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Showalter is on a mission to revive their spirit and move them more
prominently into the American literary consciousness. The professor
emeritus from Princeton University came to The Huntington last year
to do research for a book about American women writers from 1650 to
2000. “This is an American legacy that has been neglected and
forgotten,” she says.
The topic, of course,
is enormous in scope—350 years of American women writers. In one
book? Such ambition is usually reserved for multi-volume projects taken
on by a committee of academics. Showalter has already carried out a
similar mission for British women writers, publishing A Literature of
Their Own: British Novelists from Bronte to Lessing in 1977, which highlighted
many minor and forgotten women writers from the 1840s through the 1970s.
Her work ultimately helped to launch the field of feminist literary
history in the United States and Europe, putting her on the academic
map and causing much debate within universities around the world.
Showalter had long
hoped to do an American version of the British book but for years was
as daunted by the prospect as she was intrigued. “For a long time
I just didn’t think it was possible,” she says, adding that
a typical American woman writer of the 19th century would publish 50
books. Meanwhile in England, “Emily Bronte writes one great novel
and dies. That’s kind of sad, but it makes your life as a critic
a lot easier,” she says.
Showalter, however,
is not one to shy away from big projects, or controversial ones. During
her 20 years at Princeton, she wrote more than 20 books, including The
New Feminist Criticism (1985), The Female Malady: Women, Madness, and
English Culture (1986), and Hystories: Hysterical Epidemics and Modern
Media (1997). She also has maintained a fruitful side career as a journalist,
writing for British newspapers such as the Evening Standard and Financial
Times and American newsstand perennials Vogue and People magazines.
Such an eclectic array of publications might seem strange for a powerhouse
academic, but Showalter loves dabbling in pop culture. As often as she
has been lauded for her ambition, she also has been lambasted, frequently
on the Internet, where a Google search can return a long list of retorts
and rebuttals to her books and ideas. Even news interviews with a more
“objective” tone carry such headlines as “Who’s
Afraid of Elaine Showalter?” and “Elaine Showalter: An Anarchist
in Academia.”
Such a formidable
reputation arises from Showalter’s willingness to express the
frank views of a feminist in the public spotlight and to take on controversial
topics. (In her book Hystories, for instance, she candidly expresses
her hypothesis about chronic fatigue syndrome, which resulted in some
furious responses and even hate mail.) She maintains her direct manner
with her current project. “There has been a lot of scholarship
on individual [American women] writers, but no one has put it all together,”
she says. “I am sure my conclusions will make a lot of people
angry. So they will argue with me, but that is what scholarship is about.
I am not going to mince words in this book.”
Aware of the difficulty
of writing a book while maintaining a full academic schedule, Showalter
retired from Princeton in 2003; she has since put many of her journalism
assignments on hold. The Showalters—her husband is a French professor
retired from Rutgers University—had just sold their New Jersey
home of 40 years and moved to Maryland when a letter arrived from the
Huntington’s Robert C. Ritchie, the W.M. Keck Foundation Director
of Research, inviting Elaine for a 10-month residency as the R. Stanton
Avery Distinguished Fellow.
Showalter had planned
to use the Library of Congress for the book’s primary research,
but Ritchie’s letter changed everything. “Getting that invitation
to come out here was just the best thing that ever happened to me in
my whole life,” she says. “It was like winning the lottery.”
So she and her husband packed the car and headed west.
Once the couple
settled into an apartment in Pasadena, Showalter delved into her research,
focusing primarily on 19th-century women writers, an area of particular
strength in the collections here. “I really didn’t know
that The Huntington would have virtually everything that I would need,”
she says. “Everything. Amazing. The holdings in American literature
pre-1900 are astonishing.”
Many of these volumes
were unwittingly collected by Henry E. Huntington, who during his lifetime
purchased more than 200 complete libraries. In 1936 the Huntington Library
accepted a gift from Josephine P. Everett of about 500 titles concerning
women and women’s history. These books formed the core of the
holdings in women’s studies and provided the impetus toward collecting
more in this area.
But Showalter was
aided in her research by forces that stretched beyond the Huntington’s
rarified historical collections to the egalitarian realm of the World
Wide Web. Getting her hands on actual books is critical, but access
to secondary sources is also crucial. Fortunately, a number of libraries
have put their holdings online.
This virtual world—coupled
with the range of resources all physically situated at The Huntington—contrasts
dramatically with Showalter’s experience in the 1970s, when she
would spend an entire year traveling from library to library in England
in a quest for women writers’ archives, sitting long hours in
chilly reading rooms. She has written of this experience, “I was
often rewarded by becoming the first scholar to read a harrowing journal
or open a box of letters.” Despite the romantic image she conjures
up, Showalter says she would never be able to pull off her current project
if she had to crisscross the continental United States in the same way.
“People don’t think of scholarship as involving physical
labor, but if you have to be going all over the place, it can really
wear you out. Working at The Huntington really makes it possible to
complete this project in a reasonable amount of time.”
Showalter has enjoyed
more company in her research on American writers than she had with English
ones. A number of American women writers forgotten by history are gaining
their due, says Nicolas Witschi, associate professor of English at Western
Michigan University and himself a Huntington researcher. Witschi has
done significant scholarship on California writer Mary Austin, who had
frequented literary salons held at the Charles Lummis home in the Arroyo
Seco early in the 20th century, as did the writer Charlotte Perkins
Gilman. Gilman’s work has been brought back to life in the last
30 years, says Witschi, and Austin has gained new acclaim in environmental
literary circles for her masterpiece, The Land of Little Rain. But Austin
wrote widely in many areas and harbored literary ambitions that were
just as fierce as those of her male peers who have received more recognition.
