Expression Theory, by Megan Mayhew Bergman.
I found this story towards the end of a book titled Almost Famous Women, which takes a fictitious and creative look at, you guessed it, women who nearly became famous in one way or another. You can secure your own copy here or here, if you’re interested. Personally, I discovered this anthology in a local used-bookstore, so always make sure to check out stores near you, as well.
In this particular case, we witness L—Lucia Joyce, daughter of James Joyce and Nora Barnacle—doing her best to express herself while arguing with her mother. The deeper L dives into her mental well of creativity, the more she feels the urge to move—and the less impressed her mother gets.
I have mixed feelings about this one. The imagery L creates is stunning, beautiful, slightly sensual, vivid. The way the conversation happens while she tries to stay tied to her thoughts, I think, unfolds in a very natural way. Neither she not her mother feel like they are true enemies of one another—rather, they just live in different worlds. Different lifestyles. They couldn’t possibly understand each other. And that, I think, is very clear.
On the other hand, the author’s notes on this story tell me she intended to capture the moment when L’s parents decided she had to be sent to an asylum. As far as mental illness goes, I’m no expert in schizophrenic tendencies, but from my perspective it was hard to see anything explicitly wrong with L. She definitely had psychological problems, true, but she seemed like any other creative type to me. Feeling trapped in a non-creative environment is one thing, but being trapped in your own thoughts is another. It could be I’m misinterpreting something, however, so feel free to make your own judgments on that front.
Though I understand the desire to stay away from characterizing James Joyce himself, I felt the story could have improved if we had seen him involved in some way. Again, though, I understand that could lead to some complications, and an even blurrier line between fiction and history, so it’s less of a proper criticism and more just about personal taste.
Still, the language was lovely and the story itself carried nicely. Overall, I think I have to give this one a 3 out of 5. It was a fantastic idea, but I don’t think it came together quite as neatly as I would have preferred. Definitely check it out, however, if you’re into feminism, metaphors, or artistic expressionism.