Don’t you always wonder what REALLY goes in another marriage. Sometimes, I look at a couple, usually a celebrity couple, and think, “how on earth do they stay together?”
If you feel the same way, be sure to pick up Uncommon Arrangements: Seven Portraits of Married Life in London Literary Circles, 1910-1939. Don’t let the long title scare you off. This is biographical writing at its best. Katie Roiphe, who writes on women’s issues for The New York Times, The Washington Post, and Slate, has thoroughly researched the lives of seven famous couples. She’s then taken all that research and turned it into insightful, interesting reading. In fact, I devoured much of the book in one setting Sunday afternoon.
For each couple, Roiphe opens with a moment of crisis in their relationship. She begins with H.G. Wells, author of War of the Worlds, and his wife, Jane Wells. The moment is the birth of his illegitimate child, whose mother is the prominent, young feminist, Rebecca West. Much of the chapter is told from the point of view of Wells and West, whose affair was known by all involved. However, during the final pages Roiphe turns her attention to Jane. Roiphe examines her writing and uncovers a much more nuanced reading of how Jane must have felt in the situation.
My favorite chapter is on Vanessa Bell, Virginia Woolf’s sister. An artist, and the center of the famed “Bloomsbury” group, Vanessa managed to carry on multiple affairs, yet still remain friends with all involved. Roiphe begins Vanessa’s chapter with a dinner where three men, including her husband, all sit at her table. Roiphe explores how Vanessa was able to maintain the delicate balance between all these relationships. However, just as one comes to admire Vanessa and her tribe for their honesty, Roiphe turns the tables by investigating how Vanessa’s children reacted to their upbringing. While the adults all felt that they were forging new kinds of relationships, their children were reared in an oddly Victorian atmosphere where none of them knew what was happening between their parents.
Roiphe sifts through mountains of material to create vivid depictions of each marriage from multiple perspectives. While it’s true that no one will ever really know what happens behind closed doors, Roiphe is able to take the volumes of letters, diaries, and essays written by these people to craft tantalizing glimpses of what it must have been like to feel that the world was new and the rules waited to be written.
I’m not entirely sure how I feel about the recent rescessionista trend in chick lit. Yes, times are tough, and we should thoughtfully examine the folly and excesses of the recent past. However, I can do that by reading the news, listening to NPR’s Planet Money series, or reading serious analysis by economists. When I pick up a book with high heels on the cover or a frothy ice cream sundae, I’m looking to escape and relax. I want detailed descriptions and likeable characters that transport me to a life an awful lot like mine, but also just a little bit more luxurious. I don’t really want a critique of the dark, hollow center of the American Dream.
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by Leslie Bennets came out in 2007. Last week, I stumbled across it while browsing at my local library. I wish I had read it when it was first released. Around my 30th birthday, I was obsessed by anything related to the so-called “Mommy Wars” (I seriously hate that label, so this is the only time I’ll use it in this post). I wasn’t even married, but the ticking of that dreaded biological clock suddenly kicked in. I read every polemic I could find, from Judith Warner’s Perfect Madness to Sylvia Ann Hewlett’s Creating a Life: Professional Women and the Quest for Children. All these books did was reinforce my fears that I would never marry nor have a child. I wish that Bennets had published her defense of working mothers during my birthday obsession.
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