A Time to Speak

In Miriam Toews’s new novel, women in an isolated Mennonite colony debate how to move forward in the aftermath of sexual assault

In Miriam Toews’s new novel, women in an isolated Mennonite colony debate how to move forward in the aftermath of sexual assault

In the opening note to her new novel, Miriam Toews informs us that about a decade ago, in a remote Bolivian community of Mennonites who’d immigrated from Manitoba, “hundreds of girls and women would wake up in the morning feeling drowsy and in pain, their bodies bruised and bleeding, having been attacked in the night.” The attacks, which went on for years, were initially attributed to demons. “Eventually, it was revealed that eight men from the colony had been using an animal anesthetic to knock their victims unconscious and rape them.” The men were later jailed, but reports of attacks and sexual assaults have continued. Her book, Toews explains, is an imagined reaction to these real-world events. Women Talking takes place in a fictionalized colony called Molotschna, an ultraconservative Mennonite community that exists apart from its unnamed country. The girls and women of Molotschna were victims of nightly attacks, like the real women in Bolivia, and the perpetrators have been arrested. At the start of the book, the women of the colony have gathered alone, the able-bodied men having travelled to the city to bail out the rapists. The women know that, when the men return in two days’ time, they will be told by their church leader to forgive their attackers — to absolve the men so they will be allowed into heaven and also to save their own souls, as bestowing forgiveness is a mandate of their faith. This is the breaking point for most of the women, and they vote on how to respond: they can do nothing, they can stay and fight, or they can leave. Some choose the first option, but the rest deadlock. Eight women from two families, the Friesens and the Loewens, are then selected to meet in a hayloft and decide the group’s collective future. These eight women, who range across three generations, are illiterate (as are all women in Molotschna), and so they turn to one of the remaining men to record the minutes of their clandestine meeting: a teacher named August Epp. August, who narrates the novel, is a kind, effeminate man with anxiety — “Narfa,” as his people say, or nervousness. It is heavily implied that he is the only man the women trust, though many say that he’s not much of a man at all. August records the women’s ensuing conversations, which interweave questions of justice, religion, autonomy, and obligation. While he occasionally notes his own observations or gives background information, the bulk of the novel is August’s transcription of the women talking. Take a speech by Greta Loewen, one of the elders, who

compares the plight of the women to that of her favourite horses: Greta explains that these horses, upon being startled by Dueck’s stupid dog, don’t organize meetings to determine their next course of action. They run. And by so doing, evade the dog and potential harm. Agata Friesen, the eldest of the Friesen women (although born a Loewen) laughs, as she does frequently and charmingly, and agrees. But Greta, she states, we are not animals. Greta replies that we have been preyed upon like animals; perhaps we should respond in kind. Do you mean we should run away? asks Ona. Or kill our attackers? asks Salome. The conversation unfurls within the unquestioned context that the leaders of the community will bring no further consequences to the attackers. Even though they were arrested, and a group of drunk and angry Molotschnian men even hanged one of the rapists, the attackers still seem to be supported by the patriarchs. When Salome Friesen tried to kill the attackers with a scythe upon learning that her three-year-old daughter had been repeatedly violated, Molotschna’s bishop — a dour, ruthless hypocrite named Peters — stopped her and finally called the police to report the crimes. It seems clear that he did so to protect the men, however, rather than to get justice for the women. A trial will come eventually, but there is no reason to believe that the attackers will be found guilty. Now, as the women talk, they find that both fighting and leaving present enormous difficulties — they don’t know how to fight against the men and win, and since they all speak only Low German and lack knowledge of the world, they do not know how they would leave Molotschna and survive on their own. It seems inevitable that Women Talking will be discussed within the context of contemporary conversations about sexual assault. Comparisons to #Metoo will be apt but only partly so. The novel certainly reckons with the trauma of survivors. But, in contrast to current demands of consequences for violent men, the idea that further consequences might come to Molotschna’s attackers seems impossible. Women Talking is not a book about holding men to account for their crimes; it is a story about how women move forward in the face of few viable options.

Miriam Toews was raised a Mennonite in Steinbach, Manitoba. She gained literary fame in part for her incisive critiques of Mennonite ways and rural Christian fundamentalism. Yet, in contrast to the apostates that populate her previous novels, the characters in Women Talking are committed Christians. As the hayloft women talk about their options, faith remains their guide. However, their situation poses contradictions: any action, including no action, pits their religion against itself. Agata tells the group: By staying we would knowingly be placing ourselves in a direct collision course with violence, perpetrated by us or against us. We would be inviting harm. We would be in a state of war. We would turn Molotschna into a battlefield. By staying in Molotschna we would be bad Mennonites. We would be sinners, according to our faith, and we would be denied entry to heaven. Mejal takes a long haul off her cigarette. She exhales, and nods. Agata is right. Let’s shake a leg, then, Mejal says. But by staying and fighting, Mariche objects, we will hopefully achieve peace for our children. Eventually. And our colony will remain intact and we will remain apart from the world, not in the world, which is another central tenet of our Mennonite faith. These ideological digressions are the novel’s heart: If you have unfettered belief in something but your adherence to it comes with abuse and pain, what are you to do? How do you shelter goodness in your life when that goodness is intermeshed with violence and suffering?