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Thursday 26 March 2015

The Write Advice 063: ROBERT CORMIER


When I'm writing, I'm only conscious that I'm a storyteller first.  I'm interested in creating real people, dramatic situations that will keep the reader turning pages.  Then, if I can say here's the chance for me to explore ideas, that's great.  I don't think of myself as a thematic writer, but as a storyteller.  If they don't work as stories, then no one will read them, so the message would get lost anyway. 

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Use the link below to read a July 2000 interview with North American writer ROBERT CORMIER (1925 –2000), author of the bestselling Young Adult novels The Chocolate War (1974), I Am The Cheese (1977), After the First Death (1979) and many others:

 

http://www.achuka.co.uk/special/cormier01.htm

  

 

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Thursday 19 March 2015

Poet of the Month 026: ROBERT SOUTHWELL


ROBERT SOUTHWELL 
c 1595







 
LOSS IN DELAYS
 


 
Shun delays, they breed remorse;
Take thy time while time doth serve thee;
Creeping snails have weakest force,
Fly their fault lest thou repent thee.
Good is best when soonest wrought,
Lingered labours come to nought.
 

Hold up sail while gale doth last,
Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure;
Seek not time when time is past,
Sober speed is wisdom's leisure.
After-wits are dearly bought,
Let thy fore-wit guide thy thought.
 

Time wears all his locks before,
Take thy hold upon his forehead;
When he flies he turns no more,
And behind his scalp is naked.
Works adjourned have many stays,
Long demurs breed new delays.
 

Seek they salve while sore is green,
Festered wounds ask deeper lancing;
After-cures are seldom seen,
Often sought, scarce ever chancing.
Time and place give best advice,
Out of season, out of price.
 

Crush the serpent in the head,
Break ill eggs ere they be hatched;
Kill bad chickens in the tread,
Fligg they hardly can be catched.
In the rising stifle ill,
Lest it grow against thy will.
 

Drops do pierce the stubborn flint,
Not by force but often falling;
Custom kills by feeble dint,
More by use than strength prevailing.
Single sands have little weight,
Many make a drowning freight.
 

Tender twigs are bent with ease,
Aged trees do break with bending;
Young desires make little prease,
Growth dost make them past amending.
Happy man, that soon doth knock
Babble babes against the rock!





 
 
[written 1586-1592, published 1595]





 
NOTES
 
 
line 27: tread = the act of conception
 
line 28: fligg = fledged, ready to fly
 
line 39: prease = trouble, difficulty
 
line 42: Babble = Babylonian





 

 

 

Robert Southwell (pronounced 'Suthel' to rhyme with 'shovel') was a Jesuit priest who was executed on the orders of Elizabeth I on 21 February 1595 for the unpardonable crime of treason.  After spending three years in the Tower of London, Southwell was eventually taken to the 'hanging field' at Tyburn where he was hung, drawn (cut down and disembowelled) and quartered (had his head severed from his body and the rest of his corpse sliced into four separate pieces) in what was then the most common form of execution for traitors to England and its paranoid Protestant monarch. 

 

It is doubtful that Southwell's gruesome death came as any surprise to him, given he had volunteered to lead a third Papal mission to his native land in 1584 along with his fellow Jesuit Henry Garnet –– a priest who would also find himself hung, drawn and quartered in May 1606 after being implicated in the 1605 'Gunpowder Plot' to assassinate James I led by the nobleman and Catholic zealot Robert Catesby.

 

Southwell was born in Norfolk, probably in 1561 or perhaps a little later, into a noble Catholic family which had, ironically, prospered as a result of Henry VIII's 1536 decision to disband the monasteries and divide their wealth between himself, his army and those who had supported his decision to appoint himself Supreme Head of the newly-founded Church of England.  In 1575 Southwell travelled to the northern French city of Douai, ostensibly to attend the 'English School' which had been established at its university.  Instead, he attended (possibly in secret) the Jesuit College of Anchin, based at the same institution, where he pursued his studies until unrest among French and Spanish Catholics saw him transferred, for his own safety, to the College of Clermont in Paris. 

