New Century Reading

Virginia Woolf

For some time (cough *years* cough) I've been meaning to read Hermione Lee's biography of Virginia Woolf. But it's a bit intimidating. For one thing, it clocks in at nearly 1000 pages. That's a lot of biographical detail. Which is not to say I'm not that interested--I am--but that's a big commitment.

When I read that there was a shorter, perhaps more introductory bio of Mrs. Woolf by Alexandra Harris, I thought, hey, that might be just the thing to start.

And it was. Just 170 pages long, it obviously can't go into the level of analysis that the Lee bio can, but it's a good overview of Woolf's life, literary and otherwise. Sometimes the shortness of it means that little commentary is given to things like the abuse Woolf experienced as a child, or her attachment to Vita Sackville-West. Yet it still gave me a clearer picture than I had of Woolf as a person. Best of all, it increased my interest in reading the Lee bio. As soon as I read the novels I haven't yet read. Which now are leaping to the top of my TBR stack. For a short book, it sure did its duty.

Private Demons

After reading Shirley Jackson's novels The Haunting of Hill House and We Have Always Lived in the Castle last fall, I wanted to learn more about Jackson herself. Hence, Private Demons: The Life of Shirley Jackson by Judy Oppenheimer.

As far as I can tell, this is the only book covering Jackson's life, originally published in 1988. While interesting, and at times enlightening (not surprisingly, Jackson had a strong interest in magic and the occult; unknown to me was the difficult relationship she had with her mother, and the nearly stereotypical marriage she had to Stanley Hyman, who adored her, but just slightly more than most females within his gaze). Difficult childhood, dysfunctional marriage--this is nothing new in the literary world. 

(Although one has to rear back with astonishment when reading a particularly venomous letter Jackson's mother wrote to her late in Jackson's life, after seeing her daughter's photo in Time magazine: "Why oh why do you allow the magazines to print such awful pictures of you?...I would sue them for libel. Your children love you for your achievements but they also want you to be worth looking at too. If you don't care what you look like or care about your appearance why don't you do something about it for your children's sake and your husband's. I do not know if the book review is good or not--and I have been so sad all morning about what you have allowed yourself to look like.")

Still, there are things in the book that bothered me. I would have loved more in-depth analyses of Jackson's writing; some of the bigger pieces are covered, like The Lottery and The Haunting of Hill House. Still, given Jackson's history, more attention would have been merited. 

Even more troubling is that Oppenheimer had access to Jackson's children and several of her childhood and adult friends for interviews. That's great, but she often reports their quotes as established facts. Certainly someone looking back many years at a now-dead friend who has become famous may have some very hazy memories, or interpretations of those memories, and they should be taken with a large grain of salt, but Oppenheimer seems to trust them completely. 

While acknowledging the Jackson's and Hyman's household was chaotic and far from the norm of the 1950s, Oppenheimer surprisingly doesn't make much of an effort to show how Jackson's parenting affected the four offspring. They were all adults when interviewed; surely that would have been an interesting topic for this bio.

I guess what it comes down to is: if you're curious about Jackson's life, this isn't a bad read. I just don't think it's up to a rigorous set of biographic standards.

 

Made for You and Me

Made for You and Me: Going West, Going Broke, Finding Home by Caitlin Shetterly is the at-times harrowing story of one young couple facing the economic fallout in this country. Caitlin and husband Dan, both freelancers, decided to move from Maine to California to pursue more freelance work in 2008. As you might guess from the title, things didn't work out so well; Caitlin unexpectedly became pregnant with the pregnancy from hell, which left her uanble to work. Dan found work at first, but the worsening economy dried up many of his prospects. Shortly after the baby was born, Caitlin's mother suggested they move back to Maine and live with her until they could get back on their feet.

So they did; two underemployed freelancers, one two-month-old infant, one dog, and one elderly cat who--spoiler--did not survive the trip.

But returning to Maine doesn't solve the problems. Caitlin and Dan holed up in cramped space in Caitlin's mother's house, trying to help her out (as she's not doing so well in the recession either) while looking for work--any kind of work.

If you're one of the far-too-many people who are feeling the pain of the current economy, this book may not be for you. Yes, Caitlin and Dan had a fallback position, but it wasn't easy. They loved Maine, but returning in such abject failure did nothing for their confidence:

"What we felt was that we could no longer dream. That was, possibly, the most dangerous aspect of what had happened to us."

But the book isn't strictly one young women's self-centered tale, either. As they cross America by car, once with great optimism, once in fear and despair, they see the toll that's being taken everywhere:

"What happened to our small towns? If we have no small towns and no community, does America have any future at all?"

