James Simpson May 3, 2013
The Oregon Trail
and Questions of Identity
How do cultures interpret new frontiers? In
reading history, but also literature (which may be a truer compass of the actual
thoughts and inspirations of the ages), we find that the philosophical crisis of
personal identify when faced with “The Other” is an age-old concern of Man.
Perhaps in travel literature, narratives and diaries, we find the most
historically “honest” accounts of how travelers and adventurers perceived their
world (for a candid journal can betray honest sentiments, even if untruthful
facts). These journals and letters are as such a window into the souls of men
and women at a particular place and moment—a historical record, if you will, of
the thoughts, motivations, and sentiments of another time. Although travel narratives are an
ancient genre, the modern era of travel narratives blossomed as travel became
more common for the wealthy and the lettered; during the late Seventeenth
Century, for example, it became fashionable for the young rich of Western Europe
to take the Grand Tour of the Continent and its antiquities as a necessary
finish to their educational refinement. And, while later fashionable young
Americans from Boston and New York tended to mimic the trends of Europe in their
travel and tourism, there remained a class of travelers from distinguished
Eastern American families that trail-blazed into the Western frontier—for
adventure, for wealth, or, in the best tradition of noble tourism, for
inspiration. The Romanticist Francis
Parkman (1823 – 1893) was among these latter adventurers; what he found in the
West was not as important as how he interpreted it—and so we come round to our
question, how do cultures interpret new frontiers? Parkman’s 1849 travelogue
The Oregon Trail is a window into the
cultural psychology of Eastern Americans as the Western frontier was in its
golden era of accessibility before the momentum of westward migration finally
“closed” the frontier by 1890 (as Frederick Jackson Turner persuasively argued
in 1893)[1]. The topic of my research was therefore to examine Parkman’s
apparently conflicted views of the Western landscape with the question—albeit an
unanswerable one—in mind: Is a particular landscape ever “imprinted” on us at
some formative time; can we, in fact, ever become truly citizens of another
land, not our birth? If Francis Parkman is to be considered a fair
representative of the human species, then the answer is no.
A dissonance that scholars find in
The Oregon Trail is that, while Parkman set out to find and record the
grandeur of the near West (he only traveled as far as Colorado and New Mexico),
he was not able to accept the country on its own terms, but instead consistently
wrote about it through the lens of comparison with the verdant landscapes of his
home in the East. This is, indeed, the
pitfall that separates the travelers from the tourists—the
geographers from those merely trying
to relieve their boredom with entertainment: to find spiritual and intellectual
inspiration, the traveler must be willing to value the sublimely humble as well
as the sublimely grand; to find repose in the microcosm of the flat landscape,
as much as in mountain vistas; to essentially find beauty in the same quiet
inward journeys of reflection on which the low hills of Kansas lead the
sensitive observer—and which so bitterly disappointed Parkman. Of these
disappointed reflections Edward Halsey Foster tells us that: He was accustomed, of course, to the scenery of the East—the
Adirondacks, the White Mountains, and so forth—and in contrast, the Western
landscapes which he saw seemed to offer little. He could appreciate landscape
which met his criteria for, say, the beautiful or the picturesque, but generally
he found the parched, arid landscapes of the Great Plains unpleasant or
disagreeable. Indeed when he contrasted these Western landscapes with those in
his native New England, the apparent superiority of the latter was simply
reinforced. (41-42)
Robert Edson Lee continues this discussion of
Parkman as an example of the Eastern mind being unwilling or able to identify
with the much different Western landscape; Lee spends considerable time in also
examining another eastern romantic writer, Washington Irving, and his
A Tour of the Prairies, which, like
Parkman’s work, displayed a diminished craft as both authors struggled with
their dislike of the new landscapes. According to Lee both authors’ travel
writing often was not as good in these journals as they displayed in their other
works set in Eastern landscapes: It is in comparison with Irving that we can best estimate the
quality of the style of The Oregon Trail.