 

In Paris he was taught by the English-born Jesuit Thomas Darbyshire, under whose influence he had decided to take holy orders by the time he returned to Douai in June 1577.  In 1578 he set off on foot for Rome, where he hoped to be accepted into the Society of Jesus, only to be told that he would have to complete a two year novitiate in the Belgian city of Tournai before his request to join the order could be seriously considered.  Southwell appealed against this decision, writing a heartfelt letter to the head of the order which saw him admitted to the Jesuit training college at Sant' Andrea, where he studied for several years before becoming a fully ordained Catholic priest in 1584.

 

Southwell could have remained in Rome, serving as Prefect of Studies at that city's Venerable English College for the rest of his life, but instead asked to be sent to England to provide spiritual guidance and comfort to his increasingly marginalized Catholic countrymen.  He and Garnet arrived in England in July 1584 – an event immediately reported to Sir Francis Walsingham, head of the Queen's secret service and the man responsible for monitoring the whereabouts of renegade Catholics and their illegally hidden priests.  For the next six years Southwell led a peripatetic and quite often dangerous life in and around London, moving from one 'safe' Catholic house to another and further tempting fate by occasionally appearing in public in the guise of a Protestant gentleman named 'Cotton.' 

 

The 1586 plot, devised by Sir Anthony Babington to assassinate Elizabeth I and place her cousin Mary, Queen of Scots on the English throne, proved to be Southwell's undoing.  In 1590, while visiting the Harrow home of his friend Richard Bellamy –– a man whose brother had been one of the Babington conspirators – Southwell was arrested as the result of information supplied to the authorities by Bellamy's niece who had to be tortured to make her cooperate.  He was first taken to the home of Richard Topcliffe, the Queen's chief priest hunter and torturer, where he was brutally worked over for forty hours without once breaking his silence.  After that he was dragged next door to London's Gatehouse Prison, where a new team of torturers appointed by the Privy Council took their turn to work him over.  Still refusing to cooperate with his captors, Southwell was moved again a month later to solitary confinement in the Tower of London, where he would remain for the next three years under Topcliffe's personal supervision.

 

It was during his time in the Tower that Southwell is believed to have written most of his poetry and his impressive collection of religious works, several of which were smuggled out and commercially printed during his lifetime and proved popular with Catholic and Protestant readers alike.  In early 1595 he was formally charged with treason by the Privy Council and moved again, this time to Newgate Prison and a completely dark subterranean cell known, for obvious reasons, as 'Limbo.'  His trial, which began soon afterwards, was a foregone conclusion, with a unanimous verdict of guilty being pronounced on him by the jurors selected to hear his case.  He was then returned to Newgate where he remained until the day of his execution, which began with him being dragged through the London streets on a sled before his gruesome death sentence was carried out.

  

Before he ascended the gallows, Southwell was granted the opportunity to address the crowd which had gathered to watch him die, reading a passage from the Bible and confessing that he was a priest who planned to ask God to show mercy to his Queen and her religiously divided country.  Unusually for the time, nobody shouted the word 'Traitor!' when his severed head was held aloft by the executioner for all the crowd to see.  Within a few weeks, an 'anonymous' edition of his poems was published, quickly followed by a second and third edition containing further religious poems that would go on to influence the work of many secular poets including Ben Jonson, Thomas Nashe, Michael Drayton, Thomas Lodge and William Shakespeare –– an ironic turn of events, given Southwell's often stated belief that poets spent too much of their time glorifying carnal love and not nearly enough of it praising God.  The third edition of his poetry was followed by the printing, usually in secret, of many of his most enduring religious works, with Marie Magdalene's Funeral Teares, first published in 1591, running to ten editions prior to 1636.

 

In October 1970 Southwell was canonized, along with Henry Garnet and thirty-eight other Catholic 'Martyrs of England and Wales,' by Pope Paul VI. 

 
 
 
 
 
Use the links below to read other poems by English poet ROBERT SOUTHWELL and a short post about his poetic and perhaps familial relationship with fellow poet (and secret Catholic?) WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE:
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 
 
 
 
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Thursday 12 March 2015

The Write Advice 062: CLEMENTINE VON RADICS


I say write.  I say believe in yourself.  I say publish your work online.  Publishing online is completely no-stakes.  Either no one reads it and you're right back where you started, or it takes off and suddenly you have an audience.