“Elaine Showalter, throughout her career, has done tremendous
work in drawing attention to the accomplishments of women writers,”
says Witschi. “She is no doubt crafting another necessary corrective,
to help with the continuing effort to recover the voices of women writers
on their own terms.”
Other notable writers
in Showalter’s new canon include Catherine Maria Sedgwick, Lydia
Maria Child, and Fanny Fern, not exactly household names of the same
ilk as James Fenimore Cooper, Washington Irving, Nathaniel Hawthorne,
Walt Whitman, Henry David Thoreau, and Samuel Clemens, but true talents
nonetheless.
Critics have long acknowledged Cooper and Irving for ushering in an
American literary tradition in the 1820s. Showalter is not simply calling
for equal recognition of women like Sedgwick and Child, who wrote during
the same period. She argues they were better writers than Cooper and
Irving.
By the 1850s, best
sellers tended to be written by women. In 1855 Nathaniel Hawthorne famously
said, “America is now wholly given over to a d—d mob of
scribbling women, and I should have no chance of success while the public
taste is occupied with their trash.”
The sentiment was
that women—whose books often sold in the thousands, sometimes
hundreds of thousands—were driving more deserving writers out
of the literary marketplace with what could only be drivel. Showalter
has a strong distaste for a stereotype that has continued to gain acceptance
even today: that women novelists of this period were commercial writers
while the men were artists. “Their careers and ambitions were
much more complicated than that,” says Showalter.
She hopes her scholarship
will have an impact on how American literature is taught while also
captivating a wide readership that extends beyond academia. Knopf will
publish the book, slated for 2007-8, with an accompanying anthology.
“This is a
book I would like Laura Bush and Barbra Streisand to read,” Showalter
says. “I want to reach Maria Shriver and Oprah Winfrey.”
It will be a book of literary opinions, she says, unabashedly told from
her point of view, about a tradition of achievement that has been only
partially understood.
Experience has taught
Showalter to be prepared for a bumpy ride. After A Literature of Their
Own was published, she was widely praised and attacked for the work,
so much so that 20 years later she wrote a summation of her experience
in the Brown University publication Novel: A Forum in Fiction (1998):
“What I did not anticipate was that in feminist literary history
and criticism, as in every other field, being first has its disadvantages,
because you become the launching pad for subsequent work and the starting
point for everyone else’s improvements and corrections. For the
past 20 years, I have been attacked from virtually every point on the
feminist hermeneutic circle, as separatist, careerist, theoretical,
antitheoretical, racist, homophobic, politically correct, traditional,
and noncanonical critic.”
Whatever the reception
of this book, Showalter ultimately hopes that her scholarship will help
to expand the American literary legacy to include these overshadowed
women writers, bringing their rich work to new audiences and keeping
their voices alive.
Traude Gomez-Rhine
is a staff writer at The Huntington. |
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Crossing
Paths in Pasadena
Mary Hunter Austin
(1868–1934) first met Charlotte Perkins Gilman (1860–1935)
in Pasadena in the late 1890s. Both women frequented the artists’
colony at El Alisal, Charles Fletcher Lummis’ adobe home along
the Arroyo Seco. The two women shared much in common: both had left
unhappy marriages to devote themselves to their writing; both were active
in feminist causes; both found personal freedom by moving west and developing
a deep kinship with the California landscape.
Mary Austin was
born in Carlinville, Ill., and moved with her family in 1888 to the
San Joaquin Valley. She was keenly affected and inspired by the region
and would later write of it profoundly, most notably in The Land of
Little Rain (1903).
Austin came to Southern
California in 1899 and described Pasadena as “a city of residences,
beautiful as the dream of a poet, but quite staid and sedate, and proud
of its quietness.” Here she taught school and joined the literary
circle established by Lummis, the noted author and editor, who became
a mentor. In 1905 she moved to Carmel, where she helped establish an
artists’ colony that included Jack London and George Sterling.
She later moved to New York, participating there in feminist causes
with Charlotte Perkins Gilman.
Gilman is perhaps
best known for her 1890 short story “The Yellow Wallpaper.”
Written while Gilman lived in Pasadena, it narrates a young wife and
mother’s descent into madness and is considered her most autobiographical
work. Gilman’s major concern during her lifetime was feminism—women’s
suffrage as well as women’s economic independence—and she
achieved international fame with the 1898 publication of her seminal
work, Women and Economics: The Economic Relation Between Men and Women
as a Factor in Social Evolution.
Gilman was born
in New England, a descendant of the prominent and influential Beecher
family—she was the great-granddaughter of another writer, Harriet
Beecher Stowe. Despite this famous ancestry, her family lived in poverty.
In 1888 she left her husband, Charles Walter Stetson, and moved with
her daughter to California. She rented a cottage on Orange Grove Boulevard
for $10 a month and wrote, “To California, in its natural features,
I owe much. Its calm sublimity of contour, richness of color, profusion
of flowers, fruit and foliage, and the steady peace of its climate were
meat and drink to me.” In 1932 Gilman learned she had breast cancer.
She spent the rest of her days completing her autobiography, The Living
of Charlotte Perkins Gilman. With no hope for recovery, she took her
own life on Aug. 17, 1935.
The Huntington holds
the Mary Austin Collection, purchased from the Austin estate. Within
it are approximately 11,000 items—letters, manuscripts, and research
materials such as her extensive documentation on the Indians of the
Southwest and Spanish American folklore. |
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