Tuesday, July 24, 2007

I have a crush on Ted Hughes..what would Sylvia think?


When was the last time you had a real crush? The kind that makes you blush a little bit when you think about it? Well, I've got a crush....a literary crush on one Ted Hughes.

Yes, he was a bit of a bounder. Yes, he left Sylvia Plath and she shortly thereafter gassed herself in the kitchen of her London apartment. But his poetry...his poetry is just divine.


Old Crow
Flying your black bag of jewels
From chaos to chaos
Probe hard for those maggoty deaths
Which poison our lives.



Yum. Deliciously dark, vivid and sparkling....


Monday, July 23, 2007

When I Grow Up I Want to Be Elinor Glyn

People often ask "If you could have dinner with someone in history, who would it be?" Needless to say I get a blank stare from many inquirers when I say "Elinor Glyn." The absolutely scandalous, razor-tongued Brit came to the United States in the early 1900's, spent time at the Russion court at St. Petersburg and Moscow, attended the fateful (and deadly) birthday weekend of Thomas Ince upon William Randolph Hearst's yacht and literally defined the "It Girl" for the 20's.

Upon her death in 1943, Moira Petty sliced her life into one unflattering sentence, "the chick-lit author of the early 1900s, with a dash of Dorothy Parker and a dollop of Barbara Cartland." Ms. Glyn would have swiftly and silently scratched her eyes out.

Glyn was born Elinor Sutherland in 1864 in Jersey, England. Upon her father's death her mother, older sister (fashion designer Lady Lucy Duff Gordon) and French Grandmother moved to Canada. From an aristocratic background, she was strong headed, and rebellious and although she didn't receive much of an education because she did not like her Governesses, she did read everything she could get her hands on in her step-father's library.

Glyn married in her late 20's to a landowner and member of the gentry. The marriage was not a good one. Clayton Glyn was a drunk and abusive, and while they bore two daughters (Margot and Juliet) it was not unusual for Elynor to seek comfort in the arms of others such as Lord Milner and Lord Curzon.

She began writing during her marriage and first published The Visits of Elizabeth in 1900. The book, which was serialized in The World was very popular and successful. Glyn used the money she made to travel throughout Egypt, France and Italy. She followed up her first success with Reflections of Ambrosine. Her popular use of a autobiographic style which reads more like a diary than a novel was adored by her readers.

As she continued to write, her plots became less realistic and featured dominating heroes and sexually charged heroines. In the book which nearly ended her career and scandalized society (Three Weeks) she blatantly depicts and affair between an older woman and a younger man. The couple makes love on a tiger-skin rug and produces an illigitimate son. These were NOT things that were discussed by "proper" people. That being said-it was one of the most successful books of the decade selling an unbelievable 2 million copies by 1916. Sadly, Glyn didn't make much money on the book because she trusted her drunkard husband's financial advice. His debts bankrupted the family by 1908, forcing his wife to write for money to support herself and her daughters. Despite continuing money problems, she was determined to live in a comfortable fashion and pursued other avenues of attaining such comfort. She had an affair with Curzon, a former viceroy of India, probably with her husband's consent.

For better or worse, Clayton Glyn died in 1907 and Glyn moved to Paris, where her literary output increased. She had another big seller with The Man and the Moment, which was written in the popular romance style of the time in which the couple destined to be together does not get together until the very end. Glyn also expanded beyond novel-writing to publish stories and articles in popular magazines. She also was a war correspondent in France during World War I, visiting the trenches but wrote from the safety of the Ritz hotel.

Her finances improved in 1917 after she signed a contract with William Randolph Hearst for the U.S. rights to her novels. One of the first books to published under the agreement was The Career of Katherine Bush (1916). While the book sparked a disagreement with Hearst, who wanted the heroine to be more agreeable, Glyn refused to change her text.

Because of her popularity as a novelist Glyn was asked to come to Hollywood and write screenplays by Jesse Lasky of Famous Players-Lasky. She proved to be very successful at screenwriting, because her scripts, much like her novels, were daring and sexy. Her first script was written in 1920 for leading star Gloria Swanson. Her second screenplay, Beyond the Rocks, paired Swanson with costar Rudolph Valentino to provide another hit film.