Of course I've felt terrible and without talent.  I've spent days working on poems I just throw away.  I am not even certain of a lot of poems I end up publishing, but I publish them.  Mostly because I have to let them go.

Publishing online is almost entirely how I built my career, and I am absolutely a better writer for it.  In doing so, I have met other writers who have bettered me immeasurably, I have learned what's popular and what's not with the general public, and I have given myself deadlines that forced me to create new work.

In short; do it.  Be brave.

Tumblr post [9 February 2014]

 

Use the link below to visit the Tumblr blog of North American poet and spoken word performance artist CLEMENTINE VON RADICS:

 

http://clementinepoetry.com/

 

 

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Thursday 5 March 2015

The Missing Person (1981) by DORIS GRUMBACH


WW Norton & Company, 1993




True to her credo, events came to Franny as she waited for them, her drifting, dazed self biding its time.  She had known this self since her girlhood.  But everyone kept telling her she really was Someone because she looked the way she did.  There were times when she was able to forget her secret knowledge that there was no direction to her days, no meaning to her beautiful face, that in the long catalog of human beings she was a missing person.




 

 

The Novel:  Franny Fuller is a star –– the brightest, most frustratingly elusive star in 1930s Hollywood.  Books are written about her, fan magazines are filled with photographs of her, yet she remains an unapproachable enigma, the mythical American 'Golden Girl' that every man dreams of possessing and every woman wishes they could be –– or at the very least resemble –– for just one glorious hour before they die.

 

Born 'Fanny Marker' in the small New York town of Utica, Franny is destined for stardom from birth, it seems, by virtue of her intoxicating beauty and the disturbing, sometimes dangerous effect it has upon the men her mother –– a once attractive beautician barely able to conceal her jealousy of her daughter's stunning good looks –– brings home to share their various cheap and shabby apartments with them.  One of these boyfriends –– a man her mother calls Jerryboy, a dirt-encrusted sheet metal worker whom young Franny finds physically repulsive –– can't seem to decide if he likes the girl or loathes her, if her habits of chewing her blonde hair and daydreaming about becoming a movie star are habits he finds appealing or simply irritating.  Only one thing is certain and that is the lust that being near Franny inspires in him, a lust that sees him rape her on her mother's bed one afternoon –– a crime the girl responds to, not by screaming and crying out for help, but by losing consciousness, only to be woken hours later by her mother furiously slapping her face 'first one side, then the other, like a funny man attacking the straight man in a vaudeville act.'

 

Seeking to avoid the judgmental wrath of her mother, Franny quits school and begins hanging round the lobby of the local hotel –– the perfect place, despite her age, to be picked up by the traveling salesman who are more than willing to buy her a drink or a meal, and sometimes both, in exchange for sex.  In time she finds her way to New York City, where she is approached in a restaurant one night by a man named Eddie Puritan who claims to be a talent scout for a movie company –– a claim, in Puritan's case, which happens to be true rather than the same predictable pick-up line she's heard a thousand times before.  At first wary of Puritan's friendliness and enthusiasm, Franny eventually agrees to hire him as her agent and moves into the one bedroom apartment he shares with his literary agent lover Lou Price, never suspecting that the two men are homosexuals whose interest in her is confined to their desire to make her the star they are equally convinced she was born to be. 

 

It is Puritan, a man who 'made her feel whole and valuable for a while, not like the others whose eyes always seemed to be examining her parts, like people who only buy the pieces of chicken they like to eat,' who takes her to Hollywood, arranges a screen test for her at Premium Pictures and changes her name from plain old 'Fanny Marker' to the beguilingly alliterative one of 'Frances Fuller.'  Her new agent patiently grooms the inexperienced Franny for stardom, eventually gaining her her first major role in a silly but wildly successful adaptation of Thomas Hardy's Tess of the D'Ubervilles before dying –– in a hospital room his protègée is afraid to visit because she can't bear the thought of watching anybody suffer –– of leukemia right at the moment when she's most in need of his kindness, understanding and well-intentioned guidance.

