that she was beaten as a child, and locked in a closet with rats. And yet she refuses to say she hates her father for his treatment of her. This powerfully attracts Jekyll, who already feels that the Hyde side of his nature is beyond human acceptance. If Mary cannot hate her father, perhaps she cannot hate Jekyll and his secret; that would make her the only human soul with sympathy for the suffering doctor.
The movie shows Mary drawing closer to Jekyll even as his other acquaintances recoil further from his increasing strangeness. It might have been tempting to suggest some weirdness in Mary, so that she and Jekyll, or she and Hyde, could be kindred spirits. But the movie doesn’t do this. Mary has no attraction to suffering as such. But she is a decent person who responds to others’ needs, even as Jekyll’s and Hyde’s needs are revealed to be convoluted and repulsive.

If, as the myth suggests, people are conflicted between public good and private evil, then this telling of it shows why they might still reach out to others for understanding, and why, in so doing, they impose demands (for Jekyll and Hyde impose demands on Mary). Mary Reilly explores these impulses more carefully than other tellings of the Jekyll and Hyde tale, and it does so from the perspective of one from whom understanding is demanded. This is what distinguishes it from other versions. It doesn’t allow the horror to be kept at arm’s length.

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Lewis would say that this cinematic version breaks one of his other rules about myths, which is that “human sympathy is at a minimum” (p. 44). Well, then: are stories mythical only in bare outline? Do they cease to be mythical once the details are filled in? Is myth like color, which washes out the more closely you peer under a microscope?

I don’t know how Lewis would answer. I do think, however, that the story as told in Mary Reilly loses none of its gravity and “awefulness” though it evokes sympathy. Perhaps Lewis ought to retract his no-sympathy rule.

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Ebert describes how most of the action of Mary Reilly occurs on “a few vast yet claustrophobic sets”:
We see Jekyll’s library, filled with books to intimidate the uneducated housemaid. His operating theater, a Victorian monstrosity with tiers of seats for observers, looking down into the circles of hell. His laboratory, behind the house, usually locked, reached by a strange walkway suspended from chains. His bedroom, which one day is covered with blood, even on the ceiling.
The set design is, indeed, unsettling; otherwise, this is far from the most accomplished movie I’ve reviewed. Julia Roberts’s performance as Mary is touching and believable insofar as the viewer is able to suspend disbelief about her inauthentic Irish accent. John Malkovich, who plays both Jekyll and Hyde, also speaks like a non-native, but this is less noticeable because he exudes oddness in everything he does. I’m not sure whether having an oddball play Jekyll is the best choice; the division between Jekyll and Hyde might have been starker if Jekyll had been more bland, at least at the beginning.

But, as with any great myth, it isn’t the details that matter. Mary Reilly takes a good story and makes us think of it differently by changing the perspective from which it comes to us.

Samuel, cont.

Here I’ve posed Samuel next to a Penguin Classic to show his size. (See his arms flail.)


We brought him home on Friday. Since then, he’s been to church, where the congregants queued up to greet him; to Wendy’s, where he insisted on being fed in the parking lot; to a house that my parents are thinking of buying; and to my grandparents’ house.

There are many other photos I could show, but I’ll just offer two in which Samuel is acknowledged by the kitties, who seem enormous. Little Ziva looks like a horse.



This wasn’t their first encounter with Samuel. Upon first meeting him, Jasper sniffed once and then bolted under the bed. Ziva quickly followed.

Samuel operates on Tokyo time. He sleeps most of the day and wails most of the night. His wail isn’t WAAH, WAAH so much as uh-LAAH, uh-LAAH.

… and called his name Samuel, saying, Because I have asked him of the LORD

Would you like to see photos of our new son?

From yesterday:



From today:



The previous photo highlights my own traits, I think. Most of the time, the boy looks more like Karin (and especially Karin’s dad).





His name is Samuel David.

We’ve been attended, excellently, by about two dozen nurses and doctors, and received ten different visitors (several, more than once). Our little room has been the site of considerable traffic.

I brought fifteen books to the hospital. My goal is to finish reading the shortest one, The Lost Honor of Katharina Blum (140 pp.), by Heinrich Böll. I don’t think I’ll meet it: we expect to leave the hospital tomorrow.

Karin also has a goal, which is to feed Samuel, from the breast, every two or three hours. This is an even greater challenge. His tongue is tethered, and he reclines only in certain positions due to a fracture of his clavicle. Throughout his first night, he spat out phlegm. Already, life is hard for him – and he’s reasonably healthy.

