Tuesday, 4 February 2014

Mary McCarthy Remembered at long last (by Posh folk massaging a de-politicized contruct) - from the Vassar Hub

Mary McCarthy Remembered

Longtime friends, colleagues, and admirers of author Mary McCarthy ’33 and the author’s granddaughter, Sophia Wilson ’03, assembled at the Liederkranz Foundation on Manhattan’s Upper East Side on January 16. They continued the celebration of the 100th anniversary of the writer’s birth in 1912 and the 50th anniversary of the publication of her novel The Group in 1963.
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Rosamond Bernier, founder of the French magazine L'ŒIL, spoke of McCarthy’s supportive friendship.

At the event, sponsored and organized by the New York Society Library, Vassar Professor Emeritus of Classics Robert Pounder, who also serves as special assistant to the president at the college and as emcee for the event, stated: “There can be no denying the influence of Mary McCarthy on the cultural and political climate of this country in the 20th century.” He noted not only the number of her publications but their “astonishing variety, subtlety, sophistication, erudition, precision, and scope.”  
McCarthy wrote about literature, theatre, politics, history, the social scene, art, and architecture for such publications as Harper’s magazine, the New Republic, the Nation, the New York Review of Books, and Partisan Review (for which she also served as an editor), even as she composed what Pounder called “short stories and novels of engaging humor, satirical verve, and psychological insight.” Some might say foresight, as The Group is said to have influenced such contemporary fare as Sex and the City.
Feminist film critic Molly Haskell spoke about the novel and its film adaptation by Sidney Lumet, reflecting on how influential (and controversial) the film—and the bestselling book—was at the time. There had been many depictions of men’s rites of passage, she noted, but “The Group was remarkable in that it showed women’s rites of passage. It was even viewed among some young women as a manual for how to get contraception.” [One passage described a character’s efforts to obtain a diaphragm.]

Presenters Sophia Wilson ’03, Jane Kramer ’59, Ron Patkus, Frances Kiernan, Thomas Mallon, and emcee Robert Pounder.

Presenters Sophia Wilson ’03, Jane Kramer ’59, Ron Patkus, Frances Kiernan, Thomas Mallon, and emcee Robert Pounder.
Haskell also noted that “The Group was one of the first vehicles to show the disconnect between men and women after sex.” She argued one would have to look to the present-day HBO hit Girls for anything comparable.
Most presenters had known McCarthy personally and reminisced about the woman herself—her formidable intelligence, style, wit, and, not least, her “famous Mary McCarthy smile.” They spoke about the innumerable ways in which she enriched their lives.
Robert Silvers, editor of the New York Review of Books and longtime friend of McCarthy, recounted the breadth of assignments he had given her over the years—from a review of William Burroughs’ Naked Lunch to a story about America’s involvement in Vietnam. According to Silvers, she agreed to the latter only on the condition that she fly first class.
New Yorker columnist Jane Kramer ’59, who has written the “Letter from Europe” column for the New Yorker since 1981, had known McCarthy since the 1960s. They had become close friends when they lived as neighbors in Paris. Kramer spoke of McCarthy’s “generosity of heart and mind,” which made her an excellent mentor. “If you were a writer and you were her friend, she wanted you to know how a sentence worked,” she recalled.

Robert Pounder with Robert Silvers, editor of the <em>New York Review of Books</em> and longtime friend of McCarthy.

