In the manner of recent catch phrases where someone won’t “confirm
or deny” something, today I am neither recommending nor not recommending that
you read Colm Toibin’s novella “The Testament of Mary” that I recently obtained
from the library and read in one sitting. But if you choose to read it, you may
love it or hate it. You may think it is
blasphemous or a great piece of fiction.
You may embrace the totality of it or think it should be at a minimum
tossed in the trash, and that only
because we don’t burn books. I guarantee
you that regardless of how you react to it, you will spend a lot of time
thinking about it after you put it down. Under certain circumstances in your background, you may need to be brave to read it.
I came to read this book because of a review in the L.A.
Times on April 22, not about the book, which was published last year, but about
the Broadway stage play, which incidentally closed after 16 performances. I was intrigued with what I read about the
how this author presents Mary. And with
my bringing to the book a fairly traditional religious but non-Catholic
acquaintance with the New Testament Mary, the Mary that is the mother of Jesus,
I wondered if I could even be objective to begin with. Since most of you know that I do enjoy books
with a religious bent to them, and since I figured I’d never get to the Broadway
production of it, I’d better read the book.
To start with, Toibin’s Mary is the mother of Jesus but not
because of a virgin birth. She states
that her son is a mere man, not the Son of God.
Toibin begins his story with Mary in her old age, living in Ephesus and
having some contact with what the reader assumes are the “Disciples” as we know
them from the New Testament, but she indicates they really want her cooperation
in documenting him as the Son of God and she says in so many words that she can’t
do it because it isn’t true.
It is Mary’s voice that Toibin writes in. In a short 70-some pages, the reader hears
Mary as she describes things like the resurrecting of Lazarus, the Cana wedding’s
miraculous “changing of water to wine”, other familiar New Testament happenings
and of course, the crucifixion. I must
admit that as simple and beautiful as Toibin's writing is, it is very difficult to
read. What I found surprising is that
regardless of my own position at this time, I found myself holding my breath as
I read powerful words that fly in the face of what I have heard and understood
my entire life.
In November of last year, Mary Gordon, herself a powerful
and poignant writer, ended her review of this book as follows:
For “The Testament of Mary” is a beautiful
and daring work. Originally performed as a one-woman show in Dublin, it takes
its power from the surprises of its language, its almost shocking
characterization, its austere refusal of consolation. The source of this
mother’s grief is as much the nature of humankind as the cruel fate of her own
son. Her prayers are directed not to Yahweh but to Artemis, Greek not Jewish,
chaste goddess of the hunt and of fertility, but no one’s mother. Mary’s final
word on her son’s life and death is the bleak declaration:….” I leave it to you to pursue Gordon’s full
commentary on this amazing book.Interestingly, the Broadway show closed long before it was scheduled to end. The day that it announced it was closing early was also the day it received 3 Tony nominations. The closure was not that there were nightly protests outside the theatre because of what the protesters called blasphemy, but because the nominations were not for any of the biggies (show, lead, etc.). They were for minor technical things – a real snub, according to some. I imagine one can read into that a whole bunch of things, maybe true and maybe not.
At any rate, the play is not the book. The book is out to be read, if you are
interested -- and if you are willing to appreciate a writer’s creativity and his
amazing piece of writing. And brave.
1 comment:
I read "Brooklyn" by Toibin and I will probably look for this one as well. It sounds like it may make some common sense.
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