 

Her dead agent's place is soon taken by Dempsey Butts, an Iowa preacher's son who has recently become the star quarterback of the San Francisco Mavericks football team.  Butts quickly comes to feel, just as Puritan did before him, that it is his mission to protect this gorgeous, wayward, seemingly helpless waif of a girl from the problems and invasive personal scrutiny her newfound stardom have thrust upon her.  'His chest ached with longing, with love, as he looked at the sleeping actress...The Beautiful Girl was lost, inexplicably deserted and in some nameless trouble, and he had found her and carried her to an enchanted white castle.  By virtue of all these things she was, by the rules of fairy legend and sport, his.'  The fairytale qualities of Butts's feelings for Franny are subverted, however, by the decidedly unromantic location of their first meeting.  The football player picks her up in a Hollywood bar he is patronizing with his rowdy teammates, a place where Franny sometimes comes to drink away her fear and uncertainty in anonymous solitude, her beauty disguised, if not completely nullified, by sunglasses, old clothes, heavy boots and a thick layer of dirt.  This desire for total anonymity, it turns out, is the key to Franny's personality, her way of making herself feel protected and shielded from being 'found out for what I am, whatever that is.'  

 

After taking her back to her palatial but empty Beverly Hills home, where he spends most of the day watching her sleep and listening to her murmur anxiously to herself, Butts eventually gets to live out his (and every other man's) fantasy by making love to her, with the compliant Franny lying completely still while he moves 'gently, even quietly, afraid of frightening her or hurting her, feeling instinctively that she could be hurt, or frightened, during this act.'  They part company after spending a few blissful days playing hooky from their pressure-laden lives, yet Butts finds it impossible to rid himself of the feeling that Franny must be protected and that he is the man fate has chosen to become her protector.  Within a few weeks he has arranged to marry Franny, agreeing to her request that the ceremony be held in New York City while she's appearing there on a publicity tour, never suspecting that the marriage will be over within two years, a victim of their conflicting work schedules and Franny's inability to live what he considers to be a normal married life.  Even a miscarriage, with Butts flying across the country to be at her bedside while she recovers, fails to reunite them.  He promises to drop whatever he's doing and come back any time Franny says she wants or needs him, but this eagerly anticipated call is one he never receives.  Within months of their divorce, his ex-wife has found herself a new protector in the form of Arnold Franklin, a successful poet and playwright who happens to be represented –– as she herself now is –– by Lou Price, literary agent and former lover of the sorely missed Eddie Puritan.

 

Franklin, eager to show off his new conquest, introduces her to his friends Patrick and Mollie Cairns –– acting teachers whose offer to 'coach' the world famous Frances Fuller in the more 'demanding art' of stage acting could make them almost as famous, they quickly realize, as their awestruck would-be pupil.  These hopes come to nothing, however, when Franny –– already spooked by the thought of formally studying what has always been an instinctive art to her –– impulsively returns to Hollywood to complete her latest picture.  It is here that Franklin finds her a few days later, stretched out beside her pool in Beverly Hills, the ultimate shiksa goddess he feels compelled, in his meticulous Jewish way, to propose to on the spot.  Franny accepts his proposal and they're married in New York a few weeks later, the bride dressing demurely as a mark of respect to the religious beliefs of her new, silently disapproving in-laws.

 

 

GP Putnam & Sons first US edition, 1981

 

 

Like Dempsey Butts before him, Franklin finds it no easy task to be married to a woman as shy, elusive and mysterious as Franny Fuller.  Their life in Hollywood –– where he has accepted a job adapting one of his plays for the screen –– sees him reduced to the role of her sexless companion and round-the-clock nurse, required only to watch her drink herself to sleep each night and play unwilling host to the crowds of blathering 'guests' who invade her empty house each day.  'He was never able afterward to remember the exact moment,' the dissatisfied playwright recalls at one point, 'when the pleasure of being married to Franny started to diminish, when delight in having captured the American Dream Girl gave way to apprehension about what he would do with her, and how he would survive her shriveling aura.  His sense of triumph had been acute but short-lived.'  Frustrated by Franny's remoteness, his inability to enjoy the kind of sexual intimacy with her that, in his view, a husband should be entitled to enjoy with his wife, Franklin can do little except step powerlessly aside as Franny alienates her bosses and co-stars by being continually late for work and often neglecting to appear on set at all.  

