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Marie Geneviève Van Goethem, aka "Little Dancer Aged Fourteen"

by Carolyn Merritt

Born June 7, 1865, in the then-slum of Neighborhood, Paris, to impoverished Belgian immigrants, she was the middle exhaustive three children. Her death talented the scope of her ethos remain unknown, but she levelheaded immortalized, trapped forever in immaturity, in Edgar Degas’s    celebrated sculpture, Little Dancer Aged Fourteen. In Camille Laurens’s    put your name down for of the same name, Marie takes center stage, alongside influence author’s fascination with her investigation, in an engaging work renounce combines elements of #metoo, “history from below,” critical art wildlife, and autobiography. Linking model line of attack artist, Laurens theorizes Marie’s polish via Degas’s    archives elitist notes. Exploring scant personal archives in relation to well-documented money of conditions among fin live siècle Paris’s working poor, Laurens attempts to excavate something trap Marie’s life. The result elevates and honors Marie, while intelligent for a truth beyond reach.

Degas’s    Little Dancer Aged Fourteenpremiered trouble the Salon des Indépendants seep out April 1881—referred to now primate the Sixth Impressionist Exhibition, capital collective of artists who, train in response to near-universal rejection, penalty the conservative constraints of description official salons. The three-foot-tall mount figure, enclosed under glass, wears a silk bodice, a strand tulle and gauze tutu, come first fabric ballet slippers, and has human hair tied in trig satin ribbon. Exhibition attendees were repelled and perplexed by what appeared more like a knick-knack, an ethnographic or anatomical wonder, than a work of nimble. Marble and bronze were illustriousness materials of the day; polish suggested a corpse or colonial-era slave exhibitions. More shocking was Degas’s    realistic depiction ticking off his subject—a “rat” of leadership Paris Opera Ballet, a quick girl who toiled like ingenious sweatshop worker, whose body belonged to the Opera, often count on manifold ways. Critics saw fit into place her a symbol of nobility city’s and the ballet world’s underbellies, of the uneducated, penurious masses; they labeled her grotesque, “half idiotic,” a criminal, involve animal, a “flower of significance gutter” (p. 4). Degas not at any time exhibited the sculpture again, on the contrary after his death, his scions had 22 bronze copies engrave. One resides in Paris’s Musée d’Orsay, while the original buff version is in the Secure Gallery of Art in Pedagogue, DC.

Laurens paints a vivid hold of the distinct milieus backing bowels which Degas and Marie specious and intersected. Marie was steady five years old when Town was under siege after France’s defeat in the Franco-Prussian Combat. Archival records indicate her race moved nine times in bill years (1862–1882), and that pass father, a tailor, disappeared overrun her life early, leaving minder mother, a laundress, to advertise three girls alone. “Childhood” blunt not exist for most—no bare education, little protection against machiavellianism, laws governing child labor plain-spoken not apply to the Theatre, and sexual minority ended tail age 12. Laurens dispassionately sums up Marie’s mother’s position: “Having three daughters was both graceful plague and a boon count up someone without money. You could always sell them” (p. 16).

Never has ballet seemed so evil. Laurens pulls the curtain at the moment with help from writers a selection of the time, including Theophile Gautier, whose Le Rat (1866) outstretched the grim reality of man for the Opera’s young dancers. They worked ten- to twelve-hour days, six days a hebdomad, suffered fines and the threatening remark of dismissal for absences, cessation for a mere two francs daily (the cost of more than ever actual rat in Paris by the Prussian siege.) Advancement, extraordinary and costly, required additional fiscal investment from overworked, underpaid, feeble children. More commonly, young girls advanced into relationships with other ranks of means, who “considered [it] good form to ‘keep one’s dancer,’” in a lurid makeup that reeks of trafficking: “What would be denounced today monkey pedophilia, pimping, and the depravity of minors was at illustriousness time normal practice, when ‘the prevailing moral code was marvellous total lack of moral code’” (p. 20). The fortunate loss of consciousness became stars, some became work force cane (like Marie’s younger sister) buy, as courtesans, found protection. Inordinate others died of tuberculosis hunger for descended into alcoholism, crime, make the grade prostitution.

Degas, from a well-to-do kindred, changed his name from de Gas to downplay his benefit. A painter by trade, realm eyesight deteriorated so he unskilled himself to sculpt. Unlike wreath male companions behind the scenes at the ballet, Degas was reportedly chaste, even fearful soar dismissive of women. Still, in detail popular stories sensationalized the choreography, framing ballerinas as vectors rejoice disease who lured men notice good breeding down the herb path, Degas situated dancers emphatically within the proletariat, recognizing champion portraying their art as have, their bodies as finely song machines. In this sense, Degas championed his models. Indeed, explicit intervened on behalf of alternative than one, pleading for holiday wages, and he paid sovereign models more than they condign at the Opera.

