My May Column at Bookslut: TWO AMBITIOUS MIDWESTERN GIRLS: WILLA CATHER AND MARY MACLANE

For my fifteenth birthday my mother gave me Willa Cather’s My Ántonia, a novel I devoured and adored. The subject — the life of immigrant homesteaders in early twenthieth-century rural Nebraska — was curious and compelling for a girl growing up in 1970s suburban New Jersey. The women in her story were unusually complicated, unpredictable, and real. But what was most astonishing was the novel’s first person male point of view. I’d read books by men from a woman’s point of view, but the reverse seemed radical, even dangerous, as if Cather were boldly writing her way into forbidden, uncharted territory. I read more of her novels — Death Comes for the ArchbishopMy Mortal EnemyThe Professor’s HouseA Lost LadySapphira and the Slave Girl — each a testament to her fearless ambition to fully explore her imaginative powers.


Though Cather, an intensely private person, expressly wished her letters never to be published, The Selected Letters of Willa Cather is truly a gift to literature. The 564 letters — selected and brilliantly edited, annotated, and commented upon by scholars Andrew Jewell and Janis Stout — span Cather’s life from her teenage years to her death in April 1947. Her letters are extraordinary not because they are well written — they are — or because they provide luscious literary and publishing gossip from the era’s most notable circles — they do — but because they offer a genuine view into that weird combination of devotion, drive, egotism, and self-inflicted loneliness that comprises the life of a writer. Reading her letters, we become intimate witnesses to how Cather shaped her life and how her life shaped her to become a pre-eminent American writer in her day and of all time.

After graduating from the University of Nebraska, Cather took a job in Pittsburgh writing for Home Monthly. She loved it, despite the trite copy she had to churn out. In an 1896 letter to a friend she writes: “It’s a great boon just to be of some absolute use somewhere.” But her aspirations are clear: “There is no God but one God and Art is his revealer; that’s my creed and I’ll follow it to the end, to a hotter place than Pittsburgh if need be… I think I get as much good out of it as most people do out of their religions. I love it well enough to be a failure in it myself, well enough to be unhappy.”

Cather regularly shared her work and her ideas with a shifting coterie of writer friends including Dorothy Canfield Fisher, Elizabeth Shepley Sergeant, Zoë Akins, Sigrid Undset, and Sarah Orne Jewett. After several very successful years as an editor at McClure’s Magazine in New York City, Cather wrote to Jewett in 1908: “Mr. McClure tells me that he does not think I will ever be able to do much at writing stories, that I am a good executive and I had better let it go at that. I sometimes, indeed I very often think that he is right.” Presumably her friends set her straight: over the next years Cather took several leaves of absence to write her first novel, Alexander’s Bridge.

Cather’s many letters to her two publishers, Ferris Greenslet, of Houghton Mifflin, and Alfred Knopf, reveal her intense devotion to the business side of writing books and show impressive publishing savvy. Deftly playing publishers off one another, she got optimal results for her books. In a 1915 letter to Greenslet she wrote: “My old friend Mr. Hendrick, who is now with Doubleday, came to see me several weeks ago and told me such attractive things about their book-selling methods that I feel rather wistful… I was well satisfied with the advertising you gave O Pioneers! but I think this book [The Song of the Lark] ought to be pushed a good deal harder.” Again to Greenslet, she wrote: “I am not wholly happy about the cover, but I shan’t be stubborn about it. You’ve never given me a cover I’ve liked. I’ve only borne them patiently. Have you seen a copy of the English edition of Pioneers? I think that a de-lightful cover… I’m afraid this cover will pain me as long as the book exists. I most heartily dislike it!”

The letters teem with advice for young writers: “As one grows older one cares less about clever writing and more about a simple and faithful presentation. But to reach this, one must have gone through the period where one would die, so to speak, for the fine phrase; that is essential to learning one’s business.” To a professor who wanted her to contribute to a textbook: “I think it is sheer nonsense to attempt to teach ‘creative writing’ in colleges. If the college students were taught to write good, sound English sentences (sentences with unmistakable articulation) and to avoid hackneyed platitudinous, woman’s-club expressions, such as: ‘colorful,’ ‘the desire to create,’ ‘worthwhile books,’ ‘a writer universally acclaimed’ — all those smug expressions which really mean nothing at all — then creative writing would take care of itself.” To Blanche and Alfred Knopf she wrote one of the great truths for published writers, unfathomable to those eager to get published: “Books, alas, are like children, — never so much fun after they grow up and are finished as they are when they are merely things to play with and all your own. I’ve learned to get my fun before publication.”

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If only my mother had also given me for my fifteenth birthday Mary MacLane’s exuberant, uncategorizable I Await the Devil’s Coming. I would have appreciated this diary covering three years in the life of a nineteen-year-old girl living in Butte, Montana, and I would have identified with her unruly adolescent struggle. In its rejection and defiance of the conventional, conformist adult world it resembles The Catcher in the Rye from a distinctively female slant. As Jessa Crispin writes in the introduction, Mary MacLane “gives voice to the voiceless. She is the usurper of the gatekeepers who say teenage girls have nothing to say.”
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2 responses to “My May Column at Bookslut: TWO AMBITIOUS MIDWESTERN GIRLS: WILLA CATHER AND MARY MACLANE

  1. Richard Pollak

    Hi, Jenny:

    You do what a reviewer should, make the reader want to read Cather’s letters. I will, fer sure. . . . Check my website (below) to see how I’ve used your endorsement. I’m happy to expand your credentials beyond the novels. Just let me know. . . . See you soon at 404.

    Cheers, Dick

    http://www.richardpollak.com 917-848-5843

  2. Enjoyed this review, Jenny (it’s been too long)! I’ve long *liked* Cather, now I respect her too. Seems to me that her business acumen deserves more credit than we usually give it because of her economic era and her sex. Thanks for that insight … now off to learn more about MacLane (and file all this away to share with my 12-yr. old daughter).

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