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    Suffragette: The After-Story

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    I just went to see Suffragette, the period drama about the militant phase of the British Suffrage Movement, and, of course, I wanted to share my thoughts.
     
    First, there is a justified viral campaign to protest the complete—and I mean complete—absence of persons of color in the film. In 1913, Britain was coming out of their heyday of global colonization, and, as a result, there were entire communities of color in London. There was an especially large Indian community, including the Indian princess Sophia Duleep Singh, who fought not only for women’s suffrage but for the liberation of Indian women.  It is interesting to note that three decades earlier, a suffragist named Catherine Impey founded Anti-Caste, which has been described as Britain’s first anti-racist journal. In its pages, the editor attempted to speak “with” rather than “about” people of colour, a dynamic with which white political leaders are still struggling more than a century later.
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    Anyway… with all the attention to historical accuracy about the details of women's tailoring, and with all the photo ops of processions, meetings, rallies, factory interiors, and street scenes… surely central casting could have and should have paid more attention to diversity.
     
    So there is that.
     
    And then, of course, the perennial absence/closeting of the lesbians. Not surprisingly, there were many lesbians in the Suffrage Movement in both England and the US. One of Emmeline Pankhurst’s daughters, Christabel, was the subject of many suffragist crushes, and had lengthy relationships with Annie Kenney and with Grace Roe. The composer Ethel Smyth dedicated two years of her life to the movement. She wrote openly about her passion for women and had a crush on Emmeline Pankhurst. (See my blog on Ethel Symth.)
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    But in spite of the a-historical absence of diversity in the film, there is much to admire. It features a working-class heroine. It does not flinch from the subject of rape and sexual harassment in the workplace in an era when women had no legal recourse whatsoever. It dramatizes the consequences of women having no rights of ownership over their own children. The central character is evicted from her home because of her activism, and then her husband, unable to provide care for the child, puts him up for adoption without her knowledge or permission.
     
    For me, the most exciting part of the film is the coming to consciousness of the central character. We see her waking up from a deep sleep. We see her beginning to see what could be possible. We see her excitement in bonding with other women and in executing acts of civil disobediance—most notably blowing up the Prime Minister’s summer home.
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    And, then of course, there is the punishing routine of repeated incarceration, the police violence meted out at rallies, the horror of the force-feeding of hunger strikers. In an effort to shape a concise dramatic arc, the film begins to focus on a cat-and-mouse dynamic between the heroine and the police inspector assigned to neutralize the movement. He has been given the injunction not to allow any of the suffragists to become martyrs.
     
    The dramatic climax of the film is the death of Emily Wilding Davison, the suffragist who ran onto the race track at the Epsom Derby and attempted to attach a “Votes for Women” banner to the King’s horse. She was trampled to death.
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    The film ends with the “victory” of the Suffragists having achieved the desired martyrdom. The story went around the world and thousands turned out for the funeral procession. This is presented as the happy ending for the film, the moment that turned the tide. Just before the final credits, text appears to inform us of the historical timeline for women’s suffrage, and for other laws, including women's right to own their children.
     
    But here's my biggest concern: The film absolutely implies that the women’s activism, and especially their tactical move to destruction of property, resulted in the granting of suffrage.
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    This is not true. At the height of the incarcerations and force-feedings, World War I broke out. In what many, including myself, considered a stunning betrayal of not just the suffrage movement, but of feminism, Emmeline and Christabel called an immediate halt to all militant suffrage activism. Emmeline turned her brilliant organizing skills toward recruiting women for industrial production and encouraging young men to enlist. She was a prominent figure in the “white feather campaign” to shame and stigmatize able-bodied men who were not joining up. Later on, she would become a member of the conservative and classist Tory Party.
     