This could have been such a big pity party of a book, but to Shetterly's credit, it isn't. She's clear about the mistakes they made, and the fact that they were far from alone in what was happening to them. What's more, she's able to--slowly--take an appreciation of what their experiences have taught them, especially about the concept of home:

"I'd thought that going west was our most American of journeys, but this journey--the going home--was when I felt America reach out to me and beckon me with its long legacy of triumph over adversity. I started to feel, as we made our way east, that the whole reason we'd ever gone west was to come back home."

This isn't a book that ends with a beautiful, "Oh, hey, we got back to Maine, and voila! Our dream jobs appeared and now we're doing just fine!" which is part of what makes it so believable and sympathetic, if hard to read for people in the middle of that struggle themselves. Nevertheless, a worthwhile read about what the current economic and political climate is doing to people today.

Just Kids

I'm late to the party, but what a lovely book this is. Mostly the story of Patti Smith's "coming of age", in a way, and her close relationship with artist Robert Mapplethorpe. What really surprised me about this book was how warmly affectionate Smith is towards Mapplethorpe. Sure, that may be in part because he's dead, but even when describing difficult times in their relationship (such as when, after having had a long-term romantic relationship, he begins to explore his homosexual feelings, something she was in no way prepared for), there's a sense of love and protection that was very appealing. She doesn't paint him as a saint of any kind, but as a conflicted, talented artist who was a very important part of her life. Still is, it seems.

In fact, it occurs to me that all artists, whatever their medium, could hardly do better than to meet someone who ends up being a soulmate, something beyond romance, someone to whom a commitment can be made: we'll stick with our art and each other until we make it. That was the pact Patti and Robert made, and they bolstered each other through some hard times until each was successful in their own way.

By the way, I never realized that Patti Smith kind of "fell into" being a punk rocker. She came to New York to explore a career in visual arts, and later poetry; music came along much later. Who knew?

The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks

I really liked this book. It's an interesting, frightening, saddening story of medical morals run amuck. I'm late to the blogging party with this one, and you probably know the backstory: Henrietta Lacks was an African-American woman who had a horrible case of cervical cancer, from which doctors and researchers withdrew cell tissue for research without informing her or getting her consent. This was pretty standard at the time, but what wasn't standard was the fact the Lacks's cells continue to replicate to this day, something incredibly unique and something which has led to medical discoveries and cures of all kinds.

However, Lacks and her family didn't know about this for many years, and author Skloot spends time showing what their lives are like: poor, mostly, and without health insurance to pay for some of the advances their mother's cells have provided. It's a stark contrast and raises provocative questions about what the medical community has rights to and what patients have rights to. 

It's also reflective of race relations in the 1950s, when other horrendous medical treatments were going on in the name of science, far more harmful than what Lacks went through. But Lacks's daughter, Elsie, faced her own form of racist medical treatment to horrific ends after Henrietta's death, a side story in this book that, to me, deserves its own book.

It's a worthwhile read, if hard to continue at places just because of things like Elsie's story. Skloot is a good writer, making scientific topics understandable to this layperson, and delving deeply into the Lacks family members lives and making them very real and very poignant, especially Deborah, who spends most of her adult life on a crusade to get people to understand that HeLa wasn't just a group of cells, but a mother, a daughter, an aunt.

Pretty impressive for a debut book.

Wolf

I read a review of this book quite a while ago, and even though I haven't read any Jack London since high school, it sounded intriguing, so requested it from the library.

Holy moley. I could hardly put it down. For a guy who died when he was only 40, London had an incredible life. Or, as the book's subtitle notes, lives plural. The chapters are each titled for a separate stage of London's life, told chronologically, from his "Work Beast" youth when he was sent out to work in a cannery at the age of 8, to his adventures as an "Oyster Pirate" and "Seal Hunter", onto becoming a serious student and writer, then becoming a gold prospector while waiting out a harsh Alaskan winter, then a war correspondent, and a celebrity, and a guy who designed his own 45-foot boat to sail to the South Pacific...you get the picture. The guy was not exactly a slugabed.

The author's writing is lively and thoughtful. He doesn't sugarcoat some of London's lives, whether it was his infidelities to his second wife or, for that matter, the disastrous train of thought that lead to his first marriage. At the same time, London's affinity for animals was strong:

"What he beheld along the path up to the Chilkoot Pass made his heart ache. Many of the Klondikers had--stupidly--brought horses to do their hauling for them, despite the terrain, the season, and the lack of forage. As the trail became worse, they whipped the overloaded animals mercilessly. Some were beaten to death; some tumbled from the trail into gulches, where they lay flailing with broken legs or broken backs, with no one willing to spend a bullet on them to end their misery. Later, it was probably only a small exaggeration when it was said that one could walk the length of the trail to the Chilkoot Pass and never set foot on anything but dead horses. To London it was a soggy hell."

