My Moment with Chopin

Lance Eaton  is a college instructor at several colleges in the greater Boston area, teaching courses on literature, world history, comics, and even monsters.  He writes for several magazies and websites. His areas of research include comics, popular culture, audiobooks, and film.  His musings can be found at http://hitchhikingadjunct.blogspot.com.


I got hooked on reading because Kate Chopin turned me on in a way that I’m still not sure I can talk about in public, not without my cheeks going red.  Keep in mind, Chopin, having been born in 1850, is about 110 years older than me, but she still knows how to press my buttons.


Stories have always been seductive to me.  I hate giving up on a story for fear that I will miss the opportunity for it to redeem itself in the last chapter, leaving me smiling, triumphant and looking for more.  This has of course led me to enjoy some rather questionable stories, graphic novels and TV series, as well as to feel abysmal for sticking to the end of some stories.  But the sinister moment that I knew I was forever fixed on stories—and books in particular—came at the end of Chapter 9 in Kate Chopin’s “The Awakening.”


I was reading the book because someone recommended I incorporate it into my American Literature course.  Now, at face value (actually on pretty much every level), it would seem unlikely for me to fully appreciate it or to have such a deep intimate moment. The book is written by a woman over a hundred years ago about a class of people that are well-enough distant from my own experiences.  Chopin wasn’t writing for me or maybe, if she was, it was to say, “stupid privileged man; this is what your presumptions about the opposite sex lead to.”


It’s hard to say or fully know.  But needless to say, the idea that I would be moved so deeply by a passage from a text about a woman trapped in an unhappy marriage seemed unlikely.  Going into it, I figured this was the 19th century’s “chicklit” and I would appreciate it for its relevance to women’s literature, but not actually be moved by the story.  That dirty woman proved me wrong.


I didn’t see it coming, but by the end of Chapter 9, Kate Chopin would forever go down in my personal history as the woman who deflowered me in a literary sense.  In the scene, the main character, Edna, has been asked by the talented but clearly disliked Ms. Reisz to name a song for Reisz to play.  When Reisz takes to the piano, Edna is seized by the overwhelming and emotional power of the music (channeled by Reisz).  With imagery and titillating hints, Chopin builds and builds upon the scene, creating a strong and powerful tension that is tangible, “But the very passions themselves were aroused within her soul, swaying it, lashing it, as the waves daily beat upon her splendid body. She trembled, she was choking, and the tears blinded her.”


The scene is orgasmic; and while I did grow up in the Internet age, where pornography was a few clicks of a mouse away, I still get hot and bothered every time I re-read this scene.  Like the book’s title, “The Awakening,” I witnessed my own awakening upon reading this passage, and realized the power of words and subtext.  Stories are wonderful things, but what goes on below the surface (think Jaws) can be even more full of impact.


The impression didn’t end there; or rather, Chopin’s ability to open that door within me opened others.  The specific scene was my lightning rod for understanding how deeply and on what levels written works can operate.  That doesn’t necessarily mean it will be an ignition point for others.  The how and why I was triggered by Chopin’s musical orgy is still not clear to me, but I believe it’s a moment that so many of us can experience when we open ourselves to the words and moments writers try to capture.

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4 thoughts on “My Moment with Chopin

  1. Lance: Here is certainly something powerful and intriguing about the rhythm and movement of narrative text, some sense that language can intensify desire. I often wonder if visual narrative ( cinema, fo example) operates with equal intensity. What do you think? Is there a difference?

  2. Hi Bob,

    Thanks for the compliments! As for visual narrative–can it be equally powerful and rhythmic; I’m inclined to say yes. One area I see this is comics and the way a text like “Maus” by Art Spiegelman can move or intensify emotion (such as in Maus II when the Jews/mice are being burned in Auschwitz is particularly haunting and vexing. So in this case, imagery intensifies disgust (without being extremely vulgar), I have no doubt it can do likewise for desire…actually if you think about the entire advertising industry, it’s about enhancing desire through visual images in many ways.

  3. Lance,
    this is a great blog posting. Firstly, many people have recommended “The Awakening” to me because I am a feminist, and her work has caused a lot of controversy due to her sex. I cannot give a reason why I have yet to read it, but your posting has convinced me to put it on my summer reading list.

    I also love the way you described the sexuality and sensuality in the book. The line you quoted has hooked me! The movement in that quote is beautiful and erotic.

    The way you feel about Chopin is the way I feel about Dan Brown’s character Robert Langdon. 🙂

  4. The concept that come books can almost overwhelm the senses of the reader is true. I have had a similar experience, although mine was while reading Herman Hesse’s “Siddhartha” and again when I read “The Stranger” by Albert Camus. These two books were similar in that the story, the emotions of the narrators, the epiphanies they had, somehow they enticed me and when they did I was unable to put the books down. Books and moments like these not only renew a person’s love of reading but they, at least in my case, change you. Whether it be a small passage, a poem, or the story itself, some literary pieces have the power to change your entire outlook on life and those pieces are priceless.

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