    Finally, at the end of the war, Parliament passed an act that would enfranchise women over the age of thirty who met minimum property qualifications. This was specifically in recognition of the fact that women had been pressured into filling men’s industrial jobs during the war and, after that, it would have been ludicrous to maintain the fiction that they were too frail or feeble-minded to be entrusted with suffrage. It was their reward for doing as they were told.
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    What is my point? My point is that history does not support the theory that women’s escalating activism for the vote brought men in power to their knees. It did not. Women’s abandonment of their own agenda and participation the most patriarchal of patriarchal horrors was what turned the tide.
     
    My point is that women’s movements do not follow the same trajectories as men’s movements. If there were no gay men, and the entire queer movement had been composed solely of lesbian and bisexual women, I do not believe that we would have ANY of the legal gains that we have today. In fact, I believe that the movement, as with the Suffrage Movement in both England and the US, would have resulted in increased marginalization and suffering.  Today we are seeing our hard-won abortion rights being eroded by cat-and-mouse games. Today, poor women in some areas have great difficulty in arranging for abortions, because of laws about waiting periods, restrictions on where abortion clinics can operate, and the expenses that these new laws entail.
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    My point is that lobbying men should be a last resort. We should organize ourselves around efforts to provide for our needs without needing to petition men in power. By all means, get women elected into as many positions as possible, but the rush for equal participation in patriarchal institutions is what led to Pankhurst’s abandonment of the movement.
     
    And, much as the movement recognized the significance of having a martyr, Emily Wilding Davison died with a ticket in her pocket to a women’s dance that night. She did not plan to martyr herself, but to celebrate her victory in the company of women. That is the movement I want to commemorate.
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    The Brilliance of Chantal Akerman 

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    Chantal Akerman died at the beginning of October. She was a Belgian lesbian filmmaker. Her film,  Jeanne Dielman, 23 quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles, is her best known. The New York Times called it the “first masterpiece of the feminine in the history of the cinema.”
     
    Jeanne Dielman is an unusual film. It runs about three hours and twenty minutes, during which we watch a lonely World War II widow go through her routine of household chores: cooking, cleaning, and shopping. It appears to be making film history with the world’s longest dramaturgical taxi down the runway… until we realize that what we mistook for a numbing prelude is, in fact, the life-and-death conflict of the protagonist. She is imprisoned by her routines, suffocating from them, even as she leans into them to preserve her sanity.
    At the end of the film, we discover that Jeanne is supporting herself and her son by prostituting herself in her apartment while her son is at school. There is a scene where she is on the bed, underneath the john. He appears to be hardly moving which allows the camera to focus on her agony, as she attempts to get him to finish and leave. After she dresses herself, she picks up a pair of scissors and kills him.
     
    And then the camera cuts away to a scene where Jeanne is sitting at a table in her apartment, in the blood-spattered blouse. She just sits. For six or seven minutes, she just sits. And we sit with her.  After a few minutes, she shifts position. After another few minutes, she appears to stretch and relax somewhat. Something like a prototype of a smile crosses her tense face… and then the credits role. (Note: The above video clip includes the john and the killing. If you want to see just the final scene, it begins at 4:50.) 
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    I am intrigued by these six or seven minutes. I watch them over and over. I suspect that these may be the raison d’etre for the film. Chantal’s mother survived Auschwitz:
     
    “She never wanted to speak about Auschwitz… I asked her once to tell me more, and she said, ‘No, I will get crazy.’ So we could speak around, or after, or before, but the real moment, never. Not directly.”
     
    I have the feeling that this Auschwitz legacy informs Jeanne Dielman, and especially the ending. Perhaps this is Chantal speculating on just what that “get crazy” might look like.
     