 

The situation, already difficult, becomes impossible for Franklin when Franny literally goes missing one day, disappearing without a trace without telling him or anybody else where she's gone or how long she plans to remain incommunicado.  Frantic for news of her, he turns to Butts for help, only to spend an evening swapping stories about her various peculiarities with the ex-football star over drinks in the same seedy bar Butts originally met her in so many years before.  Confused and slightly ashamed of themselves, Franklin and Butts leave it up to Franny's current director –– yet another fiercely protective male 'savior' named Reuben Rubin –– to continue the search for her without them.  Finally, her erratic behavior proves too much for Franklin, who boards a train to New York, using the long cross country journey to compose a new poem about her while she languishes, alone and possibly dead, somewhere in Los Angeles. 

 

But Franny, it turns out, isn't dead at all.  She has simply taken up residence in a 1940 Cadillac that is the cleverly modified, proudly maintained 'home' of a black civil servant named Ira Rorie.  It is Rorie's nightly habit to park his car in a different 'safe' white neighborhood, where he is free to use it as his kitchen, bathroom and bedroom without arousing the suspicions of either the residents or the local police.  He meets Franny when she literally bumps into his car's right fender late one night, telling him, when he emerges from his backseat bed to help her to her feet, that she is lost and has just hauled herself out of some unseen backyard swimming pool.  Rorie helps the dazed actress remove her tattered wet clothing and invites her to rest a while in his cozy home on wheels, beginning what is arguably the happiest phase of Franny's life as, anonymous and untraceable, she finds herself treated as the black man's honored guest, sharing his Cadillac (which he has lovingly christened 'Jeanette' in honor of his favorite movie star, white actress Jeanette Macdonald) and its fold-out bed while he brings her food and gossip magazines to read to help while away the hours.  He calls her Beauty, never realizing that he's playing host to a famous movie because Franny refuses to wash even after having sex with him as 'payment' for the kindness he has shown her.  Their idyllic life together comes to an abrupt end, however, when Rorie arrives 'home' one night to find a note waiting for him on the driver's seat, politely explaining that Franny has moved on and thanking him for 'having her.' 

 

Franny's next stop is not her estate in Beverly Hills or the sound-stages of Premium Pictures, but the home of her stand-in Dolores Jenkins, who tells her of the desperate but thus far unsuccessful efforts the studio has made to locate her.  Dolores, who is dying of breast cancer and in one sense could be considered Franny's only true friend, is struck again by the contrasts between them and the very different lives they've led since arriving in Hollywood as naïve starstruck girls.  Life seems to be a kind of hazy soporific dream for Franny, a state of existence in which she is rarely, if ever, obliged to take responsibility for herself or her frequently irrational behavior.  She can flee from grim realities like cancer and death because the world neither wants nor expects her, its Golden Girl, to be exposed to or tarnished by such ugly, sordid yet inescapable phenomena.  It wants, indeed demands, that Frances Fuller rise above such mundane concerns and remain, in essence, what she has always been –– a pretty, somewhat vacant-minded child encased in a voluptuous woman's body, a walking fantasy object whose appeal shows no signs of waning despite having been suspended by the studio and the winding down of the war which had so much to do with making her a star in the first place.

 

Franny's popularity does eventually decline, of course, placing her in the same 'has-been' category as the silent stars –– forgotten, alcoholic actors like Willis Lord –– whom she idolized and sought to emulate as a child.  In the meantime, the Hollywood studio system unrelentingly grinds on, creating new stars for a public insatiably greedy for novelty and glamor, prompting Mary Maguire –– gossip columnist and Franny's biographer –– to write her and everything she's meant to the movie-going public off in just a few glibly constructed sentences:

 

'This reporter gives up. Studio officials will say only that she has broken her contract.  Her ex is in New York, reportedly.  At Premium no one knows anything about her whereabouts.  So what else is new?  Phone at the Dolores Jenkins (once her stand-in-friend) residence is no longer connected.  Last night at Romanoff's I asked Brock Currier if he knew where FF was.  He laughed and said:  "Not me."  Later spotted him at the bar with young and beautiful Honey Moon on his arm...'

