The fairies were still there when we were children but we never saw them; because, a hundred years before that, the priest of Domremy had held a religious function under the tree and denounced them as being blood kin of the Fiend and barred out from redemption; and then he warned them never to show themselves again ⌠on pain of perpetual banishment from that parish.
(Twain 13)
The children of the village continue to hang wreaths on the tree âas a perpetual sign to the fairies that they were still loved and rememberedâ (14), and so the children are utterly dismayed when an adult woman accidentally stumbles upon the fairiesâ secret revels and thus brings the threatened banishment upon them. Joan of Arc is, unfortunately, sick with a fever at the time, and so she learns of the fairiesâ fate belatedly, at which point she upbraids the priest responsible. The young saint-to-be flies into a passion, telling him that the fairies âcommitted no sin, for there was no intent to commit oneâ (16) and, moreover, that the children who loved them had rightsârights that should have been respected. Though the priest, chagrined by Joanâs tirade, acknowledges his error, it is too late; the Fairy Tree âwas not quite the same afterwardsâ (15), in spite of the fact that it remains âdearâ to the children even in the fairiesâ absence.
Perhaps the oddest thing about this fictional incident is that Mark Twain wrote it. Twain, who scoffed at saints and their relics in The Innocents Abroad, here, with a completely straight face, makes a saint his heroine and declares her âthe most noble life that was ever born into this world save only One [presumably Jesusâalso an oddly sincere note for Twain]â (Twain 2). Twain not only wrote Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc but also declared it the âbest of all [my] booksâ (quoted in Warfield 262).1 Aside from its subject matter, the novel strikes many as stylistically uncharacteristic for Twain: it mostly lacks humor, and it rehashes nineteenth-century sentimental tropes regarding pious female children. Joan is âthe most innocent, the most lovely, the most adorableâ child âthe ages have producedâ (Twain ix). Perhaps even more strangely, the novel introduces fairies as a significant plot element in Joan of Arcâs story. Yet it is the fairies that make sense of the saint: for Twain, âa âvivid pictureâ of Joanâs life can only be believable if it is âfabulous,â a fairy taleâ (Fulton 138). As Albert E. Stone has previously argued, the Fairy Tree in Joanâs village of Domremyâabout which the children play, and which appears to them as a vision before their deaths later in lifeâis âthe central symbolic vehicle for Mark Twainâs pastoraleâ (15). The episode in which the young child Joan upbraids the village priest for unjustly banishing the fairies from Domremy functions both as foreshadowing of Joanâs own treatment at the hands of the Church and as Twainâs own lament for the disenchantment of the world.2 Similarly, after Joanâs death, the ârich worldâ is âmade empty and poorâ (Twain 457), as the narrator reflects toward the novelâs end. For Twain, then, the saint is essentially a fairy, and Joan is a martyr for childhood wonder more than for devotion to Christ.
The narratorâs lament regarding the world âmade empty and poorâ bears considerable resemblance to philosopher Charles Taylorâs distinction between the premodern âporousâ world and the modern âbufferedâ world (a variation on the secularization thesis that postsecularism challenges). According to Taylor, for the âporous selfâ of the past, the world is saturated with the divine, and it is impossible to maintain any distinct boundary between the self and the spiritual forces present in the world. In addition, for the porous self, meaning is not created by the human mind alone. For the porous self, the distinction between natural and supernatural would be unthinkable. We modern, buffered selves, by contrast, can view ourselves as separate from the world and from the spiritual realm. The buffered self is, as Taylor phrases it, the âmaster of the meanings of thingsâ (38)âbut with this mastery comes a sense of diminishment. This sense of diminishment is one of the reasons for attempts to re-enchant the world in the nineteenth centuryâfirst in Romanticism and later in the Victorian obsession with fairies.
