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Wednesday, January 19, 2022

Diana Presents Edith Wharton


Jacquie's Email Notice

Hello Literary Ladies!
It's that time again! No matter how cold and windy it gets outside, no matter what we're hearing is happening across the globe, no matter what or whom we are currently worrying about, thank goodness we can count on Literature Club to bring a few hours of sisterhood and literary delight to warm our hearts for a couple of hours. Our next meeting is this Wednesday, January 19th at 12:30 pm when we will once again be meeting on Zoom to hear Diana's presentation on Edith Wharton.
Until then, have a ball! xJacquie

Laura's Minutes

Zoom meeting. Fran rang the bell at 1:16 after a pleasant half hour hearing about members and their hibernation strategies during the Omicron period, or the other camp, the happy adventures of members who traveled or went into NYC to see plays and soak up culture.Treasury still boasts $265.11, although President Fran threatens we will spend some money soon on books for the library.

Imagine having to be on Zoom in a corset???!!! 
    Diana Jaeger stepped up to our virtual podium, announcing that her subject for the day was Edith Wharton. Diana guessed that members were familiar with the three most famous of Wharton’s novels, Age of Innocence, House of Mirth, and Custom of the Country. When most raised their hands indicating that yes, indeed, this literary group was literate in the Wharton top three, Diana told us that her presentation would focus on Wharton’s life story, hopefully giving us more context to understand the novels.

    Although Wharton has been the subject of a couple of doorstop biographies, Diana primarily used Wharton’s autobiography, A Backward Glance, for information. Engaging writing wins the day!

    Edith was born to the Jones family on January 24, 1862, third in birth order after her twelve and sixteen year old brothers. Although not as wealthy as the Rockefellers and Vanderbilts, the expression “keeping up with the Jones” was thought to originate with people watching Edith’s family. Edith’s mother Lucretia was not the maternal, doting person, and on the birth of her daughter, called the Irish nanny back into service. Her mother was cold and aloof.

    Edith’s earliest memory was holding her father’s hand when she was quite young, and quite dressed up. She characterized the moment as being “awakened to conscious life by love and vanity”. All her life, she loved beautiful clothes. With her brothers away at school, she was basically an only child, who loved making up stories, as well as listening to Greek myths told by a family friend.

    The family went to Europe for six years after the Civil War. By the time her father began to teach her abc’s, she had already taught herself to read. Her mother would approve the books she got to read: epics and tales. After she contracted typhoid fever when at a spa in the Black Forest of Germany, she could read as much and whatever she liked. By the time she was ten years old, she spoke French, German, Italian and English.

    Returning to New York in 1872, they lived in a brownstone Edith labeled as hideous. She was tutored at home in languages, English, and manners. She started to write in her father’s library, where she used the paper wrapping packages for her first writing paper. At eleven she starts her first novel. Her mother’s comment on Edith’s opening line: “Drawing rooms are always tidy.” So much for maternal literary encouragement!

    Edith begins to notice boys, and a “ringing in my ears…”. She asks her mother “What is the passion of love?” No answer there.

    However, her mother did keep a notebook of Edith’s poems, which she then had privately published and gave to friends. Through Longfellow, one copy got to the editor of Atlantic Monthly magazine, and he published five poems in his magazine. Edith is about 15 or 16.

    At 17, she makes her debut, unhappy, and rebelling against the expectations of society. She was miserable at the ball, in an “agony of shyness”. However, following the ball, she did have a kind of social season, where Harry Stevens fell in love with her. But after her father’s death, the engagement is called off, from “a preponderance of intellectuality”.

    There is another boy, Walter Berry at Bar Harbor in the summer of 1883, but he leaves in September. She meets Teddy Wharton, 33 years old, to her 21 years. He is a Harvard grad with a trust fund who likes fishing and hunting and such. They marry in April 1885. Edith is nervous about the physical side of marriage and asks her mother about it. Again, the door slams shut.

    The sexual side of marriage to Teddy was a failure. They loved their dogs, and they loved to travel. Edith is challenged by Edgarton Winthrop to read more systematically and deeply. After receiving an inheritance, she and Teddy return to New York, where she buys two houses, the second at 78th St and Park Ave. She has her first short story published by Scribner's.

    With her old friend Walter Berry, she writes The Decoration of Houses. It was a plea for simpler home decor. Banish the heavy draperies and furniture, and let the light in. First run of 1,000 copies sold out right away. The book continued to generate income for years.

    Edith wrote in bed in the mornings. She enjoyed her three dogs in the bed as well! The typist would come in and take the manuscript to type it. In 1901, she bought The Mount, in the Berkshires, a house and 113 acres. Here she and Teddy lived from 1902 to 11. The marriage deteriorated over these years, as Teddy flew into rages and tantrums, hunted, fished and never read anything.

    Edith longed for stimulating conversation. Henry James, her friend, said of her first novel set in ancient Italy, that Edith should “do New York”. She started House of Mirth in 1904. Wildly successful, her royalties were more than $500,000!

    In 1907 she and Teddy go to Paris, where she meets Morton Fullerton, quite the ladies' man. She starts a love affair, and a secret love diary, both lasting about two years. Meanwhile, Teddy embezzles $50,000 from her, and sells the Mount besides. She divorces him. Custom of the Country, her novel about divorce, reflects this. The heroine has four marriages!