Glyn produced a number of screenplays in the 1920s. She wrote Six Hours and The Romance of a Queen in 1923; the King Vidor-directed His Hour in 1924; Man and Maid and Love's Blindness in 1925; and The Only Thing in 1926. Both Man and Maid and The Only Thing were of the same genre as The Great Moment, but failed at the box office. These failures forced Glyn to attempt a different kind of story. Based on her own short story, Ritzy (1927)--a farce about a woman hunting a duke who pretends he is poor though he loves her--did not do well at the box office either.

While working on screenplays for Hollywood Glyn continued to write novels, one of which was It (1926). The screenplay version of this story of liberated female sexuality restored Glyn's reputation as a screenwriter, although she was credited only as author, adapter, and co-producer; Hope Loring and Louis D. Leighton actually adapted the screenplay from her novel. The 1928 film starred Clara Bow, whose sultry performance as a store clerk who has a crush on her boss and ultimately wins his affections earned her the name the "It Girl." Bow's new label inspired a catch phrase of the time describing the liberated, jazz-aged, new woman and It became a definitive jazz age film.

Glyn followed It with another film starring Bow, Red Hair (1928). A redhead herself, she used the hair color as a symbol for passionate women, though the movie did not have much of a plot. Up to this point, all of Glyn's scripts had been for silent films. She wrote her first non-silent script, Such Men Are Dangerous, in 1929. That same year the 65- year-old novelist and screenwriter decided to return to England, in part because of tax demands.

Describing Glyn's role in Hollywood, Victoria Glendinning wrote in the Washington Post: "Elinor had a triumphant last chapter as the social arbitrator of Hollywood. Aging now, her hair dyed, her make-up over-bright, she worked on scenarios and instructed ignorant American actors on how real ladies and gentleman walked and dressed and decorated their houses. She was immensely grand."

Friday, July 20, 2007

The Jazz Age's Forgotten Photographer: Alfred Cheney Johnston

The Internet is rife with information about everything from porn to obscure facts about things you've no interest in. This too may be one of those articles, but frankly, you wouldn't be here if you weren't interested in finding out more about the Ziegfeld Follies principal photographer, Alfred Cheney Johnston.

Virtually forgotten by nearly all but aficionados of the Jazz Age and photography buffs, this brilliant artist and frequenter of the famous Algonquin Roundtable captured the true personality of the famous Flappers and silver screen mavens of the day. His carefully draped nudes were considered salacious and were literally never published in his lifetime.

Born in Mt. Vernon, NY towards the end of the 19th century, Cheney was the son of a prominent banker with extensive and important connections in New York City. One of his father's close friends, Charles Dana Gibson (the creator of the “Gibson Girl”) took a shine to him at an early age and assisted and encouraged him in the development of his creative talents. While originally trained as an illustrator at The Art Students League of New York and the National Academy of Design, his mentor Gibson swayed him into leveraging the new innovations in the field of photography. Along with his own considerable business acumen, he no doubt took advice from Gibson who advised him that there was quite a good living to be made in photographic portraiture.

Shortly after his graduation from the National Academy of Design in 1908, he married fellow classmate Doris Gernon. An accomplished painter in her own right, she assisted her husband in the darkroom by doing all the retouch work on his glass plates and prints.

Though no hard facts survive, the story goes that in 1916 Cheney was approached by Florenz Ziegfeld, founder of the famous Ziegfeld Follies. Ziegfeld has seen examples of his portrait photography and invited the young man to become the official photographer of the Follies. Cheney gladly accepted-with one stipulation-all of his photography was to include his byline. This bold step proved to be a propitious one as it served to bring him other work for both film and traditional advertising agencies throughout his career.

Johnston's photographs ranged from unknown beauties that briefly graced the stage to immortals such as Mary Pickford, Fanny Brice, Louise Brooks and Norma Shearer. His portraits of the Ziegfeld girls became famous overnight, and he continued his successful career with the Follies until the Great Crash of 1929 when the Follies, and consequently his largest account, was hit hard. With the financial devastation and subsequent death of Ziegfeld in 1932, he watched helplessly as a major part of his career came to a close.