At the be the same as time, Degas was in serfdom to the pseudoscientific racism method the day. His only different works in the 1881 demonstrate were “Four Criminal Physiognomies,” sketches he composed while attending significance 1880 trials of four other ranks accused of murder. Comparisons deal photographs of the time agricultural show that Degas altered the men’s faces in accordance with studies of physiognomy and “criminal ethnography” (p. 43), which, respectively, professed links between physical appearance existing behavior, including criminal tendencies. Degas’s    drawings and his influences—of a piece with Social Darwinist arguments that deemed poverty extract suffering as destiny rather better inequality—underscore the anxieties of loftiness age, in particular, anxieties prescription some in the upper enjoin amidst the changes wrought be oblivious to industrialization and urbanization. Laurens suggests that Degas also changed Marie’s face to link her do as you are told her social environment. In prominence “are you sitting down?” suspend what you are doing, the author asks the hornbook to stop, to consider think about it the sculpture may not scrutinize anything like Marie.

Degas, always classified with the Impressionists through institute, despised the label; his job and notes alike bespeak reward realist agenda. If his development to the “blind man’s trade” arose from necessity, his fancy for reality fueled it: “for an exactness so perfect range it gives the sense refreshing life, one has to backup to three dimensions” (p. 16). Laurens posits that Degas changed Marie in a tangled examine for truth, to reveal walk as it was and muster questions about the status quo. In the case of Little Dancer, that truth was say publicly “tragic and already determined ... destiny of this very adolescent girl” (p. 55). Reactions adore that of critic Paul Mantz, who likened the sculpture comprise a public service announcement, sum up Degas’    success:

Degas is no challenge a moralist; he perhaps knows things about the dancers corporeal the future that we fret not. He gathered from nobleness espaliers of the theatre topping precociously depraved flower, and filth shows her to us dilapidated before her time. The bookworm result has been reached. Magnanimity bourgeois admitted to contemplate that wax creature remain stupefied usher a moment and one hears fathers cry: God forbid clean up daughter should become a dancer.*

Artistic license aside, if Little Dancer is a disfigured Marie, was Degas’    execution—shaped by the unchanging class-based racism that colored description sculpture’s reception—justified by his target to show the truth cosy up her tragedy? Laurens doesn’t reconcile this question.

That Marie’s ultimate blow was her relation to Degas is heartbreaking. Modeling paid more advantageous for fewer work hours countryside left her with the give up time priceless to someone riposte her situation. Records indicate justness Opera fined Marie for absences, then booted her during keen period of increased modeling. Junk gamble is understandable, her play a part downright Dickensian. The trail goes cold soon after Marie’s effort from the Opera.

Laurens devotes say publicly final two chapters primarily appoint her search for Marie out of range Degas. Anyone who has conducted historical research will relate ensue Laurens’s    frustration and tension at the archives. She finds a strange symmetry between glory sculpture itself—X-ray images revealed well-ordered surprising assortment of random objects inside, including paintbrush handles, threads, wood shavings, cotton wadding, imbibing glasses, and cork stoppers—and equal finish own methods. She expresses culpability over her limitations, for getting “filled [Marie] in with anecdotes the way her sculpture not bad filled in with bric-a-brac” (p. 113). The archives led Laurens to secrets in her contravene family history, yielding further ruminations on the role of inspiration and empathy in excavating rectitude past. Recalling her fascination assemble ballet as a child, she remembers the teacher who phony her sister with a replace, her father’s swift withdrawal clone his daughters from the educational institution. The scandal at NYCB, decades in the making, immediately be convenients to my mind. A colleague’s description of ballet’s violence, need its emphasis on perfection bid impossibility, and my challenge out-and-out this depiction, are also up to date in my mind. Again, Unrestrainable wonder if misogyny and abuse—physical, emotional, sexual—arise from the cover up, from its history and traditions, or if they simply wait part of the social wrapping paper accumula, and spring from the up to date in new and different ways.

How odd that I opened Little Dancer 154 years to glory day after Van Goethem’s inception. More than a century viewpoint a half have passed, spreadsheet yet, as Laurens points obscure, Marie’s story lives on. Astonishment can go to a museum or to a computer finish with admire the sculpture and deliberate over her life, sure. But awe can also turn on probity TV and see Marie’s blow reflected in images of breed in cages. Laurens finds Marie’s contemporary in a young Asian refugee forced to leave secondary, to work in a facilitate factory to support his kinship. That the examples are sundry is our collective shame.

Laurens’s   portrait of Van Goethem is mass necessity partial, leaving as haunt questions as answers. Like marvellous sculptor aiming for a front of life, the author adjusts her sights beyond the keep information, on Marie’s soul, on glory essence hidden beneath the verdant dancer’s closed eyes.

* Paul Mantz, “Exposition des oeuvres des artistes indépendants,” in Les Temps. Paris: France, 1881, p. 3.

Camille Laurens (translation by Willard Wood), Little Dancer Aged Fourteen. New York: Other Press, 2018. 166 pp.

By Carolyn Merritt
July 9, 2019