All human history is a record of an emigration, an exodus
from barbarism to civilization; from the very outset of this pilgrimage
of humanity, superstition and investigation have been contending for
mastery. Since investigation first led man forth on that great search
for truth which has prompted all his progress, superstition, the stern
Pharoah of his former bondage, has followed him, retarding every step of
advancement.
That is the opening paragraph of a speech
Cather made at her high school graduation in June of 1890. The
sixteen-year-old wrote it in response to those who criticized her
interest in biology and science.
Willa Cather, born in Virginia in
1873, was most famous for her stories of immigrants who pioneered the
American Midwest. Her family moved to Nebraska in 1882 when Willa was
nine. A few years later, she took a job delivering mail on horseback to
farms in the community, an experience that allowed her to become
personally familiar with the diverse cultures settled there. When the
Cather family moved from their unsuccessful farm into the town of Red
Cloud, she met neighbors whose influence on her life was more
intellectual and artistic, but equally profound. Many of them, along
with those to whom she delivered mail, would become models for her
future characters. She wrote, I don't gather the material for my
stories....All my stories have been written with material that was
gathered-no, God save us! Not gathered but absorbed-before I was fifteen
years old.
Following high school, Willa enrolled at the
University of Nebraska's preparatory school to study science. It was
only after one of her professors submitted a paper she wrote for
publication that she considered a career in journalism. In 1893 she
became managing editor of the Hesperian, the college literary digest and
began writing columns for the Nebraska State Journal.
During her
years at the university, Cather did what many college students
do-searched for her identity. She experimented with her writing and her
looks. For the latter, she cut her hair short, wore mens clothing, and
signed her name William Cather. These actions, hardly revolutionary
today, were outrageous for a woman of the late nineteenth century, but
so was a woman wanting to write. Her early writing, along with the
literary criticism and essays, included a book of poetry, April
Twilights, and a collection of short stories called The Troll Garden
published in 1905. In 1906, she moved to New York and joined Edith
Lewis, who would be her companion for the rest of her life. She also
became an editor at McClure's magazine where she stayed until 1912 when
she began writing full time. It was that year that her first novel,
Alexander's Bridge, (originally Alexander's Masquerade) appeared in
McClure's. During a trip to the southwest, Cather was struck by sudden
inspiration and began writing the pioneer novels that would bring her
greatest fame, O Pioneers! (1913), The Song of the Lark, (1915), and My
Antonia (1918).
Here is the chronology of books that followed.
* Youth and the Bright Medusa a collection of short-stories 1920
* One of Ours published in 1922 won a Pulitzer Prize the following year.
* A Lost Lady 1923
* The Professor's House 1925
* My Mortal Enemy 1926
* Death Comes for the Archbishop 1927
* Shadows on the Rock 1931
* Obscure Destinies, a collection of short stories 1932
* Lucy Gayheart 1935
* Not Under Forty, a book of essays 1936
* Sapphira and the Slave Girl 1940
* The Old Beauty and Others, a collection of short stories 1948 published by Knopf a year after her death.
There
is a sparseness to Cather's books. Not something forgotten, but the
intentional clearing away of debris to allow the story full reign. In an
article written for The New Republic called The Novel Demeuble she
wrote: How wonderful it would be if we could throw all the furniture out
of the window; and along with it, all the meaningless reiterations
concerning physical sensations, all the tiresome old patterns, and leave
the room as bare as the stage of a Greek theatre, or as that house into
which the glory of Pentecost descended; leave the scene bare for the
play of emotions, great and little-for the nursery tale, no less than
the tragedy, is killed by tasteless amplitude.
If you have read
her stories, you know how effectively 'unfurnished' they are. Cather
once said that after seeing a mural by Pierre Puvis de Chavannes she
wanted to create the same effect with a story. "...something in the
style of legend...with none of the artificial elements of
composition...the mood is the thing."
It is 'the mood' I find most
attractive in her writing. A line in the epilogue of her first novel,
Alexander's Bridge, answered an age old question for me. Are we the
person we perceive ourselves to be, or the one that others see? Wilson
shook himself and readjusted his glasses. "Oh, fair enough. More than
fair. Of course, I always felt that my image of him was just a little
different from hers. No relation is so complete that it can hold
absolutely all of a person."
In My Antonia, the narrator pens a
manuscript called 'Antonia', to which he hastily adds 'My' as he passes
it on to a friend. In his text he recounts his childhood journey to
Nebraska and parts of his life shared with Antonia. The story, the
struggle of immigrant farmers in harsh, unforgiving land and times, is a
classic work. H.L. Mencken wrote, No romantic novel ever written in
America, by man or woman, is one half so beautiful as My Antonia.
It
is difficult to pick a favorite, but if I had too, I might choose The
Song of the Lark, which is the story of a young woman's struggle to
become an opera singer, and Death Comes to the Archbishop, which I read
again after having lived in New Mexico for a few years. She completely
captured the 'sense' of the area. For someone new to Willa Cather, I
would say My Antonia is a good place to start, but do start.
Willa
Cather died of a cerebral hemorrhage on April 24, 1947, at their home
in New York and was buried in New Hampshire. At the bottom of her large
gravestone is a quote from My Antonia: "that is happiness; to be
dissolved into something complete and great."
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