In 1939, Cheney and his wife moved to Oxford, Connecticut and converted a barn on 15 acres into a studio where she painted and he continued his photography work. Outside of a spiral bound art book entitled Enchanting Beauty published in 1937, just before their move to Connecticut, little record remains of his work from that period of his life. While the book was praised by critics, friends and fellow artists alike, it was not a financial success and is nearly impossible to find in decent condition.

In 1949, after the War had ended, Cheney opened a studio in New Haven, Ct and another in Seymour, a small town near Oxford. Sadly, both were short lived ventures. The majority of his career from that point on consisted of teaching photography to small groups, and a few lectures and demonstrations with the New England branch of the Professional Photographers of America.

In the 1960’s he attempted to donate his entire catalog and studio to several organizations in both New York and Washington, D.C, but either no one was interested or had the space to store it.

Three years after the death of his longtime wife and creative companion Doris, Alfred Cheney Johnston passed in 1971. Never having had children, he was survived only by his cat and the remains of thousands of portraits of a faded era of American history.

I wish I could include pictures in this blog so that you could see some of his beautiful work, but you’ll just have to be happy with some links. Most of his work is only available on the web, or to those wealthy enough to collect the few originals that have been auctioned.

Links:
http://alfredcheneyjohnston.com/index.htm
http://www.ruthetting.com/album/alfred-cheney-johnston.asp http://broadway.cas.sc.edu/index.php?action=showPhotographer&id=45
http://www.communityzoe.com/articles/johnston.html
http://www.divasthesite.com/Acting_Divas/Gallery/Gallery_Norma_Shearer_16.htm

*Without a doubt, the one of the best references to Mr. Johnston’s work is a wonderful book published in 2006 by Robert Hudovernik. “Jazz Age Beauties; The Lost Collection of Ziegfeld Photographer Alfred Cheney Johnston” is not only a wonderfully informative book, it is full of more than 200 publicity stills and photos. * Buy the Book. It's marvelous!!!!!

Yes, I am Ashamed, but it's True....

I am actually anxiously awaiting the publication of the new Harry Potter book. I say this in the same way that one would stand in front of a room of coffee guzzling, chain-smoking alcoholics. "My name is Meredith, and I read Harry Potter."

As a reader, a real reader who is a book snob to boot, this admission is a bit embarassing. Look below, see my reading list. I read real books. Literature even. Yes, I do have some guilty pleasures like Elizabeth Peter's, Amelia Peabody series. Though, I try and justify them by adding that there is some actual history included in her books. But, it's a dirty little pleasure.

I expect there are a lot of adults who will cry-off their Saturday night poker games, drinking binges, etc. to stay home and rip through Ms. Rowling's newest offering. All I can say is that I hope its better than the last one. I was not very pleased by it, and from what I hear this one isn't a whole lot better. But, I'm going to read it because...well...you have to.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Carl Van Vechten- An Oft Forgotten Character

While shady might not be the right word to describe him, this extravagant patron of the black arts of Harlem in the 1920's was certainly far from the norm. At the same time highly private and extremely personable, this inegmatic character passed away in 1964, but not before producing thousands of photographs, seven novels, and countless essays and short stories.

In New York, on January, 1907, Van Vechten became the assistant music critic of the New York Times. It was not long, only a few months, until Van Vechten became restless and solicited money from his father to travel to Europe for the sole purpose of hearing European opera. However, on his trip, in London, on June 29, 1907, Carl Van Vechten married Anna Elizabeth Snyder, also from Cedar Rapids, Iowa. The two were acquaintances from childhood, and they had shared a common desire to flee Cedar Rapids. The marriage got off to a rough beginning. The couple ran out of money in Amsterdam and was stranded until money sent from home could finance their return. The marriage ended in divorce in 1912.

After his divorce, Van Vechten returned to Paris and began meeting a fascinating array of characters through his friend and famous salon host Mabel Dodge (later many of these new-found friends would serve as inspriation for his novel Peter Whipple). Paris was kind to him, it brought him the beginnings of literary success, and an interesting, well-connected group of friends. Most of all, it allowed him to meet his second wife, Fania Marinoff. The Russian born actress and beauty remained married to Van Vechten for nearly fifty years.

