PART I
SAINT-SAĂNS THE PERSON
Saint-Saëns in (Semi-)Private
MITCHELL MORRIS
It is often said that when Saint-SaĂ«ns was asked on one occasion whether he was homosexual, he replied, âNon! je suis un pĂ©deraste.â This is one of those tales, widely reported but scantily documented (if that), that tends to collect around celebrated cultural figures. Surely so wispy (if witty) a bit of innuendo has no place in the accounts of responsible biographers? Not so. In fact, there are a cluster of reasons why an account of Saint-SaĂ«nsâs life must take stock of such factually attenuated stories, not to mention the better supported tale in which the warm acquaintance between Saint-SaĂ«ns and Tchaikovsky, arising from their common interests in the arts as well as their network of acquaintances, reached a high point in their short balletic performance (without, importantly, an audience) of the myth of Pygmalion and Galatea.1
At stake in these stories is the way that narratives about Saint-SaĂ«ns as a person are likely to make sense in the framework of modern notions of sexual identity. We tend, in our heavily psychologized world, to read actions and statements, deliberate as well as accidental, as disclosures of interior states. Consequently, performing as a ballerina or claiming the label âpederastâ are frivolous gestures with a serious self-revelatory point. On the strength of these anecdotes, some modern writers have taken Saint-SaĂ«ns to be, for all intents and purposes, gay. Other writers, either more skeptical or more resistant, have ignored such tales, leaving Saint-SaĂ«ns âheterosexualâ by default, or actively argued against them. The pigeonholes of our everyday talk about sexual object choice, however, do not translate smoothly into the rich array of sexual desires and social identities that proliferated in nineteenth-century European culture. For instance, a quick glance at Richard von Krafft-Ebingâs monumental sexual taxonomy Psychopathia Sexualis, first published in 1886, reveals a breathtaking carnival of desiresâan array of divergent objects, actions, and attitudesâranging far beyond the animal/vegetable/mineral common-places of the presentâs official categories. But of course those categories spilled out into extra-scientific life, where they became social labels; and though those labels could enable better control of societyâs sexual deviants, they could just as easily assist those sexual deviants by giving them a name with which to make wider sense of their lives.
Making sense of lives is the central task of biography. As in all other forms of historical writing, any biographical account selects from among the innumerable list of things that may be said to make a specific kind of coherence. When it comes to biographies of creative figures, there is commonly a persistent wish that the details of a life resonate in some way with the art made in that life. But how? In his Lives (1550) Vasari, modeling his aesthetic hagiographies on those in the Latin tradition, never thought twice about stylizing the life stories of his exemplary artists, adding fragments of fiction to support his sense of what they ought to have done or said; archives and dates were less important than what he judged to be the essence of the personalities and achievements worth praising. Modern standards for biographies are less accommodating. Biography is one species of history, and like all histories it prizes scrupulous attention to material realityâto documents and their contexts of meaning. Con temporary biographers must avoid blatant fictions or be unmasked as frauds. Particularly difficult to locate and explain are those moments in life where public appearances are broken by the unruly manifestations of the private.
What might it mean that Saint-SaĂ«ns may have declared himself un pĂ©deraste, or that he certainly did pirouette and pliĂ© onstage with Tchaikovsky behind him, and Nikolai Rubinstein providing the keyboard accompaniment? Do these moments reveal something important about Saint-SaĂ«nsâs sense of himself? To leap to the conclusion that these moments speak directly to the composerâs sexual identity is problematic, as is the assumption that they say nothing about the composerâs sexual identity.2 Such occasions call for reflecting more deeply on how Saint-SaĂ«ns made sense of his own life, and how we make our own kind of sense of his life.