Robert Pounder with Robert Silvers, editor of the New York Review of Books and longtime friend of McCarthy.
Thomas Mallon, who taught in Vassar’s English Department from 1979 to 1991, experienced McCarthy’s magnanimity while he was in college. “With what can only be described as the ‘innocence of the very young,’ I sent my 154-page thesis on Mary McCarthy to Mary McCarthy,” Mallon explained. “She was very kind about it.”
But he noted that she inspired jealously and envy even among the most admired women. He recounted an entry from Arthur Schlesinger, Jr.’s collected journals, in which the presidential historian said that one night, a group of friends had been listening to music at the White House, when Jackie Kennedy got up to do the twist, remarking rather pointedly, “I bet Mary McCarthy can’t do this!”
Indeed, “Mary had been the subject of much campus gossip,” when she came to teach English at Bard in 1946, noted Eve Stwertka, McCarthy’s student at the time. “All the women were convinced that their husbands or boyfriends would be stolen away; still, everyone wanted to please her. She gave the most wonderful parties!” [Stwertka later became McCarthy’s editorial assistant at Partisan Review and served as the author’s literary executor for more than two decades.]
Friends also spoke of McCarthy’s infamous candor. Pounder read a passage from Dorothy Gallagher’s biography Lillian Hellman: An Imperious Life, recounting Hellman’s now-infamous row with McCarthy.
In October 1979, Mary McCarthy appeared on The Dick Cavett Show to promote her new novel Cannibals and Missionaries. In answer to a question about overrated writers, McCarthy said that she could think of only one: “Lillian Hellman, who I think is terribly overrated, a bad writer, and a dishonest writer.”
“What is dishonest about her?” Cavett asked.
“Everything ... every word she writes is a lie, including ‘and’ and ‘the.’”
The incident led to a $2 million defamation lawsuit brought by Hellman against McCarthy that ended only when Hellman died in 1984. McCarthy was disappointed, Pounder reported—she had been looking forward to her day in court.
Pounder had met McCarthy through the writer’s stepdaughter only 12 years before the writer died, and said his bond with her was strengthened when she returned to campus in 1982 for a weeklong visit as Vassar’s inaugural Distinguished Visitor.
Frances Kiernan, author of Seeing Mary Plain: A Life of Mary McCarthy and a principal organizer of the event, said she frequently had encountered McCarthy at the New Yorker—mostly in the 20th-floor bathroom—when Kiernan was just a young editor. “She could be acerbic, a bit difficult,” Kiernan said. “But she was worth knowing.”
McCarthy had homes, at various times, in Paris; New York City; Castine, Maine; and Annandale-on-Hudson, New York—and many expressed their enjoyment in spending time with her wherever she perched.

Feminist cultural critic Molly Haskell reflected on the impact of <em>The Group</em>.

Feminist cultural critic Molly Haskell reflected on the impact of The Group.
Sophia Wilson ’03, granddaughter of McCarthy and writer and critic Edmund Wilson, spoke about having two categories of memories about her grandmother. The first is visiting her as a child. Another way of relating to her grandmother is through her writings. Wilson, who is completing a PhD in French Studies at New York University, said she had become intrigued by McCarthy’s work while an undergraduate at Vassar. “The fact that we can draw parallels between her work and what happens today speaks well of it,” she reasoned.
Many expressed how much they missed McCarthy’s presence, including longtime friend Kramer, who recalled: “One of the last times I saw Mary, she looked beautiful, but she wasn’t doing well at that point and was near death. She told me, ‘I’m not frightened about dying—what enrages me is the injustice of it. I’ve spent my whole life gathering wisdom and knowledge and just as I’m getting there, it’ll all be gone.’”
But many have taken care to see that McCarthy’s accumulation of “wisdom and knowledge” will live on. Ron Patkus, head of Special Collections and adjunct associate professor of history at Vassar, spoke about the Mary McCarthy Papers, which came to the college in 1985. They comprise manuscripts of most of her works and the various drafts, which, Patkus said, confirm “her sense of literary precision”; her correspondence with literary intellectuals; and her professional papers from which we can glean clues about McCarthy as a social and political person. The collection now stands at more than 400 items and is growing every year.
In addition, Wilson, literary executor of McCarthy’s estate, announced a plan to assure that her grandmother’s “intelligence and wit be preserved.” McCarthy’s out-of-print works soon will be available again—reissued in e-book form by Open Road Integrated Media.
McCarthy’s admirers and generations of new readers surely will applaud.
—Elizabeth Randolph
Photos © Vassar College-Samuel Stewart
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Sunday, 12 January 2014

"I found the events here shaking"

Context : Learning from History

In 1968, the North Vietnamese army and the National Liberation Front
launched what became known as the Tet offensive against the United States
forces occupying their country. The NLF’s attacks on the capital Saigon and
former capital Hué by a people’s army taking on the world’s most powerful military
might sparked off a year of revolutionary events around the world.