Is it good to bring a new person into existence? I’ve often wondered. Hannah, in I Samuel, had her reasons, and Karin & I have ours. What we agree on is that this child is from, and for, the LORD.

A plan for success

So here’s the plan.

(1) Karin takes the day off from work; maybe goes to the mall, walks up and down, prepares her muscles.

(2) She takes tomorrow off, too, for more of the same.

(3) If, by 7:00 tomorrow evening, she hasn’t begun laboring, we check in to the hospital.

(4) On Wednesday, someone takes our car to get an oil change. Karin produces our son.

Our dwelling is about as ready as we’ll make it. Today, looking for more to do, we separated unexpired grocery coupons from expired ones. Then we slept a little. Karin is still sleeping. I might put away our ironing board.

Still waiting

Our little son, whose name will be Hamish Macbeth (not really), refuses to come out of his mother.

The doctor says that if he hasn’t been born by Monday, we’ll make a “birthing plan.”

There’s little else to report. I finished reading Down a Dark Hall by Lois Duncan:


It was a slow burn, but the last pages were – as kids these days like to say – fire.

(Its cinematic adaptation, released in 2018, isn’t well regarded.)

Next, to read another boarding school classic: Joan Lindsay’s Picnic at Hanging Rock. Copies have become readily available due to the popularity of the new miniseries. I’ve only seen the movie of 1975. It’s one of my favorites.

A truce

… has been declared. The protesting has (mostly) ceased. President Moreno has repealed the controversial Decree 833, which made fuel more costly for citizens. Together with the protestors, he’s negotiating a new law.

The unrest left a death toll of six or seven (I’ve seen conflicting reports).

Ecuadorian citizens and businesses lost a great deal of money due to looting, vandalism, work stoppages, etc. Apart from this, the protestors destroyed hundreds of millions of dollars of exportable oil.

President Moreno has accused his predecessor, Rafael Correa, of conspiring with Nicolás Maduro of Venezuela to overthrow Ecuador’s government.

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Ecuador lost a “friendly” soccer match against Argentina, six goals to one. I’m somewhat alarmed. No one else is. The Ecuadorian players have the excuse that they were distracted by the country’s turmoil.

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Ana and Ada have returned to Texas, along with David, who, for a couple of days, also visited South Bend.

Some photos of Ada and me:



My own child is due to be born tomorrow (which isn’t to say he will be). Currently, he weighs about 9 lbs.

October’s poem

… is by the Puritan, Anne Bradstreet. It’s called “Before the Birth of One of Her Children.”

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All things within this fading world hath end,
Adversity doth still our joyes attend;
No ties so strong, no friends so dear and sweet,
But with death’s parting blow is sure to meet.
The sentence past is most irrevocable,
A common thing, yet oh inevitable.
How soon, my Dear, death may my steps attend,
How soon’t may be thy Lot to lose thy friend,
We are both ignorant, yet love bids me
These farewell lines to recommend to thee,
That when that knot’s untied that made us one,
I may seem thine, who in effect am none.
And if I see not half my dayes that’s due,
What nature would, God grant to yours and you;
The many faults that well you know I have
Let be interr’d in my oblivious grave;
If any worth or virtue were in me,
Let that live freshly in thy memory
And when thou feel’st no grief, as I no harms,
Yet love thy dead, who long lay in thine arms.
And when thy loss shall be repaid with gains
Look to my little babes, my dear remains.
And if thou love thyself, or loved’st me,
These o protect from step Dames injury.
And if chance to thine eyes shall bring this verse,
With some sad sighs honour my absent Herse;
And kiss this paper for thy loves dear sake,
Who with salt tears this last Farewel did take.
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I also worry, sometimes.

News and visitors from Ecuador

Most readers will have heard of Ecuador’s latest political unrest (summarized here). Briefly, transport workers and the indígenas have been striking against the government’s austerity measures, and especially against the cutting of fuel subsidies (this was done to comply with borrowing conditions set by the International Monetary Fund). Thousands have marched on Quito, blocking roads. President Lenín Moreno has moved the government to Guayaquil.

It was clear that after Rafael Correa’s presidency, Ecuador would shift back toward the right; what wasn’t clear was how far or how speedily. In the election of 2016, I favored Moreno, the candidate of Correa’s party, because I thought he’d shift more gradually than his opponents would. But Correa already had made Ecuador cripplingly indebted to China; and now, perhaps out of necessity, Moreno has resumed dealings with the IMF, which, in the late 1990s, had insisted on detrimentally austere financial measures as borrowing conditions for Latin American countries. From 1997 to 2005, several Ecuadorian presidents were toppled after enacting austerity measures. I fear that history is about to repeat itself.