This is where Paul Viardotâs brief sketch of Saint-SaĂ«ns âoff-duty,â amusing himself and others chez Viardot, is especially significant.3 Viardot declares at the outset that his aim is to set out a portrait of the artist, not as a young man (in the period described, Saint-SaĂ«ns would have been in his early forties), but as a successful composer at ease among his friends, before he became a kind of walking monument of French musical life. Dancing adroitly between the arch and the affectionate, Viardotâs account is focused on the brilliant trifles of Saint-SaĂ«nsâs performances, not in his parentsâ grand, âsemi-officialâ Thursday soirees, where âthe cream of Parisian intelligentsiaâ in all their gossipy array could be expected to appear, but rather in the âintimateâ circumstances of the Viardot Sunday evening parties for special friends.4
A brief sketch of the social whirl in the Viardot household shows the layered complexity that allowed Saint-SaĂ«ns his expressive social space. The outer layer of visitors to the Viardot home was huge and extremely important; artists such as Delacroix and DorĂ©, writers such as Renan, political figures, outstanding musicians, and a cavalcade of distinguished foreign guests (assumed to speak French), all were familiar figures at small dinner parties and large, as well as more formal social gatherings. The Thursday eveningsâârigidly musical,â according to Henry Jamesâwould count as one of these events. The most intimate friends, who came on Sundays, experienced occasions equally musical but much looser in structure. And what a frothy riot those occasions were; charades were only the simplest kind of silly on the menu. Much more significant are Viardotâs descriptions of Saint-SaĂ«ns lampooning celebrated scenes and roles from real operas and constructing clever spoofs of arias and romances.5
Plainly, Saint-SaĂ«ns had a gift for travesty in all senses. His parodic costuming as Gounodâs Marguerite or Gluckâs Armide, not to mention his range of ballerina turns, suggest a lively taste for performing femininity. And, like his painstaking dress, Saint-SaĂ«nsâs care with the musical performanceââthe jewel song with long pauses and trills that would have made Madame Carvalho and La Patti jealous!ââsuggests that for all their hilarity there was something serious about their execution. âThe Gluck aria . . . would have won approval of Madame Litvinne herself!â Viardot may seem to be minimizing the intensity and noteworthiness of these escapades by referring to them as âgood, wholesome gaiety.â But this kind of performance is not as simple a pleasure as he would have it seem. Crucially, the characterizations Viardot describes are not those portraying women as everyday beings; we are treated to no descriptions of the ordinary life of reproduction and householding when Saint-SaĂ«ns performs. Instead, these are women-on-stage, that is, theatrical representations of âthe feminine,â high-keyed stylizations whose impact is proportional to their distance from reality. What matters most in these performances is the awareness of layered irony they seem to presume in the audience. After all, the notion that âthe feminineâ is constructed through artifice is not new to the twentieth century.
To choose one example chronologically close to Saint-SaĂ«ns: no less an author than Baudelaire, in The Painter of Modern Life (1863), used large amounts of ink asserting the importance of artifice, particularly as it bore on fashion and cosmetics, and their inseparability from womenâs business. To be a womanâor at least a successful one Ă la Baudelaireâis to be artificial. And yet that artifice is supposed to be an external manifestation of presumed inner qualities of femininity. When femininity is on stage, what we might call the ânatural artificeâ of everyday womanhood is doubled. We experience the artifice of an artifice. And the further disjunction created by a man playing at theatrical femininityâis that now the artifice of an artifice of an artifice? At this point, it may seem that fiction propagates in both directions simultaneously; there is no ânaturalâ point of stability inward or outward, only the specific frame of performance, faute de mieux.
Complicating these nested layers of feigning is the ancient ambiguity at the heart of the notion of effeminacy. Since Platoâs dialogues, effeminacy was accounted for in two incompatible ways. On the one hand, the effeminate man desires women (and not men) so intensely that he becomes like them; this assumes that desire moves toward sameness. On the other, he desires men (and not women) so intensely that he becomes like a woman; this assumes that desire moves toward difference. In the majority of definitions, beginning with Plato, both of these explanations tend to operate simultaneously, never mind the inherent contradiction between them. But there is a much larger problem, and it points back to the question of theatricality. Bluntly put, it is not the case that effeminate men âact like womenââit is the case, rather, that they do not quite âact like men.â In the case of effeminacy there is another registerâone at once more spacious and more erraticâwhere some kind of gender-ambivalent hyper-expressivity seems to occupy the space more frequently given to the typical rules of gender presentation. And to an important degree, this is what Saint-SaĂ«nsâs carnivalesque theatricality accomplished on stage.
Such entangled âas ifsâ play seriously at upending the customary values. By piling performance on performance, they point ironically at the way conventions so persuasively pretend to be ânatural.â This is not to say that these carefully self-undermined representations are actually âsubversiveââ in any case, that word has been so overused in contemporary life it has become little more than the glue used to plug the holes in the public presentation of our self-regard. Saint-SaĂ«nsâs antic performances were never meant as high-minded critiques of social norms, nor as utopian gestures. They were too completely framed by their private venue for that. In fact, that rigorous framing is probably what allowed them to take place without causing any social discomfort; the alibi of âjust playingâ is no less potent for being transparently only half-truthful. Given the careful restriction of Saint-SaĂ«nsâs performances to âsafeâ spaces, they might more usefully be regarded as semi-personal experiments in theatricality. What better way to game the system of conventions, though, than by working from the most overtly constructed point in the social systemâthe protocols of gender?
Why might such games have appealed to Saint-Saëns? It matters greatly that he had been raised in circumstances of intense femi...