That year, countless young people were inspired by the amazing sacrifice of the
Vietnamese people. Then, just across the channel, the mass demonstrations in Paris
enabled us to envisage for the first time the real possibility of workers, students and
ordinary people overturning the capitalist state machine and bringing into being a new
era of history.



And from McCarthy, who, in 1968, experienced first-hand both frontlines of popular struggle and resistance:

141 rue de Rennes
Paris 6eme
June 18 1968

Dearest Hannah

...It was weird, writing about North Vietnam during all the turmoil and passionate excitement here. Hanoi seemed so far away...

I found the events here shaking. Hanoi was shaking too but this more so because closer to home both figuratively and literally. All one's habits, possessions, way of life, set ideas were called into question, above all one's critical detachment. I had not recognised how detached I was...Most of our friends' children were in the fighting, including a thirteen-year-old. None hurt, luckily, or arrested. At least not yet, as they say in Hanoi...

To be continued...

Saturday, 11 January 2014

Special Presentation: Mary McCarthy and The Group: A Celebration Thursday, January 16, 2014 - 6:30 PM | Open to the Public | The Liederkranz Foundation, 6 East 87th Street | $20 with advance registration; $25 at the door


Special Presentation: Mary McCarthy and The Group: A Celebration
 
- Fully Registered

Thursday, January 16, 2014 - 6:30 PM
 | Open to the Public | The Liederkranz Foundation, 6 East 87th Street | $20 with advance registration; $25 at the door
With Rosamond Bernier, Paula Deitz, Frances FitzGerald, Laura Furman, Molly Haskell, Diane Johnson, Frances Kiernan, Jane Kramer, Thomas Mallon, Ron Patkus, Robert Pounder, Robert Silvers, Eve Stwertka, Margo Viscusi, and Sophia Wilson
This event has been relocated: it will now take place at the Liederkranz Foundation at 6 East 87th Street.
The event is fully registered, and the waitlist is now closed. With any questions about existing registrations, please contact the Events Office at 212.288.6900 x230.
In 1963, Mary McCarthy published one of the most revolutionary and scandalous novels of that scandalous, revolutionary decade—The Group. Based loosely on her own experiences at and after Vassar College, the book follows eight women through the triumphs and struggles universal to the time and unique to educated, affluent women in a male-dominated world.
In this unique two-hour event, literary stars who knew or worked with McCarthy share their insights into this groundbreaking book and its author.
Rosamond Bernier, celebrated lecturer on the arts, founding editor with her former husband of L’Oeil,and author of Some of My Lives, first got to know Mary McCarthy when she hired her to write the introduction for Venice Observed and went on to become a close friend in Paris.
Paula Deitz, editor of the Hudson Review and author of Of Gardens, will speak about taking part in McCarthy’s French reading group in Castine, Maine.
Frances FitzGerald, author of Fire in the Lake and Cities on a Hill, was a longtime friend of McCarthy’s and will particularly address her domestic life in Maine.
Laura Furman, author of The Mother Who Stayed, series editor of The O. Henry Prize Stories, and professor emeritus at the University of Texas at Austin, will speak about teaching McCarthy’s Memories of a Catholic Girlhood.
Molly Haskell, author of Frankly, My Dear and My Brother My Sister, will speak about The Group and its film adaptation by Sidney Lumet.
Diane Johnson, author of Le Divorce, Lesser Lives, and the new memoir Flyover Lives, became good friends with McCarthy in Paris in the late 1970s.
Frances Kiernan, co-host, is the author of Seeing Mary Plain: A Life of Mary McCarthy and The Last Mrs. Astor: A New York Story. She is a former editor at the New Yorker.
Jane Kramer, whose books include Europeans and The Politics of Memory, has written the Letter from Europefor the New Yorker since 1981. She first met Mary McCarthy in the 1960s, and their friendship continued through the many years that they were neighbors in Paris.
Thomas Mallon, author of Watergate and Henry and Clara and frequent contributor to the New Yorker and the New York Times Book Review, attributes much of his career to the inspiration and encouragement McCarthy provided.
Ron Patkus, Associate Director of the Libraries for Special Collections and Adjunct Associate Professor of History at Vassar, will discuss the McCarthy papers in Vassar’s collection.
Robert Pounder, co-host, is Professor Emeritus of Classics at Vassar and a former assistant to its President. He met McCarthy when she returned as the college’s first distinguished visitor in 1982.
Robert Silvers is the editor of the New York Review of Books and was a longtime friend of McCarthy’s.
Eve Stwertka was Mary McCarthy’s student at Bard College, worked as editorial assistant on Partisan Review and served as McCarthy’s literary trustee for over two decades. She will speak about her earliest memories of her friend and mentor.
Margo Viscusi, President Emerita of Poets House, was McCarthy’s secretary for eight years in Paris and, with Eve Stwertka, her literary executor from 1991 to 2012. She will describe being interviewed for a job by the “formidable” writer.
Sophia Wilson, co-host, is McCarthy’s granddaughter and current literary executor. She will speak of her early memories of her grandmother and the process of reissuing her out-of-print books through Open Road Integrated Media.
A prior event celebrating the Mary McCarthy centennial was held at the American Library in Paris on October 16, 2012. We thank Paula Deitz and Frances Kiernan for their organization of this event.

