Now, please hear me. I don't begrudge a single person their personal "turmoil." If you are human, you have your own to deal with. That is life. That is human nature in a broken world. We will each of us struggle with our own issues and circumstances. Nothing about this fact should be unexpected or come as a surprise. However, I believe we were created to overcome such struggles and so I have a hard time reading through Montgomery's emotions as relate to her issues. I believe Montgomery wasn't very successful at dealing with her anxieties, making minimal attempts to do so and in manners which caused her more harm than good. As a result of that, I find it can make reading her journals a rather laborious process. Imagine meeting up with a friend for years on end and only ever hearing them complain. It would get old.
Perhaps ironically, Montgomery kept these journals so that she would not become a tiresome bore to others. She rather prided herself on having perfected the art of looking happy and serene in public. More than once she notes that while her friends and acquaintances seemed only to write her letters filled with worries, she never stooped to writing worrisome epistles in return. Somehow, in her mind, not doing so made her a better person than the rest. She touts that she trained her face muscles to smile even when frustrated so that she would look happy on the outside and so that her dirty laundry wouldn't be aired to the world. Yet at the same time, she laughs at people behind their backs when they make remarks (that she makes a point to record in her journal) that she, "looks so happy!" "If only they knew...." is a constant refrain, delivered with a private mocking laugh. I find that sad.
In many ways, I find Montgomery to be a contradiction. She moans that people don't understand her or her life; she mocks them and calls them "boring" and "stupid" with some regularity. At the same time, she refuses to tell anyone what things she is struggling with. She doesn't record that she makes any great attempt at making a friend out of anyone. (First impressions of people seem to be one of her downfalls.) To my way of thinking, Montgomery is one of the saddest, loneliest people in want of a friend that you could ever know. You want to try and be her friend and - at the same time - you want to smack her upside the head for withholding herself. This attitude of hers which wishes to seclude herself from the world begins to come into play in Vol II of her journals and it continues throughout Vol. 3.
If I could summarize Vol. 3 I would say that you could do so with the following sentence:
"I am having a no good, very bad, perfectly horrible, rotten and altogether miserable day."
There is very little that is cheery in her life during the years 1921 - 1926. Her husband Ewan continued to suffer from his mental anguishes, worried that he had committed the unpardonable sin and was dammed forever. Maud relates in her journal that Ewan sat under a "fire and brimstone preacher" when he was around 16 years old and that the effects of that sermon produced mental anguish and anxiety in him which, added to his already unstable state, produced long seasons of depression. He would become "wild eyed" and restless, anxious and unconnected to anyone or anything. He would walk the house in a fit and she was constantly under the strain and pressure of his "episodes", always fighting desperately to hide his abnormality from others. Ewan refused to believe that he had any issues and thus refused any sort of treatment, leaving the burden of the disease (for surely it was that) to Maud. It was a lonely battle for her to fight and I do not envy her it.
I do think it is interesting that she pointed out that it was his exposure to some bad preaching that caused his acute anxiety. Of course, we do not have the text of the sermon which he heard which caused him to fixate on this unpardonable sin but it is useful to point out again how disastrous bad theology and poor understanding of scriptures can be. Correct theology is vitally important for your soul's health and also your mental health. I do think we should be vigilant to test the words of others against scriptures and be discerning concerning truth. I know it's tempting to not be bothered with learning theology but it is oh so very important. Good preaching wouldn't leave you in such a lurch for a lifetime. If the teaching you are exposing yourself to leaves you lifeless and defeated, then something is desperately wrong. The law of scripture still exists, yes, but so does grace and from what she describes of Ewan's faith walk, he did not know grace. This is incredibly imbalanced and a horrifying condition for someone without a mental disorder.
Note: Montgomery didn't say that without having been exposed to this theology, Ewan would not have suffered so. Rather, she blamed this particular sermon on only his acute suffering. It was the thing he chose to focus on. She did not deny he would still have had his issues. I'm with Maud in assuming that Ewan had some type of disorder (although to this point in her journals, not diagnosed). This would be hard to live under. Whatever it is that he had seemed to go back a few generations but during this time period would have been a shameful thing, hidden away instead of brought to light so that a person could be better helped. We've learned a lot about mental disorders since then. Thank goodness. It's regrettable that Montgomery had to "go it alone" as it certainly created unimaginable stress which caused her write down on more than one occasion that her life was not a happy one.
