Saturday, November 24, 2018

Thinking about Laura’s Compassion in Katherine Mansfield’s The Garden Party


Ph Vivian
September 2017



In The Garden Party, Katherine Mansfield has drawn a social realistic canvas with two contrastive pieces of colours in which Laura’s compassion is the tenuous sole stroke existing in a society of people from different walks of life.

Laura is a young lady from the upper class. She, as any other nobles in the society, leads a luxurious, well-off life. She lives in a big splendid bright house with pearls and flowers where the presence of laughter is regularly and the absence of sorrow is always. However, in the Garden Party, to some extent, Laura is a sensitive girl when she is impressed that one workman stops to smell lavender, when she delights in the busy sounds of the house, she can even feel the little breezes blowing through the doors, and the sunshine alighting here and there. And above all, although living in wealth, she also possesses a sense of compassion. She muses that she would get along well with those simple workmen and wouldn’t let class distinctions get in the way. She is conscious of her class though, she wants to get along with the lower ones.

Laura’s family is boisterously preparing a party in the family garden where all the luxury is exhibited from a meticulous beautiful cup to fashionable dresses and dances which are intrinsically born for the silk-stocking. Then the Godber’s man comes and informs that a young cart driver was killed that morning when his horse reared on the street. The man’s name was Scott and he had lived in a cottage just down the road from the Sheridans in a settlement of commoners. He left a wife and five children. Young sensitive Laura was moved hearing the news. She calls Jose aside and tells her the garden party must be called off. From my perspective, such thinking is as beautiful as a flower blooming on a stone. People could not achieve full happiness when the others’ sorrow still exists in front of their eyes. Down the hill, there is a poor family of commoners suffering from their immense lost – their very husband and father, the backbone of the family. It seems that there is nothing more mournful than death. As far as I am concerned, Laura’s compassion, no matter how weak it is, has a sense of thorough understanding. Love and compassion are necessary. They are not luxury. Without them, humanity cannot survive. A couple of lines in Mahabharata – a Great Epic of Bharata Dynasty – run like this:
-         What is the most wondering thing in the world, Yudhisthira?
-         The most wondering thing in the world is all around us, people can be died and we don’t realize it can happen to us, reply Yuhhisthira.  

Those sentences have reminded us the reason that we come to this life. So what is compassion, we may ask? Compassion is the ability of realizing clearly the nature of sorrow. Compassion is also one’s ability of standing firmly to realize that he/she will not be apart from the sorrow. Laura to some extent shares the feeling of the commoners’ family’s grief. She wants to stop the party and visit the victim’s house. Although young Laura’s compassion is so feeble that she comes there with a velvet streamer on her head, the pride of class consciousness is still running in her blood, and when people are looking at her, she wishes she hadn’t come, she wishes she were anywhere but here with all of those eyes staring at her, this would be an unforgettable milestone in her life. She has grown up witnessing the death man which she has never seen before. “There lay a young man, fast asleep – sleeping so soundly, so deeply, that he was far, far away from them both. Oh, so remote, so peaceful. He was dreaming. Never wake him up again. His head was sunk in the pillow, his eyes were closed; they were blind under the closed eyelids. He was given up to his dream. What did garden-parties and baskets and lace frocks matter to him? He was far from all those things. He was wonderful, beautiful.” And the Laura speaks to him: “Forgive my hat.”


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