 

 


Penguin Books UK, c 1982

 

 

The Missing Person is one of many superb North American novels –– a list which includes masterpieces like Nathanael West's The Day of the Locust (1939), F Scott Fitzgerald's unfinished The Love of the Last Tycoon (1941), Michael Tolkin's The Player (1988) and Joyce Carol Oates's Blonde (2000) to name just a few –– set in the tinsel-coated fishbowl that was and remains Hollywood.  Franny's story, while clearly based on the troubled life of Marilyn Monroe (Dempsey Butts is based on her second husband, the baseball player Joe DiMaggio, while Arnold Franklin is an ungenerous if not contemptuous portrait of Monroe's third husband, the playwright Arthur Miller), is nevertheless compelling enough in its own right to stand as a powerful indictment of a system which transforms nobodies into universally recognized fantasy objects overnight, only to toss them aside like broken dolls once they cease to possess what the studio bosses regard as being an exploitable commercial value.  

 

What makes Grumbach's novel unique is her clear-sighted, thoroughly unsentimental dissection of the process of stardom itself, her ability to expose the phenomenon as the sham it is from the inside out by deliberately making her main character as enigmatic to the reader as she is to her legions of adoring fans and those, like Dolores Jenkins, Arnold Franklin, Ira Rorie and Mary Maguire (another portrait drawn from life, this time of acerbic Hollywood gossip columnist Hedda Hopper), whose lives she so dramatically affects without ever becoming affected by them in return.  Franny is a face and a body, an ethereal image projected onto a cinema screen, a 'missing person' in the sense that she lacks a separate life or even an individual identity of her own beyond that which the studio and men like Eddie Puritan and Reuben Rubin prove so adept at creating for her.  She remains as mysterious to herself as she does to everyone who fails to recognize the dysfunctional woman hidden beneath the beautiful and glamorous facade, an internationally beloved celebrity whose greatest comfort lies in assuming a kind of grubby anonymity, a symbol of sexual abandon who, in what could be the novel's ultimate irony, remains incapable of deriving any form of pleasure from the sexual act herself.  

 

Franny's is a tale that cuts right to the heart of what it means to be a celebrated woman in an emotionally bankrupt, fame-obsessed culture where physical appearance matters far more than talent or intelligence and an endless supply of wannabes are forever lurking in the wings, desperate to take the places of those whom a fickle, whim-driven public has become disenchanted with for whatever inane reason.  Frances Fuller is more than another casualty of fame and the emotional emptiness that so often accompanies it.  Alternately adored and despised, a maddening paradox whose box-office appeal is as undeniable as the money it can be counted upon to earn for her studio, she is the American Dream personified in all its tacky, evanescent glory.

 

 

 


DORIS GRUMBACH, c 1962

 

 

 

The WriterDoris Grumbach (née Isaac) was born in New York City on 12 July 1918 and spent her childhood there.  An exceptionally gifted student, she was able to skip a grade and begin attending high school at the age of eleven, where she quickly found herself overwhelmed by her fellow students, causing her to lose her self-confidence and develop a terrible stammer as a result of her inability to interact with them.  Although her parents agreed to keep her out of school for a year so she could  'catch up' with her peers emotionally and physically, she proved to be an indifferent student when she eventually resumed her studies, forsaking what had been a promising academic career to foster her burgeoning interests in drama and creative writing.  

 

Grumbach showed early promise as a writer, winning a city wide short story contest during her senior year of high school which secured her a scholarship to New York University, where she majored in philosophy and graduated Phi Beta Kappa before going on to earn her Bachelor of Arts degree in 1939 and her Master of Arts degree in medieval literature from Cornell University two years later.  It was while she was attending Cornell that she met her future husband Leonard Grumbach, whom she married in October 1941.  She spent the early years of World War Two working as a subtitle writer for Loews/MGM (on films intended to be screened in war ravaged, non-English speaking countries like France and the Netherlands) and then as a proofreader for Mademoiselle and Architectural Forum magazines, eventually rising to the position of assistant editor at the latter publication –– a position she retained until her husband, a medical student, was drafted in 1943 and she volunteered to serve in the female branch of the US Navy known as the WAVES (Women Accepted for Voluntary Emergency Service).  She soon became an officer and remained in uniform until hostilities ceased in 1945.

