Penultimate to the story’s
final declaration, Vera tells a second story to explain Mr. Nuttel’s abrupt
departure from her aunt’s home. Mr. Nuttel, she tells her aunt and her three
uncles, spent a “night in a newly dug grave” “somewhere on the banks of the
Ganges,” pinned by “a pack of pariah dogs”—thus his fear of dogs (the uncles
hunt with a brown spaniel). What this story does, aside from amusing Vera, is
give cowardly Mr. Nuttel a backstory full of adventure, a backstory that
suggests he isn’t a coward but a man with a well-earned phobia. I asked my
students, Was this a kindness?
No. Any redemption Vera
brought Mr. Nuttel was accidental. She tells stories because she tells stories.
Vera is intelligent and bored, and cruelty is fine by her if it entertains.
Like Saki himself.
Mr. Nuttel (“nut” or, as the
English might say, “nutter”) suffers from a nervous condition. What that is, or
what caused it, is not a concern of “The Open Window”; rather, its concern is
with Mr. Nuttel’s masculinity. He is not like the uncles, as emphasized by Aunt
Sappleton who complains, “They’ve been out for snipe in the marshes to-day, so
they’ll make a fine mess over my poor carpets. So like you men-folks, isn’t
it?” Not like Mr. Nuttel, who naturally would “not speak to a living soul,” as
his sister scolds; Mr. Nuttel does not enjoy the boisterous company of men, or,
we can assume, hunting, or playing with dogs, or teasing (as Ronnie, Aunt
Sappleton’s youngest brother, does). Mr. Nuttle might be thinking about sex when he
wonders “whether Mrs. Sappleton was in the married or widowed state,” but he’s
so unattractively nebbish, he certainly hasn’t a chance with her if he is—she
yawns when he speaks, perks up only when the uncles (real men) return: “‘Here
they are at last!’ she cried.” Finally, Mr. Nuttel is frightened by “a
self-possessed young lady of fifteen”—is it more than her story that makes Mr.
Nutter nervous around Vera? He’s hen-pecked by his sister, boring to adult women, and
unmanned by a girl.
“The Open Window” is cruel
because it has no sympathy for the likes of Mr. Nuttel and assumes its audience
won’t, either. How could they? He’s ill. His mental illness = a weakness of
character that deserves to be mocked.
I write assuming you know the
story, or think you do.It operates like a joke, so we remember the
punchline (the uncles aren’t ghosts! Vera tells tall tales!) but not the
details. It’s full of details to recommend it: the eeriness of Vera’s first
story, Aunt Sappleton’s unintentional collaboration with her niece (“don’t they
look muddy up to the eyes!” she says of the supposedly drowned uncles), the
detail of the white mackintosh carried by Mr. Sappleton, and the story’s final
line, “Romance at short notice was her specialty.”
As I recall the story, I
overlook Vera’s cruelty and her age; I remember her as a little girl with a
gift for morbid storytelling. I wrote that version of Vera in Color Plates
(“Little Girl in a Blue Armchair”).
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