Shortly after his marriage to Fania, he began his prolific stint as a writer of light fiction. His first publication was a collection of critical essays entitled, Music After the Great War. By far his most controversal work was Nigger Heaven, which blew the lid off the nightlife culture of Harlem-though it must be said that most of the controversy surrounding the book stemmed from the title itself. Van Vechten himself claimed it was an ironic commentary about the injustice of blacks relegated to sitting in the poorest seats of Harlem playhouses while white audiences filled the best seats to bursting. While drawing fire from such literary giants as D.H. Lawrence (who wrote: “Mr. Van Vechten’s book is a nigger book, and not much of one”) other's such as black author and writer George S. Schuyler rallied around the book saying; "“Carl Van Vechten & has done more than any single person in this country to create the atmosphere of acceptance of the Negro.”

In 1932, after inheriting a huge packet (over 6 million dollars) from his late brother, Van Vechten gave up his role as theater critic and a novelist to become a full-time amateur photographer of the era's celebrated African Americal cultural figures. Van Vechten became close friends and confidants of his subjects such as blues women like Bessie Smith and theater greats Tallulah Bankhead and Bill "Bojangles" Robinson.

Once quoted as saying "I've photographed everybody from Matisse to Isamu Noguchi" Van Vechten was not just an elevated society photographer. Most of his photographs reflect his true love of the theater who considered his work as an important documentation of both literary and theatrical history.

Recently his private, homoerotic interracial photographs were unsealed from a long hidden archive. This may cast yet another light upon the life and the loves of Carl Van Vechten. But, it will no doubt allow us to see through his eyes into the wild and whirling past from the early to mid-Twentith Century.

Want to see more of his photography?
http://beinecke.library.yale.edu/cvvpw/
http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/collections/vanvechten/

If you're ever at Waltham, Ma. Brandeis University stop by and visit the archives and special collections portion of the library. The Van Vechten estate donated his papers and extenisve photography catalog to the university in 1999. This webpage will tell you nearly diddly squat, but will at least put you on the right track:
http://lts.brandeis.edu/research/archives-speccoll/findingguides/special/vechten/


Other Information About Carl Van Vechten

http://artsedge.kennedy-center.org/exploring/harlem/faces/vanvechten_text.html
http://www.temple.edu/tempress/titles/1696_reg.html


Many Thanks To:

Matthew Braley

Wallace Thurman

Lueders, Edward. Carl Van Vechten. Twayne: New York, 1965.

Padgette, Paul. The Dance Photography of Carl Van Vechten. Schirmer: New York, 1981.

Reuben, Paul P. "Chapter 9: Carl Van Vechten " PAL: Perspectives in American Literature- A Research and Reference Guide. WWW URL: http://web.csustan.edu/english/reuben/pal/chap9/vechten.html (provide page date or date of your login).

The Shift to a New Demographic

I woke up this morning part of a new demographic. Sometime during the wee hours of the morning (3:17 a.m. to be historically accurate) a short thirty-six years ago I was brought into this world. I am no longer part of the (22-34) demographic-I am in fact, part of the nearing 40 demographic.

Nearing 40! How the hell did that happen? I just graduated from high school yesterday. I just moved to Atlanta this morning, I've been married and divorced in the last 20 minutes.

Actually, the realization that the years have been shooting past like bullet trains doesn't really alarm or discourage me. It is actually quite a relief to be past the heartbreaking naivety of my early 20's and the marital ignorance of my early 30's. I have the pleasure and perversity of my late 30's and the time, wisdom and myopic eye of a cynic to look back at those years, examine them for what they were and take forward the lessons that I gained from those days.

That being said, I'm going out tonite and enjoy at least a bottle of some slighty acceptable Pinot at Carroll Street Cafe http://www.apresdiem.com/carroll/home.htm if we can get through the construction traffic in Cabbage Town and squeeze out a table. Suzanne and Valerie, my lifetime cohorts will be in attendance, so no doubt it will be a good evening.