The book came out just as I was moving, and of course I
forgot which box it was in. Finally I’ve read it, and then I needed to mull it
over. I thought it was a good sequel – and yes, I know it was written first –
to To Kill a Mockingbird, a book I have always loved even though it made me
cry.
If you haven’t read it yet, read no farther, because I will
mention details that will spoil the adventure for you.
I’ve heard complaints that the saintly Atticus as portrayed
in the first book was ruined. I disagree. One reviewer stated that the first
book was a little girl learning that her father was God, and the second a woman
learning that he wasn’t. This is true, but it’s not the entire book in either
case. Atticus’s character doesn’t change between the books, not a single iota.
Our knowledge of him, however, deepens in the second. Yes, he attends the
meeting where considerable hatred of black people is spewed, He does not,
however, join in the spewing. And later he explains to Jean Louise that the
person doing most of it came from elsewhere, and attends all such meetings
saying the same hateful things. Atticus is quite clear he doesn’t agree, but
feels he can best serve the community on the inside of this committee. He does,
however, have the parochial attitude towards black people that pretty much
anyone in the rural South at that time had. While he doesn’t hate them, he in
no way considers them equal to white people. The book is very plain, spending
pages discussing it, that Jean Louise is unusual for being ‘color-blind.’
Jean Louise is an outsider. She doesn’t quite fit in
anywhere, not in Maycomb, not in New York. All of Maycomb knows this and expects
odd behavior from her, explained in their minds as “She’s a Finch.” The entire
Finch family is known for being eccentric. And right here is the crux of this
book. In Maycomb, your entire life is determined by your Place. You might not
like your Place, but you can’t get out of it, and trying to – even in a tiny,
well-meant fashion, like a black man trying to be nice to a white girl he
pitied, can be punishable by death. In addition, your Place is determined by
the circumstances into which you were born, which Henry stated beautifully to
Jean Louise, that if he ever stepped out of line, people would shake their head and say that was the Trash coming out in him.
No matter what he does, or how educated he becomes, Henry
will always be Trash. No matter what she does, Jean Louise is a Finch, and will
be seen as eccentric even if she isn’t. For example, the swimming with their
clothes on turned into skinny-dipping in broad daylight to the people of the
town, and nothing will convince them otherwise. In one way this gives her more
freedom, because any odd thing she does will just be chalked up to Finch
Eccentricity.
Her Place in Maycomb dove-tails with her father’s. While he
can effect change in the community from the inside, she can change it from the
outside. She, by her eccentric Finch ways and her New York ideas, and her
color-blindness, can cause the community’s comfort zone to expand. Henry is
being groomed to continue Atticus’s work after he’s gone. Even as Trash, if he’s
careful, he’ll have an expanded Place, thanks to Atticus, leading the community
into the future from the inside. They have both been set as watchmen.
“Love who you will, but marry your own kind,” said the aunt.
This is harsh, but in its way true, although the definition of ‘your own kind’
is different in other places than it was there. To Aunt Alexandrea, it means someone of
your own social status. To most of us these days, it means someone who shares
your values, world view, and your passion in life.
At the end of the book, Jean Louise has shed the last bit of
childhood, and can see her father as a human being, with faults and nobility
mixed, like everyone. She also sees she has a Place in Maycomb, if she chooses
to take it. She can, and probably will for a bit, go back to New York. Sooner
or later she will return to Maycomb, and her Place in it. I don’t think she’ll
ever marry. Jean Louise Finch is unique, and no one is truly her own kind.
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