    World War I breaks out. Edith makes intense efforts to care for refugees and makes six trips to the front lines in France. She writes of her experiences for Scribner’s, so Americans will donate money to the cause.

    In 1921 she won the Pulitzer Prize for the Age of Innocence, the first woman to do so. But with James Joyce’s Ulysses and T.S.Eliot’s The Wasteland both published in 1922, she worries her writing is old fashioned. But when F.Scott Fitzgerald visits her (although drunk), she is touched.

    Her autobiography was published in 1932, leaving out her lover Morton Fullerton and lots about her mother. She died in 1937.

Respectfully submitted, Laura Rice

Wednesday, January 5, 2022

Carol Presents Jane Austen

 Jacquie's Email

Hello Literary Ladies!!!

I hope you had a lovely holiday season and not ALL of your holiday plans were interrupted by a COVID-related wrinkle.

So back to Zoom we go for our first meeting of 2022 this Wednesday, when Carol will be discussing Jane Austen. I, for one, will be imagining myself in Christine's beautiful parlor, snuggling down in a ridiculously comfy chair, knowing Jane herself would be most comfortable in that gracious setting (though would have much to say of the newer fashions all around her), and grateful that technology has made it such that we can still be all together, as well as be able to watch Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy swimming in the pond at Pemberly scene whenever we wish, a scene I don't believe Jane would have fantasized about herself... or would she?

Jacquie's Minutes
(Jacquie got to be both Corresponding and Recording Secretary; Christine was recovering from an operation on a ruptured tendon)

As one by one members of The Literature Club of Hastings-on-Hudson appeared in little boxes on my computer screen as we were once again meeting on Zoom due to the quickly spreading Omicron variant in our community, I\this writer couldn’t help but feel the weight of history creeping into the very fabric of our precious gatherings. With resigned good humor, members conveyed how contagion, illness, and the latest shut downs effected their holiday plans and how accommodations were hastily and creatively made – from pared down gatherings and flight cancellations, to no gatherings at all while family members quarantined, to larger get-togethers attended, pandemic-be-damned. Associate Member Lyn McClean spoke about her meaningful work with Afghan refugee families. And time was spent remembering that this was the day before the one-year anniversary of member Barbara Morrow’s talk on Shakespeare’s Fools, which we all were all delighting in when some were interrupted by alerts on their phones that the Capital was under attack, while others chuckled on, unaware of what was unfolding, and that this day was to be known forevermore as January 6th. And Mary Greenly quietly mentioned that she was celebrating her 90th birthday. Her many years as a member of the Literature Club, along with the ringing of the bell by President Fran Greenberg bringing our meeting to order, were reminders of the strong ties we have to the traditions of our Club, and the connection we all feel to the many storied women who came before us over the past century, as they persevered during times of war and uprising, and national and personal joys and heartaches. And finally, as news was conveyed of the passing of Recording Secretary Christine Lehner’s beloved mother, all of us were momentarily silent as we mourned another fierce story coming to an end, yet aware that her story, along with so many others, will not soon be forgotten.

After some final words about how grateful we were to be able to meet on Zoom and not cancel our meeting, which Fran might have had to do even under normal circumstances since the weather outside was icy,Treasurer Lori Walsh reported that we have $265.11 in our coffers.

At this point, we all settled in as Carol Barkin began her presentation on Jane Austen by admitting she had chosen her subject as a good excuse to re-read Austen’s six novels, (as if an excuse was ever needed!)

Using our theme of Biography as a guide, Carol chose to compare the life of Jane Austen as presented by two of her biographers – one, her nephew James Edward Austen-Leigh in A Memoir of Jane Austen published in 1871, and the other, historian Lucy Worsley in Jane Austen at Home published in 2017. “There is far more interest in her life than information about it,” Carol told us, since her family destroyed all but 161 of the over 3,000 letters she wrote during her lifetime, most probably to save friends and relations the embarrassment of Austen’s sarcastic commentary. This might account for the more sanitized Victorian version of Jane that Austen-Leigh presented - the quiet and lovely Aunt Jane, sweet tempered and loving of heart, hesitant to be published, wishing to avoid publicity and uninterested in finances, versus the funny and smart woman portrayed in Worsley’s account - an early and eager feminist. Carol sees the later as a bit of a stretch, yet the former “does not account for the woman who created such strong heroines with their cool and sarcastic view of social relationships, and who saw their world so clearly.” Carol thus illustrated how this contrast shows how much biographers’ biases influence what we know, and don’t know, about our subject. What we do know is that – quote - “Jane’s life on the surface was typical of women in her time and social class; but she was thinking in surprising ways about the lives and loves of people around her.”

To readers of her novels, the facts presented about Jane Austen’s life that are known seem all too familiar. It is difficult not to fill in the blanks of Jane’s own story and character with the stories and characters she wrote about.

Between 1810-1816 Jane Austen somehow wrote or revised six full-length novels while also fulfilling her family and household obligations. Years of revising made for tightly plotted and written texts, and we, the readers and lovers of Jane Austen’s novels, can only be grateful that her life story unfolded as it did, to inspire her to write as she did. As Lucy Worsley wrote, “Only with Austen did women begin to think that they wanted – no, needed – to find Mr. Darcy. Only with Austen were women’s thoughts and feelings beautifully and accurately and amazingly brought to life. Only with Austen did women being to live as they still live today.”

Respectfully submitted,
Jacqueline Weitzman
Corresponding Secretary

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