Both Irving and Parkman suffer from the limitations of their training. The
Western people that they wrote about had to be represented in gentlemanly
terms—to coin a word, de-vernacularized…. The level of the sound of people to
which Parkman could not reach and didn’t even try is indicated in such a
sentence as this: ‘The was a burst of screams and laughter from all the women,
in which his mistress herself took part, and Raymond was assailed by such a
shower of witticisms that he was glad to ride forward out of hearing.’ For the
literature we seek, such a lively scene must be represented in more lively terms
than these. The Western landscape about which Parkman wrote is treated exactly
as Irving treated it: the word ‘picturesque’ is used as frequently in Parkman as
in Irving—and I use it here in its damning sense of being inanimate,
two-dimensional, and simply pretty. (79) Lee goes on to conclude that Parkman’s prose indicates an
inherent disconnect, an emotional dissonance
with the West, that indicates his inability to adapt to the “Other”—to other
places—that challenged his pre-conception that civilized and well-ordered
landscapes must be, in fact, consummately Eastern in character: The confines of Parkman’s literature can only loosely be
ascribed to the East…. One senses in The
Oregon Trail Parkman’s consciousness of something lost, of something which
he did not actually touch—conscious of his own peripheral status—and the
consequent longing, the mythic pull. Possibly, too, one can read in the book the
despair of the Easterner unable to find in his past the means to express what he
so vaguely understands. (80) In his essay “Materialism and Mysticism in Great Plains
Literature,” John R. Milton suggests that Parkman could not identify with the
West because his Eastern experience didn’t have the vernacular to accommodate
the Western experience—a lack reflected in his often stilted and ambiguous
language employed in The Oregon Trail:
“His language, from another country, did not allow him to discover the
uniqueness of the plains. Yet he knew that something was wrong. What he did not
seem to know was that the western landscape demanded a new kind of perception
and a new language to take into account the peculiar beauty of the plains and
mountains” (34-35). Alf H. Walle further suggests that Parkman traveled to the
West with a “cultural bricolage” (882) drawn solely from the New England,
Puritan, and “social elite of 19th century Boston as the theoretic
backbone of his work” (882).
This research does, unfortunately, leave at
least one important question un-asked: Is it possible that the Eastern bias
against the West as represented by Parkman has intellectual substance to commend
itself to our attention; that his viewpoint deserves more than outright
dismissal? To ask the question is
to answer it: Of course not; No modern academic with a thought toward his career
would dream of considering the
propositions that some biases are more in accord with human intuition.
It is now de regueur in
academia to presuppose that aesthetic judgments are sacrosanct from appeals to
objective standards of beauty or morality.
(It is, in fact, also rarely admitted that to call something a bias does
not constitute a logical refutation of the bias’ principle.) This is not to say
that I agree with Parkman, nor that I in fact think that the West is or was
culturally or aesthetically inferior to the East (although, having seen much of
the United States, my heart is more inclined toward the more modest green hills
of the East than in the overawing scenery of the West.) What I do suggest,
however, is that these researchers interpret Parkman through the filter of their
own presupposition that matters of taste are entirely subjective; this is an
intellectually defensible position, but not an intellectually invulnerable one.
I submit that Parkman deserves a less biased reading, by which I mean a
reading less colored by our own modern bias against making aesthetic judgments. Works Cited Foster,
Edward Halsey. The Civilized Wilderness:
Backgrounds to American Romantic Literature, 1817-1860. New York: Macmillan
Publishing Co, Inc. 1975. Print. Lee,
Robert Edson. From West to East: Studies
in the Literature of the American West. Urbana:
University of Illinois Press. 1966. Print. Milton,
John R. “Materialism and Mysticism in Great Plains Literature.”
Vision and Refuge: Essays on the
Literature of the Great Plains. Ed. Virginia Faulkner and Frederick C.
Luebbke. Lincoln: University of Nebraska Press, 1982. Walle, Alf
H. “Habits of Thought and Cultural Tourism.”
Annals of Tourism Research. Vol. 23.4
(1996): 874-890. Print
[1]
Environmentalist Richard
Lillard suggests, however, that the western frontier does in fact still
exist in one place in the Lower 48: along the “fire coast” of Malibu,
where permanent settlement still fights a rear-guard action. (Davis,
Mike.
Ecology of Fear.
New York: Metropolitan Books, 1998.)
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