Aug. 27, 2010


by James Wright

She's gone. She was my love, my moon or more.
She chased the chickens out and swept the floor,
Emptied the bones and nut-shells after feasts,
And smacked the kids for leaping up like beasts.
Now morbid boys have grown past awkwardness;
The girls let stitches out, dress after dress,
To free some swinging body's riding space
And form the new child's unimagined face.
Yet, while vague nephews, spitting on their curls,
Amble to pester winds and blowsy girls,
What arm will sweep the room, what hand will hold
New snow against the milk to keep it cold?
And who will dump the garbage, feed the hogs,
And pitch the chickens' heads to hungry dogs?
Not my lost hag who dumbly bore such pain:
Childbirth at midnight sassafras and rain.
New snow against her face and hands she bore,
And now lies down, who was my moon or more.

"Complaint" by James Wright, from Collected Poems. © Wesleyan University Press. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)

It's the birthday of Theodore Dreiser, (books by this author) born in Terre Haute, Indiana (1871), the 12th of 13 children in a pious Catholic family. He's the author of the novels Sister Carrie (1900) and An American Tragedy (1925).

He wrote Sister Carrie while he was in his 20s. It's about an 18-year-old country girl from Wisconsin who moves to Chicago to live out her version of the American Dream. She uses her youth and beauty to become the mistress of wealthy men, which enables her to go from poverty to material comfort and a sophisticated lifestyle — almost overnight.

Dreiser wrote in Sister Carrie: "When Caroline Meeber boarded the afternoon train for Chicago, her total outfit consisted of a small trunk, a cheap imitation alligator-skin satchel, a small lunch in a paper box, and a yellow leather snap purse, containing her ticket, a scrap of paper with her sister's address in Van Buren Street, and four dollars in money."

Sister Carrie didn't sell very well when it first came out in 1900, but it's now considered an American classic. So too is An American Tragedy — Dreiser's first book to sell well, published in 1925. It was recently included on a Time magazine list of 100 best English-language novels.

It's the birthday of the novelist who wrote under the name C.S. Forester, (books by this author) born Cecil Smith in Cairo, Egypt (1899). His first successful novel was The African Queen (1935), about an evangelical English spinster and a grizzled boat captain who fall in love while navigating a river through central Africa.

Forester went on to create the character Horatio Hornblower, one of the most popular characters in English literature, a Royal Navy man who suffers from seasickness, is full of self-doubt, is class-conscious, is a fanatic about discipline and efficiency, and is a hater of the poetry of Wordsworth.

It's the birthday of the philosopher Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel, (books by this author) born in Stuttgart, Germany (1770). He started out studying Christianity, and he was particularly interested in how Christianity is a religion based on opposites: sin and salvation, earth and heaven, church and state, finite and infinite.

He eventually came up with the concept of dialectic, which is the idea that all human progress is driven by the conflict between opposites. He argued that each political movement is imperfect and therefore gives rise to a counter-movement, which, if it takes control, is also imperfect and therefore gives rise to yet another counter-movement, and so on to infinity.

On this day in 1930, one of America's most eligible bachelors got married. Journalist H.L. Mencken, age 49 going on 50, had never before been married. He was a man who made fun of romance and who called marriage "the end of hope." So he shocked America when he tied the knot on this day. The marriage made newspaper headlines around the country.

The bride, his girlfriend of seven years: Sara Haardt, of Montgomery, Alabama, an English professor, suffragist, and fellow writer. She died of meningitis just five years after marrying Mencken. Mencken was grief-stricken and never remarried. He edited a collection of his wife's short stories and published it as Southern Album.

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