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My parents arrived in South Bend yesterday to visit little Ada and my own child (whenever he’s born). But it wasn’t easy for them to get here. They traveled from Santo Domingo to Quito several days early, during a lull in the protests. Then they went to the airport twenty hours before takeoff. Had they not done those things, they wouldn’t have made it through.

Anyhow, they’re here. This morning they’re at the Social Security office, dealing with the obstinate bureaucracy of the United States.

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On Tuesday, I got a couple of shots. They made me ache as with fever. I was especially miserable yesterday. This morning, my arms still hurt, but I seem to be on the up-and-up.

Ada; “Lava”; a golazo; a textbook

Much fawning over little Ada. She’s quite a pretty baby, and rather anxious.

Fortunately, she’s calmed by the “Lava” song. I’ve heard it played to her fifteen times in the last three days.

(Mary has made a playlist of Hawaiian music for Ada. I suggested adding the version of “Nothing Compares 2 U” performed by the Coconutz, from the movie Forgetting Sarah Marshall.)

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Yesterday, West Ham United enacted one of the nicer pre-goal buildups I’d seen in some time. I was pleased when the ball went in the net. (Crystal Palace won the game, however.)

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My Uncle Tim lent a textbook I’ve long wanted to peruse: The Norton Introduction to Philosophy (second edition).

A few remarks:

(1) The body text fonts are quite small. One doesn’t get the same impression previewing the pages online.

(2) Surely, much of the painstaking editorial content has been honed over dozens or hundreds of class lectures. Some of it, however, seems too opinionated:
Paley’s argument is sometimes taken to be an argument from analogy. … But arguments from analogy are notoriously weak. (27–28)
I can’t find any explanation of why such arguments are weak.

Instead, an example is offered:
Living things are like watches. Watches are made in factories. Therefore, living things are made in factories. (28)
But an example of a bad inductive argument is offered, too:
In the past, every time a presidential election has been held in the United States, the winning candidate has been a man. Therefore, in the future, every time a presidential election is held in the United States, the winning candidate will be a man. (xlix)
What’s more, concede the editors, it “turns out to be impossible” for there to be “some formal test for distinguishing the good inductive arguments from the bad ones” (xlix, cont.).

The editors suggest that this difficulty is handled by “the theory of statistical inference.” But, as far as I can tell, they don’t say what this theory is or how it handles the difficulty. Still, they issue no blanket condemnation of induction.

There may be a powerful reason for holding that analogical arguments are much less adequate than inductive ones; however, an explanation accessible to beginners is lacking. Such an explanation may be impossible to provide. My complaint, though, is that readers are left to take the comparative inadequacy of analogical argumentation on faith, though it isn’t admitted that this is what they’re left to do.

(3) Speaking of faith, the volume mixes classic readings with new articles that spell out “cutting edge” positions on the same topics; and faith is the topic of the article that I read tonight, “When Is Faith Rational?” by Lara Buchak.

There is much to commend Buchak’s view, and I think its gist probably is intelligible to the bright undergraduate reader who perseveres to the last page. The presentation is also helped by some well-chosen examples.

Alas, at key argumentative steps, the article simply refers to formal presentations in Buchak’s other work. This is unhelpful to readers who’ll have little further exposure to philosophy. Interesting and relevant though Buchak’s view may be, I worry that the argument for it just isn’t accessible to the book’s intended readers.

Perhaps, also, other new readings have been included because they present views that, like Buchak’s, are exciting and “trendy” and maybe even true, rather than because they help the novice to learn to philosophize. But I wouldn’t accept this conclusion purely on the basis of analogy. I’d have to read more of the volume to find out.

Birthdays; visitors; dinners; autumn; Ray Bradbury; hyphens

Happy birthday to Karin! She looks about to burst, but the doctors say she could remain pregnant for three more weeks.

Tonight’s dinner was provided by Karin’s mom and grandpa.

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Happy birthday, also, to our sister-in-law Ana, who has flown up from Texas with Ada, our new niece.

Karin & I saw them yesterday, and then we were all fed by our Aunt Lorena & Uncle John.

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Not many leaves have fallen, but the weather is unambiguously autumnal.

I remarked that this is Ray Bradbury Month.

Mary: “What? You’re going to name your child Ray Bradbury?”

John-Paul: “No.”

When a nosy person asks what our child’s name will be – as Karin’s mom did, again, tonight – I say, “His name will be John-Paul-Karin.”