 

After the war, Grumbach and her husband traveled round the country for several years while he worked to complete his medical degree.  She also became the mother of four daughters during this period, which cannot have been easy given the amount of traveling her husband's choice of career obliged her to do.  The family eventually settled in Albany, New York, where Leonard Grumbach taught at that city's medical college while his wife took a position as teacher of junior and senior English at the Albany School for Girls.  She left the school in 1960 to become Professor of English at the nearby Catholic College of Saint Rose and at the same time began working on her debut novel, published in 1962 as The Spoil of the Flowers.  A second novel The Short Throat, The Tender Mouth appeared in 1964, as did Lord, I Have No Courage, her only book for children.   

 

Until 1971, when she decided to separate from her husband, Grumbach successfully divided her time between teaching and writing essays, articles and non-fiction pieces for a variety of academic and non-academic publications.  Her third book was not a novel but a biography of her friend and fellow novelist Mary McCarthy titled The Company She Kept: A Revealing Portrait of Mary McCarthy (1967).  Although well received, the biography proved to be far more revealing than its subject had bargained for, with Grumbach including lengthy extracts from McCarthy's personal letters to her without first gaining McCarthy's permission to do so.  (It is not recorded if this breach of literary etiquette permanently damaged the friendship but it is likely that it did, given McCarthy's legendary fondness for feuding with her fellow writers.) 

 

Grumbach spent most of 1971 in Saratoga Springs helping to organize an external degree program being offered by Empire State College.  The following year saw her divorce her husband and begin a relationship with Sybil Pike, who thereafter became her permanent life partner.  Grumbach was also offered and accepted a position as literary editor of The New Republic at this time, remaining with the magazine until it was sold and its new owners fired her.  By this time she and Pike had moved from New York to Washington DC, where in 1975 she became Professor of American Literature at American University, supplementing her academic income by writing a regular column for The New York Times Book Review.  She retained her Professorship until 1985, when she resigned from the school so that she and Pike could open Wayward Books, a secondhand bookstore on Capitol Hill.  They successfully ran the store together for the next five years, when they relocated it and themselves to the small Maine fishing village of Sargentville.

 

 

DORIS GRUMBACH, c 2001

 

 

Grumbach's writing career began again in earnest during the late 1970s with the publication of her third novel Chamber Music (1979), a tale based on the unhappy lives of homosexual North American composer Edward MacDowell and his lesbian wife Marian.  Her next three novels –– The Missing Person (1981), The Ladies (1984) and The Magician's Girl (1987) –– were all inspired by the lives and struggles of real women, specifically Marilyn Monroe, a Welsh lesbian couple named Eleanor Butler and Sarah Ponsonby (who bravely defied Victorian convention by living together openly as gay women for close to half a century), the doomed North American poet Sylvia Plath and legendary New York photographer Diane Arbus.  These novels, in which lesbian love was treated as a natural and positive aspect of feminine life, established their unflinchingly honest author as one of the nation's foremost LGBTQI+ writers and helped to create a market for her six volumes of memoirs, beginning in 1991 with Coming Into The End Zone and ending with the 2001 publication of The Pleasure of Their Company.  All this work did not prevent her from planning an unwritten biography of Willa Cather, accepting teaching positions at the Writer's Workshop at the University of Iowa or appearing regularly to review books and discuss literature on National Public Radio and the PBS current affairs program The McNeil-Lehrer Newshour.

 

Doris Grumbach celebrated her ninety-sixth birthday in July 2014 and now lives in an assisted care nursing home in upstate New York.  A self-described 'hermit' who published a memoir titled Fifty Days of Solitude in 1994, she may not find the loneliness of old age as burdensome as it may feel to many of her fellow nonagenarians.  As she once told a reporter:  'It seems to me –– this sounds very odd –– the life that you lead in your mind –– with your eyes and your ears in one place –– serves you well in old age.'

 
 
 
Use the link below to read The View from 90, an essay about solitude and the aging process by DORIS GRUMBACH originally published in the Spring 2011 issue of The American Scholar:
 
 
 


 

 

 

 

 

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