Tuesday, 31 December 2013

Dear Hannah, a Happy New Year to you



141 Rue de Rennes
Paris 6
December 28 1963

Dearest Hannah

...De Gaulle's victory did not cheer my Christmas. As you probably know, he's increasing the censorship on news, which already was stringent enough. Milosz's son was arrested during a student demonstration, actually he was simply passing by and stopped to see what was happening. For some reason, they released him, but all the other foreign students who were arrested were deported the next day*. I didn't see a word of this in the Monde, which did cover the demonstration. On television there was no mention of the demonstration - the principal event of the day.

Dear Hannah, a Happy New Year to you. I wish time would roll back and that we were going to your New Year's Eve party and Tillich and Bertha would get drunk.

My deepest love to you, and Jim sends his warmest affection to you both,



Mary


* This event was incorporated into McCarthy's next novel, Birds of America.

Sunday, 22 December 2013

Polly's Christmas Present




from Mary McCarthy's The Group




Under Polly’s door was a letter for her. She picked it up, not daring to look at it, for she knew it would be from her ex-boyfriend Gus. She took off her coat and hung it up, washed her hands, watered her plants, lit a cigarette. Then, trembling, she tore open the letter. Inside was a single sheet of paper, a short letter, in handwriting. She did not look directly at it yet but put it on the table, glancing at it sidewise, as if it could tell her what it said without making her read it. The letter was from her father.
Dear Polly,

Your mother and I have decided to get a divorce. If it suits you, I would like to come to New York and live with you. That is, if you are not otherwise encumbered. I could make myself useful, do the shopping and cooking for you. We might look for a little flat together. Your mother will keep the farm. My mental health is excellent.

