In “Dance of the Happy Shades,” a story set in southern Ontario during the mid-20th century, a teenage girl—the narrator—and her mother struggle with their discomfort at an awkward party thrown by the elderly music teacher, Miss Marsalles. The girl’s mother places great importance on social etiquette. As a result, even though she dreads the annual music recital, she politely agrees to attend the event and tries to hide her unease with outward politeness. Clinging desperately to her idea of good manners, she refuses to engage in the “impropriety” of gossiping about Miss Marsalles, attempts to maintain a pleasant facade, and suffers embarrassment at Miss Marsalles’s seeming lack of social awareness.
Broadly speaking, the purpose of being polite is to avoid offense and to show respect, but “Dance of the Happy Shades” reveals the limitations of this form of social etiquette. Crucially, the story illustrates that being polite is not the same as being kind. Being polite doesn’t prevent the teenage girl’s mother from looking down on Miss Marsalles with condescending pity. She judges Miss Marsalles for her old age, old-fashioned ways, and ignorance of her guests’ tastes. Being overly concerned about appearances, fashionability, and manners prevents her from viewing Miss Marsalles with sympathy or trying to understand her perspective.
Moreover, the story suggests that politeness upholds the status quo to the detriment of anyone who doesn’t or can’t fit into it. Rules of politeness ostracize certain people from society because they’re different. This is the case for Miss Marsalles’s newest students, who are children with Down syndrome. At the party, the mothers are scandalized by the presence of these children, which they view as an affront to politeness. They deem the musical ability of one of these girls, Dolores Boyle, “not altogether in good taste” because she has an intellectual and developmental disability. However, it’s clear that the mothers’ prejudice is offensive, even as they try to disguise their disgust with so-called politeness. In “Dance of the Happy Shades,” then, Munro suggests that a superficial preoccupation with politeness can actually enable people to move through the world with a certain lack of empathy, as enforcing rules of politeness often harmfully excludes some people—who are wrongfully deemed unworthy of respect because of their differences—from society. Rather than politeness, the story indicates, compassion and empathy are more beneficial values to pursue because they can foster genuine human connection.
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Social Etiquette and Politeness Quotes in Dance of the Happy Shades
[…] she turns her face from the telephone with that look of irritation—as if she had seen something messy which she was unable to clean up—which is her private expression of pity.
Here they found themselves year after year […] drawn together by a rather implausible allegiance—not so much to Miss Marsalles as to the ceremonies of their childhood, to a more exacting pattern of life which had been breaking apart even then but which survived, and unaccountably still survived, in Miss Marsalles’ living room. […] They exchanged smiles which showed no lack of good manners, and yet expressed a familiar, humorous amazement at the sameness of things […]; so they acknowledged the incredible, the wholly unrealistic persistence of Miss Marsalles and her sister and their life.
But after the house in Rosedale was gone, after it had given way to the bungalow on Bank Street, these conversations about Miss Marsalles’ means did not take place; this aspect of Miss Marsalles’ life had passed into that region of painful subjects which it is crude and unmannerly to discuss.
My mother seems unable, although she makes a great effort, to take her eyes off the dining-room table and the complacent journeys of the marauding flies. Finally she achieves a dreamy, distant look, with her eyes focused somewhere above the punch-bowl, which makes it possible for her to keep her head turned in that direction and yet does not in any positive sense give her away.
My mother and the others are almost audible saying to themselves: No, I know it is not right to be repelled by such children and I am not repelled, but nobody told me I was going to come here to listen to a procession of little—little idiots for that’s what they are—WHAT KIND OF A PARTY IS THIS?