What I'm Reading #32: The Help (Kathryn Stockett)

The Help, by Kathryn Stockett

Thanks again to Audible.com for allowing me to "read" a book I probably wouldn't have taken the time to sit down and read on my own. Heck, thanks to them for getting me to consume a novel during the semester! I've heard a lot about The Help—who hasn't?—and after letting a friend's copy sit on my shelf all summer only to be returned unread, I decided that audio was the best way to go.

This book tells the story of African-American maids and the white women for which they work in a community in Jackson, Mississippi in the 1960s. The book has three alternating narrators: two maids, Abilene and Minny, and a young white woman named Skeeter.

If you know me at all, you know that racial angst is coming in this post, but for now I'll set that aside and say that when I bracketed that and simply inhabited the world this book creates for the reader (or listener), this is a good read. The characters are fascinating and likable; the context is ripe with dramatic irony, teetering on the edge of a cultural shift as hints of a changing outside world occasionally creep into the pristine southern gentility; there is humor; and there is suspense, but not so much that you feel like you're being jerked around.

One thing that I liked about this book is that it shows that sometimes people are brave by accident...or, should I say, by habit. The main plot thread involves Skeeter, an aspiring journalist, interviewing maids for an anonymous book aimed at revealing what it is really like to work for a southern white woman. Skeeter dives into the project in hopes of impressing publishers at Harper and Row, not realizing until very late in the game (if at all) just how dangerous it is for her and for the maids. At least at first, there is nothing particularly heroic or justice-oriented about Skeeter, and I like the image of bravery not as something grandiose, something decided and sought after, but something for which a person is somehow formed whether they realize it or not.

On to the racial angst (or whatever).

The first thing I did after finishing the book was to do a Google image search for the author, Kathryn Stockett. She is, like me, petite and blonde. She clearly has a love-hate relationship with the south (as I do), and it seems pretty clear to me that Skeeter in many ways represents her—a young white woman giving African-Americans a voice in the south. In the story, Skeeter is celebrated and even called "family" by the blacks in the community after the book is published. Did Stockett create Skeeter's character to try and reverse engineer something redeeming into the culture from which she came?

In retrospect, I found it interesting that Stockett chose to tell the story from the viewpoint of two maids and Skeeter. This makes sense because she was telling a specific story, but I wonder if she thought about what it would be like to tell another side of the story; for example, that of Miss Hilly, a friend of Skeeter's whose racism is at times appalling, at others humorous for its ignorance. The closest Stockett comes to identifying positively with any of the white women's racist tendencies is when Skeeter discovers an uncomfortable truth about something her mother did to their former maid and meets only her mother's defense of her actions where she had hoped to find redemption.

This tendency to distance ourselves from the darkness of the human soul (or simply the gross biases of cultural malformation) is one I've thought about a lot lately, beginning most sharply in the wake of Troy Davis' execution, when I found myself wondering why no one had taken up the cause of Lawrence Brewer, another man executed on the same night (more on that here). Obviously, this is because Davis' case presented huge amounts of doubt while Brewer was an unrepentant white supremacist who committed an unfathomable hate crime. Despite how charming The Help was as a novel, I had to wonder if Stockett was distancing herself from the most virulent racism she observed, choosing instead to adopt the voices of two black maids and an only mildly racist but gradually reforming white woman. It is understandable that she would not have wanted to give credence to the thought processes of a character like Miss Hilly, but to simply make her into a villain meant that both Stockett and the reader were able to remain a safe distance from the worst of it all.

If I've ruined your favorite summer read, I'm sorry! I just can't leave anything alone that tries to make white people feel better about the 60s...or even race relations today...