The genres used at a particular time for writing about saints matter: fairies, in the late nineteenth century, are nice to have around to make the world more magical, but they are unlikely to challenge anything other than adult credulity. Sieur Louis de Conte, Twainâs narrator and alter ego (note that the initials are the same as Samuel Langhorne Clemensâs), knew Joan in childhood but narrates from the perspective of a jaded, embittered old man resigned to living the buffered world, a world emptied of spiritual forces. Sieur le Comte, while technically still living in the medieval era, is nostalgic for the premodern âporousâ world but only for its safe, decorative elements. While Joanâs inquisitors accuse her of consorting with demons, no one in the novel seems to view such beings as real; the Christian saints who appear and speak to Joan are portrayed only hazily. Fairies are somehow more believable than either demons or saints. As Stone writes of the Fairy Tree, it is
a pagan sign, not specifically Christian, being associated with children, fairies, open fields, and animals of the forest rather than with Saint Catherine and Saint Margaret. Furthermore, it signifies a Paradise existing eternally in the past, not a future Christian heaven.
(17)3
Twainâs depiction of the saint reflects the late nineteenth centuryâs nostalgia for porosity, and the fairy story is the perfect genre to represent that nostalgia. Genre is closely tied to the textâs attitude toward the past. As Joe B. Fulton argues, Twain âemploys the elements of fairy tale to create a believable fictionâas fictionâ (121). Fairies are more âbelievableâ than saints who battle literal demons, and thus âthe fairy tale elements serve to blunt the âofficialâ hagiographic elementsâ (114). In Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc, fantasy becomes a way of picking and choosing the elements of medieval sainthood that are desirableâalbeit inaccessible.
A similar alignment of saints with fairies, this time not by an agnostic American Protestant, but by a devout British Catholic, occurs in William Cantonâs 1898 A Childâs Book of Saints. Canton, however, uses the device of fairies not to imply some enchanted past where saints and fairies were equally believable, but to transition from a childâs ânaturalâ love of imaginary fairies to the love of real saints. The author-narrator begins the book by describing a walk with his 8-year-old daughter W.V., during which the two imagine that the trees are church attended by âOak-girls and Oak-boysâ (Canton 3). In their fancy, the mundane signs warning forest visitors, âCaution. Persons breaking, climbing upon, or otherwise damaging âŚâ should instead say, âThis way to the North Star Churchâ or âThe public are requested not to disturb the Elves, Birch-ladies, and Oak-menâ (Canton 4). Even better than admonitory signs, the narrator says, would be âto have a different fairy-tale written up in clear letters on each of the boards, and a seat close by where one could rest and read comfortablyâ (4â5). This is when the narrator makes his move to the enchanted reality of the saints:
I told her there were several forests I had explored, in which something like that was really done; only the stories were not fairy-tales, but legends of holy men and women; and among the branches of the trees were fixed most beautifully coloured glass pictures of those holy people, who had all lived and died, and some of whom had been buried, in those forests, hundreds of years go.
(5)
Here the forest and its fairies are but a type that find their fulfillment in the church and its saints.
Cantonâs narratorâs nostalgia, however, is similar to that of Sieur Louis de Conte. At the close of the book, he takes a walk with W.V. at sunset and sees, amid the pleasant farms and fields, a âhalf-finished roadâ on which stands a âsteam-rollerâ (250). âI think even W.V. felt it strange to see this new road so brusquely invading the ancient fieldsâ (250), he reflects, and then once more makes plain his allegory:
Thinking of the [saintsâ] stories in my book, it seemed to me that the scene before me was a figure of the change that took place when the life we know invaded and absorbed the strange mediaeval life which we know no longer, and which it is now so difficult to realise.
(250â1)
Technology and âprogressâ cut us off from the past of both saints and fairies, for Canton. Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc and A Childâs Book of Saints may be written by authors whose religious affiliations could not be more different, but they both partake of the nostalgia for an enchanted world of the medieval past, a nostalgia communicated through the vehicle of the fairy story. Together, they show that textsâ construction of the saint-infused past reveals more about the time of the textsâ writing than about the medieval era depicted.