Barbba
Barbba
Barbba
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Barbara Celarent*
University of Atlantis
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her new school and especially its feminist and pro-African headmistress
Germaine Le Goff. (Bâ’s first published work was actually a school piece,
on the writer Chateaubriand.)
Once graduated, Bâ became a schoolteacher and eventually an in-
spector of schools. In the late 1960s she turned to active feminism, and
at some point in the 1970s, with the strong encouragement of woman
friends, she took up fiction. So Long a Letter grew directly out of Bâ’s
feminist commitments, as its dedication makes clear: “To all women and
to men of good will.”
Like Elizabeth Cady Stanton and many other early feminist militants,
however, Bâ was also essentiellement mère, in her daughter’s words. Im-
mediately after graduation from school, Bâ married a flamboyant older
man with three children. But he wanted an old-style relationship, and
after four years and three more children, Bâ divorced him. She quickly
remarried (a quiet physician, with whom she had another child) and then
divorced again. In the 1950s, she met Obèye Diop, a brilliant young
socialist intellectual and journalist, who became her third husband and
the father of another nine children. Diop’s career in the 1950s was spec-
tacular, taking him to the Colonial Council, the secretaryship of state for
technical and professional education, and a position as minister of infor-
mation, before he fell from power in a 1962 Senghorian housecleaning
that followed a coup scare.
As Bâ’s daughter (Mame Coumba Ndiaye) made clear in her 2007
memoir, the Diop/Bâ menage was wildly exciting: intellectual, committed,
passionate, and loving, if often argumentative. Both partners were pre-
occupied with work and family, but the one was very public while the
other was very private. Diop’s work kept him on the move, while Bâ’s
kept her near home. Diop had little concern for worldly things, while Bâ
loved clothes, jewelry, and style (all African, for she gave up Western
clothing after the 1950s), not to mention that there were 13 children of
varying ages and paternity. This extraordinary household eventually
broke up over differences between its passionate principals, and Bâ es-
tablished herself independently in Dakar. She was almost immediately
taken ill and died August 17, 1981, at 52, with a second novel (Scarlet
Song) virtually finished and a third in design.
All these complexities are sea-changed into a rich, jewel-like novel. So
Long a Letter details the reflections of Ramatoulaye, a Senegalese widow,
from the day of her husband’s death until the time when her mourning
has ended and she can receive the visit of her oldest friend, Aissatou.
Because Islamic mourning customs require seclusion, the novel takes the
form of a diary/letter written for that friend. In this text are reviewed all
the possible vagaries of a middle-class, middle-aged West African
woman’s life: motherhood, polygamy, betrayal, triumph, duty, religion,
friendship, and, occasionally, happiness.
The full story emerges not as a narrative but in complex and overlap-
ping flashbacks. It starts with betrayal revealed: Ramatoulaye almost
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Zola or the more dramatic Dickens and Balzac. For many years, none of
this was felt to be appropriate for social science readers except as amuse-
ment. Eventually, we saw that Trollope was every bit the sociologist that
Goffman was; his dissection of upper-class life in mid-19th-century Britain
cannot be surpassed, however fictional it might be. Perhaps, we saw,
fiction is not really a bar to social science, at least in the right hands.
As for a focus on individual lives and the first-person standpoint, non-
fictional biography/autobiography has served as a method from time to
time in social science, but has never been fully legitimized. First emerging
in the Progressive Era casework literature, biographical documents were
widely used in early studies of crime and immigration; the “life course”
tradition continued them fitfully throughout the 20th century. But even
then the “life course” did not really succeed as social science until it
translated itself into the language of generalization and variables. Only
in ethnography did the first-person voice stabilize as social science, and
the epistemological hypochondrias of the later 20th century questioned
even that. It was well after 2000 that a serious sociology of the individual
began.
That sociology of the individual has reflected a theoretical unification,
at last, of explanation and narrative, for the final—and most vexing—
question raised by So Long a Letter is the question of narration, and in
particular first-person narration. A long and distinguished literature has
pitted history against sociology as modes of apprehending the social. But
that literature has focused on grand questions of explanation. It has too
little theorized the microscopic interweaving of social experience. The
phenomenologists attempted that theory, to be sure, but their sociological
followers grew unadventurous, illustrating their masters’ ideas rather than
extending them. It was therefore rather the “individual turn” in the social
sciences after 2010 that provided the impetus to and data for the theo-
retical interweaving of explanation and narrative. And a surprisingly large
amount of that theory came from the profound contemplation of the great
sociologists who happened to write narrative fiction, writers like Trollope,
Balzac, and, of course, Bâ. It is not only refreshing to read a book that
grasps in 90 pages the narrative experience of social living; it is also an
important theoretical challenge.
What exactly was it about reading works like So Long a Letter that
led to the new theories? Most important, we learned something about
objectification. First-person, experiential social science, whether fictional
or not, resists objectification. Bâ does not construct theoretical arguments.
She coins no terms. One cannot, for example, cite her book to support
the theory that “religious commitment trumps gender commitment,” even
though Ramatoulaye—like Bâ herself—through all her gender tribula-
tions never lets go of her unshakable commitment to Islam. For within
the one commitment, the other reappears and disciplines the one as if
they were dancing together. Ramatoulaye obeys all the rules of Muslim
mourning, but the contempt with which she rejects her brother-in-law’s
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marriage. But he refuses, still trapped in an earlier Islam that places love
within duty. And when, finally, Ramatoulaye is tested by a daughter’s
unplanned, unannounced pregnancy, she “sought refuge in God, as at
every moment of crisis.” But the new self is quickly forgiving; “One is a
mother in order to love without beginning or end.”
In the new readings, the novel concerns the rediscovery of Islam, of
surrender to God’s will. They move from feminist politics of a somewhat
traditional sort—how to advance the interests of women—to the different
question of how humans live religious lives that are simultaneously social
and personally fulfilling. The privatization of religion in the Christian
West surrendered to Islam the lead in imagining such patterns for religious
living in social worlds. Little surprise then that the Muslim Bâ captures
this performative quality of religion. Ramatoulaye has always “been re-
ligious.” But to “be” a Muslim (or any other religion) is not to be something,
but to be aware that one is in the process of becoming something. Religion
is thus a particular form of performative articulation between the becom-
ing person, the social process, and the natural world in which both person
and process find themselves. It is from novels and other such biographical
works that this insight has come—the rooting of what we used to call
“institutions” in particular kinds of articulations of selves and groups.
But one need not know the detailed turns of sociological theory to know
the greatness of this book. One needs only an open mind and an inquiring
heart. So short a novel. So long a message.
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