London's efforts to teach people about his beliefs in socialism have an eerie resonance in today's political world:

"But London had become increasingly aware that to the average American indoctrinated with the ideals of patriotism, socialists, communists, and anarchists had all become lumped together into a bomb-throwing, vaguely Slavic cartoon that was inaccurate, and out of which they needed to be educated."

London's driving force (besides escaping poverty and the misery of being the Work Beast) was to use his time, as much as he had, to do--just do. (Insert Nike joke here.) While others in his literary circle fell prey to their own social lives, London lived separately from their salon-like existence and maintained a rigorous 1000-word daily regime. But besides writing his popular fiction and less-popular political works, he also traveled extensively, ranched, and had a very active love life--not to mention some less than savory run-ins with alcohol and drugs.

This is a fascinating book about a fascinating man, and you can bet that some of his fiction just jumped up several steps on my "should read soon" list.

Sophia Tolstoy

I became interested in reading this biography after reading Jay Parini's novel The Last Station (which, in turn, I read because I'd like to watch the movie starring Christopher Plummer and Helen Mirren, both nominated for Oscars for their roles). The Parini novel is a fictionalized account of the last year of Tolstoy's life. To say it's complicated is a huge understatement, but I'll try to paraphrase: after becoming a widely revered novelist, Tolstoy renounced his fiction and became extremely religious, and felt that the life of luxury and property was wrong. He felt there was no greater life than to toil, and he wanted nothing to do with money nor belongings.

Yet somehow he was happy to have others do a great deal of work around him, and he signed over his estate (the beautiful Yasnaya Polyana) to other family members so he could, technically, not be a landowner--even though he continued living there until just a few weeks before his death.

His desire to glorify the peasant life did not sit well with his long-time wife Sophia, who wanted to preserve their home--and his literary heritage--to take care of his family. For that, Tolstoy's ardent followers villainized Sophia and, after Tolstoy's death, suppressed her writings in order to preserve Tolstoy's saintly image.

However, in the last 15 years, some of Sophia's papers, diaries, and parts of a memoir she wrote have been slowly been released to the public. Biographer Popoff uses that new source material to create a shockingly different portrayal of the woman at Tolstoy's side. Rather than the greedy, grasping shrew who thwarted his heart's desire, she was the helpmate who worked with him continuously on his writing, copying and recopying his works after days spent in the hard labor of a woman's work on a large estate. No languishing aristocrat was she--her days were full of household work, plus raising children since--ahem--Mr. Tolstoy had a strong sex drive and an even stronger aversion to contraception, meaning poor Sophia became pregnant 16 times during their marriage, even when she tried to reason with him and get him to understand the physical toll the household work, literary work, and childraising was having on her.

Tolstoy was utterly clueless about a woman's work and life, and often spoke condescendingly of women in general. His doctrine of giving up all material comforts and not becoming attached to family often had devastating results; one young follower left his pregnant wife and child without any means to live while he chased after Tolstoy. Sophia in turn brought the abandoned wife under her wing and provided her with midwife training, so she would have a way to support herself.

To be fair, Tolstoy wasn't a complete douchebag. During a national famine, he organized massive relief efforts, and he was on the front lines, making sure the food and supplies got into the hands of those most needing it. But Sophia was a major contributor too--she organized donation campaigns and oversaw the receipt of tens of thousands of rubles in contribution, which she not only used as intended, but painstakingly documented how and where every penny was spent, so that her husband could not come under criticism in any way. (Wyclef Jean, are you listening?)

Tolstoy even wrote a novella, The Kreutzer Sonata, that had the main character killing his wife because of the "animal excesses" in his life. It could not be interpreted as anything but hostile to Sophia, who in turn wrote her own novella, Who's to Blame, which directly countered the theories in Tolstoy's book.

At the very end of Tolstoy's life, he abruptly left Yasnaya without telling Sophia where he was going, aided by daughter Sasha and the worst of the followers, Vladimir Chertkov (who, after Tolstoy's death, took the leading role in blaming Sophia for everything). Tolstoy had in mind a hut where he could live out his final days, but on the train journey, he fell ill and died at a station. Sophia tracked him down before he died, but was only allowed to see him when he fell unconscious. Chertkov later claimed Sophia drove Tolstoy out of the house; Popoff points to Sophia's own theory that Tolstoy knew death was close and wanted simply to find a small, quiet place to wait for it.

