What's in a Necronym?
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WHAT’S IN A NECRONYM? by Jeannie Vanasco THE I THE NOT TRULY I “’Tis but thy name that is my enemy.” sixteen, many years before I was born. father had asked him. “You’re not —William Shakespeare, Two other girls were in the car. Jeanne working and my daughter’s dead.” Romeo and Juliet sat between the driver and the other The judge remembered my father passenger in the front seat. The driver and let him go. I. tried to pass a car, hesitated, then tried “Did you know his first wife?” am named after the daughter to pull back into her lane. She lost con- I asked my mother. my father lost. trol and Jeanne was thrown from the “No, he was divorced long before I I remember the day I first car and killed instantly. I met him. All this happened in New learned about her. I was eight. My “Your father blames himself,” my Yor k .” father was in his chair, holding a small mother said. “He can’t talk about it.” I lived in Ohio, where my father white box. As my mother explained “Why?” I asked. and mother met. In my mind, New that he had a dead daughter named “He gave her permission to go out York was made of skyscrapers, taxi- Jeanne, pronounced the same as my t h at n i g ht .” cabs, and car accidents. name, “without an i,” he opened the After Jeanne died, my father “What did Jeanne look like?” box and looked away. Inside was a bought two burial plots next to one My mother said she had never seen medal Jeanne had received from a another, one for Jeanne and one for a photo. church “for being a good person,” my himself. When he and his first wife That spring I painted portraits of mother said. My father said nothing. divorced, she stipulated that he for- Jeanne in watercolor. I titled them I said nothing. I stared at the medal. feit his plot, and he agreed. Soon after Jeanne. My art teacher told me she was Later that day, in the basement, my the divorce, he went to court again, disappointed that such a good student mother told me Jeanne died in a car this time for beating up a bum on the could misspell her own name. From accident in New York when she was street. “Why should you be alive?” my then on, I included an i. 39 Illustrations by Tony Millionaire II. a natural consequence of high birth In their 1989 Dictionary of Supersti- ederico García Lorca insisted that rates and high infant mortality rates. tions, folklorists Iona Opie and Moira F a heightened awareness of death Ludwig van Beethoven, for exam- Tatum offer one reason for the necro- is a requirement for the artist. In his ple, had a brother named Ludwig Maria nym’s decline: many parents feared it 1933 lecture “Theory and Play of the who was born in April 1769 and lived was a murderous curse. Duende,” Lorca attempted to define for only six days. The composer was Another possible curse: the name artistic inspiration, and argued that an baptized on December 17 of the fol- haunts the child for life. artist must acknowledge mortality in lowing year and was likely born the order to produce art with duende, or day prior, given church customs in IV. intense feeling. “The duende,” he wrote, the Catholic Rhine country where he very Sunday as he entered the “won’t appear if he can’t see the possi- lived (no official record of his birth date E church where his father, Theo- bility of death, if he doesn’t know he can exists). Marketed as a musical prod- dorus, preached, Vincent van Gogh haunt death’s house, if he’s not certain igy, Beethoven often felt it necessary to passed a gravestone marked Vincent to shake those branches we all carry, prove his age. In an 1809 letter to his Van GoGh. that do not bring, can never bring, friend Wegeler, he asked for his bap- The artist’s brother Vincent was consolation.” tismal certificate: “…take note of the born, and died, March 30, 1852. The The medal, her age, and the car fact that I had a brother born before artist was born March 30, 1853. I re- accident were all I knew of Jeanne, me, who was also called Ludwig, but member being sixteen years old in but those details were enough to sup- with the additional name of ‘Maria,’ the Toledo Museum of Art, staring at ply my imagination. At a state writing and who died. In order to determine his painting Houses at Auvers, when competition in junior high, I wrote a my true age, you should, therefore, first I heard a museum guide say this. story about three girls standing in line find this Ludwig. For I know that other Whether the knowledge affected van for a movie that they have no intention people, by giving out that I am older Gogh—that he shared both his name of seeing. They want to be seen. They than I really am, have been respon- and birthday with a dead sibling— choose to stand next to a movie poster sible for this error—Unfortunately remains unknown, the guide said. that shows a car crashed into a tree. I lived for a while without knowing “Does anyone have any questions?” Two of them chew gum and talk about how old I was.” he asked. boys. The other girl is thinking about “When your dad was a boy,” my My mind filled with loud, hurried her sister who died in a car accident. mother told me, “and this was long thoughts and just as suddenly emp- “Anne wants to lose herself in a movie” ago—you have to remember he lived tied, like a flock of birds scattering is the only sentence I remember. Her through the Great Depression—it wasn’t from a field. sister’s name was Annie. I titled the unheard of to name a child after a dead I was sixteen, the age Jeanne would story “i.” I received first place. relative, especially a dead child.” always be. I told myself Jeanne won. “No questions?” he said, and the tour followed him into another gallery. III. I stayed behind with Houses at Auvers. arsed from the Greek, necronym In the center of the canvas stands P literally translates as “death name.” a white house with a blue-tiled roof. It usually means a name shared with a A long stone wall climbs the canvas dead sibling. Until the late nineteenth from left to right in loose brushstrokes. century, necronyms were not uncom- I remember the gray-blue sky looked mon among Americans and Europe- numb to me. I reminded myself that ans. If a child died in infancy, his or her I was looking at the representation of a name was often given to the next child, white house. I could not open its door 40 and step inside. But when I reminded with triangle roofs, trees, our dogs I sent to you yesterday, thinking it myself that van Gogh was named and birds and ducks) that I then dis- would be a book after your own heart.” after a dead sibling, Houses at Auvers played throughout the house. He would The book he refers to is likely Lau- appeared almost three-dimensional. walk from room to room, contemplate rence Louis Félix Bungener’s Keeping Thinking of Jeanne, I left the paint- my paintings, and always say, “I want Vigil Over the Body of My Child: Three ing and carefully drove home. them all.” Days in the Life of a Father. There Bun- As I sat there at his deathbed, gener describes, in the form of a diary, V. annoyed by its irony (what was a death- how religion helped him through the y father was eighty and dying bed doing in a living room?), my father death and burial of his daughter. First M in what used to be the living opened his eyes and gasped at some published in 1863, when van Gogh was room. His bed was underneath my vision hovering above his bed. I stood ten, it is Bungener’s only book devoted to painting of a tree, a bad imitation of van before the vision, trying to block what- his daughter. For van Gogh to remember Gogh—a high-school assignment that ever it was that was frightening him, but his father reading it, and then to mention my parents had insisted on framing. he looked through me as if I didn’t exist. his own recent visit to the child’s grave, at I was eighteen and quietly reading “Dad?” I said. “Do you see me?” the age of twenty-four, shows his over- beside his bed. I was supposed to write I called for a hospice nurse. She and whelming sympathy for his parents’ grief. a paper about Hamlet for my Shake- my mother appeared in the doorway. That he quoted the gravestone word for speare seminar at college. “He saw something,” I told them. word, paired with his repeated use of lit- “He was a man, take him for all in The nurse said that sometimes tle, I find heartbreaking. He ends the let- all,” Hamlet says of his dead father. happens. ter, “Do not think ill of me for writing “I shall not look upon his like again.” “They see the dead,” she explained. to you as I have done, I felt the need to I would write about grief and the “Someone from their past comes to do it.” As far as I can tell, nowhere else question of madness.