Monday, August 11, 2008
Noah and Joan
Noah and Joan
It's not that I'm proud of the fact
that 20 percent of Americans believe
that Noah(of Noah's Ark) was married
to Joan of Arc. It's true. I'll admit it –
Americans are pretty dumb and forgetful
when it comes to history. And they're notorious
for interpreting the Bible to suit themselves.
You don't have to tell me we can't spell anymore –
Ark or Arc, it's all the same to us.
But think about it, just a second, timeline aside,
it's not such an awful mistake. The real Noah's missus
was never even given a name. She was sort of milquetoasty,
a shadowy figure lugging sacks of oats up a plank.
I mean, Joan could have helped Noah build that ark
in her sensible slacks and hiking boots. She was good with swords
and, presumably, power tools. Noah and Joan
might have been a good match, visionaries
once mistaken for flood-obsessed and heretic.
Never mind France wasn't France yet –
all the continents probably blended together,
one big mush. Those Bible days would have been
good for Joan, those early times when premonitions
were common, when animals popped up
out of nowhere, when people were getting cured
left and right. Instead of battles and prisons
and iron cages, Joan could have cruised
the Mediterranean, wherever the flood-waves took that ark.
And Noah would have felt more like Dr. Doolittle,
a supportive Joan saying, "Let's not waste any time!
Hand over those boat blueprints, honey!"
All that sawing and hammering would have helped
calm her nightmares of mean kings and crowns,
a nasty futuristic place called England.
She'd convince Noah to become vegetarian.
She'd live to be much older than nineteen, those parakeets
and antelope leaping about her like children.
– Denise Duhamel, from the book TWO AND TWO
– Edward Hicks (1780-1849) painted the Noah's Ark, while his exact contemporary Jean August Dominique Ingres (1780-1867) painted Joan of Arc.