You'd think Sophia would have been somewhat relieved to be rid of him. But no--his death was a stunning blow for her. Married nearly 50 years, she loved him in spite of everything, and fervently believed in his literary legacy which she continued working on until her death, work that involved court battles with Chertkov over the ample archives Tolstoy left behind.

Even when completely at odds with Tolstoy and his sycophantic followers, she stood up for his convictions and fought battles with the government to remove censorship from his nonfiction writings, even when she didn't agree with them. She also zealously oversaw his papers and, later, his property, carefully documenting everything for preservation. She knew his legacy was critical, and she tirelessly worked to take care of it, even selling the estate at a much lower price in order to preserve it as a museum, when she could have earned much more money selling it to private buyers. She insisted that everything in his study be left exactly as he left it, including the book The Brothers Karamazov open on his desk, where he'd been reading it.

Theirs was a tempestuous marriage, full of storms and reconciliations, full of love and despair, full of pain. This isn't a book for the faint of heart, nor, perhaps, is it for a reader who doesn't want their view of Tolstoy as perfect to be disrupted. It's also tangentially about Russian history and politics, all of which reared their often-ugly heads during Tolstoy's time.

But most of all, Popoff paints a striking portrait of two immensely complex people in an incredibly complicated marriage. It could be argued that they were mismatched, but it could also be argued that Sophia was the ideal partner for Tolstoy--possibly the only woman who would have held on through the bad times and kept her devotion to her husband's work intact through it all.

Still--glad I'm not her.

It's Tuesday, where are you?

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Currently, I'm in Indiana, following a headstrong young man as he has a falling-out with his father that will last a lifetime.

Abraham Lincoln by James McPherson. Sort of the Cliff Notes of Lincoln bios, clocking in at a mere 70 pages. All in preparation to read this.

A new look at Anne Frank

When I was 14, I was into the whole idea of diaries and journals. Of course I kept one myself, and whenever I could find books about people who kept diaries, all the better. So imagine my glee at discovering Anne Frank: Diary of a Young Girl. I'd never heard of her, and I knew little about the Holocaust (my dad was a WWII veteran, but in the Pacific battles, so that's mainly what I'd heard about). Frank's diary had a huge impact on me; for months it was all I read. I'd read from beginning to end, then turn back to the beginning and start over. So many things played into my obsession: a young girl, my age, living under those horrendous circumstances; the brutal ending; the diary-keeping itself; and the fact that, in spite of the living conditions, she still felt like I felt as a teenage girl, decades later. One of the worst moments of my high school life was not getting a role when the drama club performed the play. So unfair. I would have been the perfect Anne, I just knew it.

Frank's book has long been treated as a historical document, which of course it is. But Francine Prose makes a case for viewing it as a literary document as well, in her new book Anne Frank: The Book, The Life, The Afterlife. 

She argues--very convincingly--that readers are experiencing the rise of what could have been a major literary talent, and at a very young age. What's more--and I didn't know this, and found it so interesting--after hearing a radio speech that talked about publishing documents after the war, Anne became determined that her diary, up until then a private record, could be such a document. She didn't intend to publish it as the Diary of a Young Girl, but as Het Achterhuis (literally, the "house behind"). To that end, she began revising the earlier parts of the diary. The originally published form used her revisions rather than the original diary entries, but as Prose compares and contrasts, it's clear just what an astonishing leap Frank made in terms of her writing abilities in those two short years, and with what clear, professional eyes she viewed the reviewing process.

Prose goes on to examine how the book found its way into print, including the wonderful story of legendary editor Judith Jones finding it in a rejection pile, flipping through it, then reading it, unable to put it down. Prose also looks at issues that arose during and after publication, not the least of which was the obsessive Meyer Levin's determination to bring it to stage, as long as it was his telling, and the road from book to stage to screen. She discusses in detail the effect that both the play and movie had by using the now-iconic line, "I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart!" as a dramatic finale. In essence, she argues, it softens the blow that Frank's death should have had.

But the diaries did their share of good as well, not only in highlighting that part of the war, but in teaching lessons about anti-Semitism and racism in general. Prose illustrates how groups in countries as disparate as Russia and Guatemala are using the text to teach tolerance and understanding, a legacy Frank surely would have appreciated.

This is an excellent book, filled both with passion and with meticulous documentation. Prose has done a great service to Frank's work, and best of all, it's causing me to revisit this long-ago favorite of mine.

It's Tuesday, where are you?

I'm in Lexington, KY, in the early 1800s, living a life marked by tragedy that will turn me into an enormously unpopular, reviled historical figure.

Mary Todd Lincoln by Jean H. Baker, a deep look at the tumultuous life of Lincoln's wife.