Playing Hookey on an official sense, but running away from emotional torment on the personal level, Tom runs into the forest. After pondering the magic marble-finding incantations and witch’s hoax, he hears the announcment of another presence:
“Just here the blast of a toy tin trumpet came faintly down the green aisles of the forest. Tom flung off his jacket and trousers, turned a suspender into a belt, raked away some brush behind the rotten log, disclosing a rude bow an arrow, a lath sword and a tin trumpet, and in a moment had seized those things and bounded away, barelegged, with fluttering shirt” (Location 941) For Tom the forest is more. Shedding his layers of civilizing attire, he turns the adornments of his constraints into functional tools of the forest.
And in Twain, Tom and his friends are so intimately in tuned with the forest that they can remember particular spots in the brush. They have tools, specifically “rude bow[s] an arrow[s]” lying in wait for them if as in any moment in the forest they may leap into their indigenous spirits. Though Tom could have just as easily played cowboys an indians (though this is more likely a form of play that he would have played had he been a 20th century boy). Instead with the metallic blast of the trumpet and Tom’s accrued armory the forest has become mideval. Sherwood forest has become a drama that Tom can live and participate in with both his active body and imagination rather than the imaginative place in a compelling albeit elusive book world (945).
The forest experience that Twain imagines for Tom is one that is perhaps at the door of civilization proper and the romantic primitive. In just a few lines Twain invokes the primitives of the Native Americans, an imagery that would not necessarily have been glorified by Tom but would have been alluring nonetheless (think Injun Joe). We then have the highly romantic chivalry of Robin Hood, but still with it’s Catholic rule lingering over rather unenlightened. But Twain is also particular to let us see that the boys are playing by a script that they learned from the book. Literacy and particularly evidence of the print culture of mid 19th century are suddenly interjected upon the primitive forest. In fact they are not only imposed upon, it is by way of a certain kin of literacy that this particular imagining of the primitive and the romantic can take place, a dynamic that is only further underscored by the fact that we are witnessing the scene by way of printed text.
It’s important to understand that the forest is not without rule, nor is it simply an inbetween. It has its own “solemn monarchs,” with “crowns” and “drooping regalia” (Location 1440). The significance of the forest as a mystically preserved site of the past is reiterated at the end of chapter eight. Having to adorn their clothes, their civilized selves, once more and lay aside their accoutrement, the boys do so if not begrudgingly than with much lament: “The boys dressed themselves, hid their accouterments, and went off grieving that there were no outlaws any more, and wondering what modern civilization could claim to have done to compensate for their loss. They said they would rather be outlaws a year in Sherwood Forest than President of the United States forever” (Location 964). Here the liminality happens at the threshold, the exit and entrance [which is not just spatially defined, but also defined by the prepatory action of putting on or taking off clothes]. This threshold is a meeting place of past and present/ of noble primitiveness and modern citizenry, the space where outlaws and presidents both occupy the imagination.
It is hard to know whether Tom who ultimately seems to enjoy being the commander and chief and has a decidedly natural means of politicking for his interest would really say such or if it s Twain speaking through him and with the boys his own point of view. Nor am I sure that in this moment the distinction matters. For what we can see is that Sherwood Forest outlaws and the United States President are juxtaposed within the same line and that juxtaposition happens in the liminal space of leaving the forest. Here Twain positions the child on what Victor Turner might call the “Edge of the Bush,” but I still prefer to think about as another type of threshold, the exit and entrance to the edifice of the woods, which is sometimes pictured as an edifice with its low hanging canopy, its thick walls of trees, it’s carpeted floor, an its many caverns and room like nooks.
At times the forest is a domestic edifice, a hideout or a hide, and at times, particularly at night, its architectures takes on a sense of religiosity: “The climbing fire lit up their faces and threw its ruddy glare upon the pillared tree-trunks of their forest temple, and upon the varnished foliage and festooning vines” (Location 1440). Here again we see the forest as ancient albeit edifice all the same. The trunks as pillars, the varnish, and the forest as temple bring the harken to ancient greek and roman temples.
I am interested in thinking about the forest as another edifice because one I think it’s important in understanding the relation of the forest to the farm plantation and the town. Some sixty years later, Faulkner will make the edifice of the forest more explicit in his Go Down Moses in which the deforestation that was set in motion with the push to grow agrarian America in the early 19th century started. But it’s important to understand [CITE THIS ??] that as the plantation and the town become more established, there is a kind of imaginative displacement in which it is the the farm land that is natural, normative rather and it is the forest that is other. The forest where ghosts and strange unnatural things (that are really always already super natural) is secondary to the clearing and it becomes like an artifice that if it wasn’t explicitly built by man has been let live by man. [It is true that we could say that the forest is a liminal space as Victor Turner’s studies have indicated and as much as this is a particularly childhood space, then perhaps yes, but I within the context of the novel, that is both within the contexts of novels in general and within the context of Tom’s boy life, the forest is always there. It is not a heterotopia, but the space of entering and exiting the physical and the realm of the forest is not as static. How far in the forest must Tom go before he is safe from being spotted from adults or before the charm of its imaginative life can kick in? How close to the edge of the close to the clearing can they get with their bare legs?
The thing about the forest is that whether or not there are people in it, it is always baring the aura of being “unpeopled”. When Tom and the boys runaway to Jackson Island we learn that the uninhabited island is “abreast a dense and almost wholly unpeopled forest.” The island itself is “wooded” (Location 1323). And I would like to suggest that the presence of the island again supports my notion that the forest is not the betwixt and between place, but that it is another place. For Jackson Island (which is next to but not a part of the forest) is perhaps more clearly a piece of literary geography that speaks clearly to the symbolic liminality of childhood if it tried. Being only a small strip of an island with only about half a mile of water separating it from the mainland the place is so perfectly suited for adventures, wildness, brushes with danger and getting found and easily going home.
There are numerous other happenings in the forest that make it more clearly a space of ritual, haunts and beliefs that the adult world in the novel seem excluded from, and further more a set of happenings that one must play hookey to see. I will speak later on this when I talk about the child as a vehicle for playing hookey. But what I would like to point out here about the forest is the kind of divine like descriptions Twain’s narrator embellishes with Part of this move seems to be the narrators always wry and sometimes belittling way of indulging his characters, but some of it seems to be the narrator’s acceptance that this is what the forest is in this world.
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“It seemed glorious sport to be feasting in that wild, free way in the virgin forest of an unexplored and uninhabited island, far from the haunts of men, and they said they never would return to civilization” (Location 1365). Here civilization bears the ghosts. It is the tainted (the non virginal) forest. Even as much as this statement perhaps most clearly represents the kind of nostalgic longing for a pre-industrial industrial intimate relationship with nature that Bill Brown says that Twain is in every way invested in. At the same time, the idea of the “virginal” forest is a very industrial minded idea. The idea that civilization has been productive, birthed some things, and the forest has not is in fact an echo more prevalent of Twain’s time than of his throw back to medieval Sherwood forest, which would not have seen the forest as virginal but rather loud with thieves and outlaws. Even further here we can think of the the boys as pioneering through the virginal in so many Freudian registers. They are in this way akin to the movement of the machine, specifically the train into the forest. They are not on a specific track, but they are a literary means of traveling into and out of the forest. A literary means of conquering and/or harnessing the symbolic resources of the forest. Where Benjamin Franklin would have the forest totally cleared and everyone harvesting potatoes, Twain and Hawthorne too with Pearl seem to opt for a world where the clearing rules but that through the child we export and import a host of symbolic and imaginative natural resources.