Another of Maud's significant trials was that her best friend, Frede, had died. Montgomery had made Frede her sole confidant and most trusted friend and so the gap Frede left behind was huge and, for all intents and purposes, impossible to fill. I mentioned post reading Vol II that I'm the same way in that I chose to have only one or two close friends who know everything about me and a generous helping of acquaintances beside. I think that this was definitely true of my past but not so true in the present. I still have a handful of super close friends but I don't play with my cards as close to my chest these days. I have come to really value open honesty. I hide very little. Some might suggest that that's erring in the opposite direction and certainly there are new ways and possibilities to be exposed to pain as a result. However, to date, I find the openness safer. I've relaxed more into being known by a wider circle of people. I prefer openly learning and growing with others. The reason for my personal change is a combination of having worked through some (rather severe) trust issues and also growing in my understanding of what the Body of Christ is supposed to look like. We aren't designed to live as individuals and when you feel forced to do that it does feel "sick" and unnatural to some extent or another. When I read of Maud saying that she has no close friends - especially in the church - it makes me feel heartsick for her. And something in all of that brings up the argument of needing to be honest and live openly in the church so that you can love and be loved. In order to do that, you have to be willing to be hurt and most people don't want to feel that. (I don't like being hurt anymore than the next person, but I'd rather know people and get hurt than withdraw. The pain of solitude is, I firmly believe, far worse in many varied ways.)
Least I make reading her journals seem like a complete and absolute dreadful thing, let me be quick to say that it isn't. Sure, it is hard reading because loneliness pervades her entries. We all know, in some form or fashion, what loneliness feels like. (If you don't know this, I almost wonder what is wrong with you.) It is unpleasant. On the flipside, when you are lonely you notice more things about the world and tend to find delight in smaller things that you might not have otherwise have done. (Enter the argument that occasional loneliness is good for the soul.) Loneliness serves its own purpose and sometimes that is to note beauty where others ignore it.
At this point in her journaling life (1921-1929), Maud knew that she was becoming famous. Her "old" books (i.e., Anne) were selling well in reprints and she was attending readings and autographing books by the hundreds. She began to know that people would want to read her journals to know her better and so she mentions recopying them and adds in tidbits of random information about herself to tell people "200 years from now" what she liked and didn't like. Here is one instance of such a recording:
"I left Stratford - which must in summer be a wonderfully pretty place - at six and reached Toronto at 9.30 exceedingly tired. But I got a magazine and a box of my favorite candy (pecan roll, for the information of readers two hundred years hence!) and had a gorgeous revel of reading before I went to sleep." (Sunday, January 28, 1923)
I think it is awesome that she noted things like that for future, um, obsessed fans. (I may and or may not have ordered a box of pecan rolls to see what these things taste like.)
She also notes interesting things about "trends" at that point in history:
"I might here mentioned that the crossword puzzle infection which has swept an epidemic over North America has at last struck Leaksdale manse in its more virulent form. Chester developed the first attack. For several days he worried me to death with appeals for "words" and as I had a thousand things to do I felt I could not spare the time to puzzle over them. Then, all at once, the germ laid me low. I became as idiotic as Chester and stole time from eating and sleeping to solve crossword puzzles. It is maddening to find oneself the slave of such a silly craze. But I suppose the fever will run the course and leave me convalescent. I really think it is a capital amusement for children. It must have a tendency to enrich their vocabulary and fasten a great deal of information in their minds which might never otherwise be obtained. But for such as me crossword puzzles are a device of the devil! . . . " (Sunday, December 28, 1924)
She also drops funny little anecdotes about life on PEI. She never lived on P.E.I. again after marrying and moving to Leaksdale, but she did visit. On one visit she noted:
"Several years ago, when the fox boom was at its height some one conceived the idea of starting a skunk ranch. Accordingly the ranch was built and the skunks imported. The venture did not succeed financially. And instead of dooming the skunks to death or exile they were simply turned loose with the fiendish result that they are over-running the Island. Moreover, an imbecile Government has passed a law for their comfort and protection. They are not to be killed by allowed to replenish the earth. In spite of this, indignant farmers do kill them. More power to their elbows. The fragrance of skunk on the crystal air of a P.E. Island summer evening is not a sweet savour unto the Lord." (Tuesday, July 19, 1927)
I thought that particularly entry was hilarious! Especially as the area of the country I live in is currently being overrun with wild turkeys. Sounds fun, huh? Except no. As we are prevented by law from causing "emotional distress" to the turkeys, we have quite the rafter. Our elbows are stayed. (Blurgh.)
So yes, in summary, her journals can be disheartening and depressing. Yet if you read them, you will also see the delighted, descriptive writer floating among the pages. Her descriptions of life circumstances are sometimes a total hoot.
For the record, I think it is a good idea to train one's self to smile and be friendly with others even when you don't necessarily feel like it. (It serves you well to do this in the long run.) But I also wish that she had learned to be honest and let other people deal with her imperfections and help her to help her husband. In the end, Vol. 3 made for sad/happy reading. (More sad than happy.) But I learned more about Montgomery and that was the main point. I honestly don't know that I would have liked to know her in the flesh. I think it would have been hard (or impossible) to be able to do so. But I wouldn't feel quite right about saying I love her works unless I know the person who wrote them too, in all hardship and honesty. Therefore I'm glad to read her journals but I don't know that anyone other than a die hard fan would want to. Since I am that, I shall read on!