Your obedient servant and loving father,

Henry L. K. Andrews
On hearing the news, everyone took for granted that her parents’ separation must have been a dreadful shock to her, but the sad truth was that all Polly felt then was a wan gratitude that her father was coming. It was with a start finally that she remembered her mother and wondered how she was taking it.
Long afterward, Polly admitted that it had all worked out for the best. She was happy, living with her father, far happier than she had been with Gus. They suited each other. And his arrival, three days after his letter, was occupational therapy for her—just what a doctor would have prescribed.
Mr. Andrews himself, when he got off the train, was in fine fettle—a small white-haired old man with a goblin head and bright blue eyes; he was carrying a case of fresh farm eggs, which he would not entrust to the redcap, and a bouquet of jonquils. He had not been so well in years, he declared, and Kate was well too, never better. He attributed it all to divorce—a splendid institution. Everyone should get a divorce. Kate already looked ten years younger. “But won’t it take a long time, Father?” said Polly. “All the legal side. Even if Mother consents.” But Mr. Andrews was sanguine. “Kate’s already filed the papers and served me. The process server came to tea. I’ve given her grounds, the best grounds there are.” Polly was slightly shocked at the notion that her father, at his age, had been committing adultery. But he meant insanity. He was delighted with himself for having had the foresight to be loony and to have the papers to prove it.
Low-spirited as she was during the first days, Polly was amused by her father. She was startled to hear herself laugh aloud the night he came; it was as if the sound had come from someone else. She told herself that she was going through the motions of living, now that she had someone to live for, but before long she found she was looking forward to coming home from work, wondering what they would have for dinner and what her father had been up to in her absence. He was immensely proud of the divorce and talked about it to everyone, as if it were some new process he had discovered, all by himself. For the time being, Polly had taken for him a room on the third floor; on weekends, they were going to look for an apartment. But then Mr. Andrews had a better idea. Having made friends with the landlady, he persuaded her to turn the top-floor rooms into an apartment for him and Polly—the lodger in the one that was rented could move downstairs to Polly’s place. He designed the new apartment himself, using the hall to gain space and to make a little kitchen, long and narrow, like a ship’s galley. All spring and early summer he and Polly were busy with the remodeling, which did not cost the landlady very much since Mr. Andrews gave his services free, did some of the carpentry himself (he had learned at the workshop in the sanatorium), and found a secondhand sink and plumbing fixtures in the junkyards he haunted, looking for treasure. Polly learned to paint, well enough to do the bookshelves and cupboards; she sewed curtains from old sheets, with a blue and red border, the colors of the French flag, and she got to work with upholstery tacks and recovered two of the landlady’s Victorian chairs.
The apartment, when it was finished, was delightful, with its old marble fireplaces and inside shutters; if Mr. Andrews and Polly were ever to leave it, the landlady could rent it for much more than she was charging them. Carried away with his success, Mr. Andrews wanted to redo the whole house into apartments and make the landlady’s fortune—a project Polly vetoed. Mr. Andrews had to content himself with the plan of making Polly a little winter garden or greenhouse for her plants, outside the back windows, which had a southern exposure; he wanted this to be Polly’s Christmas present and spent a good deal of his time at the glazier’s.
Film Screening: Sidney Lumets The Group (1966) | Berkeley
The change in Mr. Andrews amazed everyone who knew him. It could not be just the divorce, his sister Julia said, nor dear Polly’s good heart and youthful spirits. Something else must have happened to Henry. It was Polly’s mother who provided the information, during a visit she made to New York, where she stayed with her ex-sister-in-law on Park Avenue. “They changed the name of his illness, did you know that, Polly? They don’t call it melancholia any more. They call it manic-depressive psychosis. When Henry heard that, he felt as if he’d been cheated all these years. He’d only had the ‘depressed’ phase, you see. He cheered up extraordinarily and began to make all these projects. Beginning with the crazy notion that we ought to get a divorce. At first I went along with it just to humor him. You know, the way I did when he insisted on being baptized into the Roman faith by the village curé and then baptized all you children himself. I knew those baptisms were otiose, since you’d all been christened as infants in the Episcopal church. Well, I assumed the divorce bug would pass, like the Romanism bug. But he got more and more set on it and on coming to New York. So I finally said to myself, ‘Why not? Henry may have a good idea, after all. At our time of life, there’s no earthly reason to stay together if we don’t feel like it.’ And I’ve been a new woman myself ever since.” Polly looked at her mother, pouring tea at Aunt Julia’s table. It was true; she was blooming, like an expansive widow, and she had had a new permanent wave. “Excuse me, madam,” said Ross, who was passing biscuits, “but why couldn’t you and Mr. Henry just live apart, the way so many couples do?” “Henry said that wouldn’t be respectable,” replied Mrs. Andrews. “It would be like living together without marriage—living apart without a divorce.” “I see,” said Ross. “I never thought of it that way.” She gave Polly a wink. “I can run the farm much better myself,” Mrs. Andrews went on to Polly, lighting a cigarette and oblivious of Polly’s blush. “With just your brothers’ help. Henry was always interfering, and he’s never cared for domestic animals. He was only interested in his pot herbs and his kitchen garden. Now that he’s gone, we’ve bought some Black Angus and I’m going to try turkeys for the Thanksgiving market—I’ve been to see Charles & Company and they took an order. If Henry were there, he’d insist on Chinese pheasants or peacocks. And peacocks are such an unpleasant bird! Quarrelsome and shrill.”

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