    In any event, she spends a long time cinematically speaking, showing us the immediate aftermath. Watching the scene, I supply the narrative: “Oh, here Jeanne is in shock. Her heart is racing. She is holding her breath still. She can’t move. But now, three minutes later, she is becoming aware of some discomfort from not moving. She shifts position. There is a moment where she drops her head… is she assessing the blood on the blouse? Is she making a gesture of surrender? But her head is up again, the same expression. And then, about five minutes in, she shifts her gaze. She appears to stretch. Stretching: a good sign. People do that when they wake up. The do it when they are coming out of cramped positions. And when Jeanne comes out of the stretch, I swear I see a ghost of a smile. Or am I just imagining it? I keep returning to this scene to be sure. I would swear that she has arrived in her own life. Finally.
    A friend of mine had set up a box with a monarch butterfly cocoon, so that she could watch the transformation. I happened to be visiting when the transformation began. It was a slow process, and at first the wings appeared to be flat and crumpled. What I remember most about the event was the pumping motion after the emergence.  The butterfly began to expand and contract in a subtle, rhythmic, pumping motion, and as it pumped, the wings began to fill out, as if they were inflating.

    Watching that final scene of  Jeanne Dielman, I thought of that pumping of the monarch butterfly…  In the utter stillness of Jeanne’s posture and expression, I imagined a similar subtle pumping, something connected to her heart and to her breath, but now—post-emergence—with the special mission of actualizing some kind of mechanism for flight. In those endlessly intriguing six minutes, I imagine I am watching the incarnation of a woman with agency, a woman who has emerged, for better or worse, from patriarchy.
     
    I have watched this scene a half-dozen times, and I feel an internal pumping in myself every time I watch it. I am studying Jeanne Dielman. Have I emerged? Am I arrived at myself?​​
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    What Did Harriet Tubman Actually Say?

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    Viola Davis has just become the first woman of color to win an Emmy Award as the "best actress in a drama series." This is a historic moment,  and so is the text of  her courageous speech, confronting the massive discrimination against women of color in TV and in films.

    In her speech she delivered these lines, attributing them to Harriet Tubman:

    "I see a line. And over that line, I see green fields and lovely flowers and beautiful, white women with their arms stretched out to me over that line, but I can't seem to get there no how. I can't seem to get over that line."
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    I am blogging today, because I was disturbed by those lines. I believe they are a very loose and inaccurate paraphrasing of a story she told an interviewer for a Boston paper in 1863.  This is the excerpt from that paper, a primary source:


    “She declares that before her escape from slavery, she used to dream of flying over fields and towns, and rivers and mountains, looking down upon them ‘like a bird,’ and reaching at last a great fence or sometimes a river, over which she would try to fly, ‘but it ‘peared like I wouldn’t hab de strength, and jes as I was sinkin’ down, dere would be ladies all drest in white ober dere, and dey would put out dere arms and pull me ‘cross.’”—from an article about Harriet Tubman in The Boston Commonwealth, 1863.
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    Women performing the Adowa, a traditional dance of the Ashanti people from Ghana.

    What's the big deal? The big deal is this:  The quotation in Davis' speech has Tubman referring to "beautiful, white women" stretching out their arms to help her. I do not believe that Tubman would have ever characterized white women that way.

    In the Boston paper, she refers to "ladies all drest in white" who not only stretch out their arms, but pull her across the line. Tubman's ancestors were Ashanti, and white is a sacred color in African tradition. I believe that she was referring to her ancestors, to African women, as her guardians and her saviors. I believe that this vision was so significant, she made a point of talking about it in an interview. I believe she was explaining the secret of her phenomenal success in leading escaping captives out of the South, over and over, never losing a single "passenger." She was teaching us something about a radical spirituality entailing a practice of worship that was not only Afro-centric, but also gynocentric. She relied spiritually on entities who looked like her and who understood her struggle intimately. They promised her that they would see her succeed. 



    [I have written a play about Tubman's militant spirituality, Harriet Tubman Visits A Therapist: ]

    “Arthur’s performance [as Tubman] was so powerful and raw that the audience literally could not stop cheering and clapping at the end.”
    --Our Weekly.Com, Los Angeles.

    "... unyielding spiritual poetry that is uplifting and lyrically profound." -- LexGo.com, Lexington, KY.

    "... the distillation and the lyric intensity of poetry."-- Portland Phoenix.

    "The script has the distillation and the lyric intensity of poetry. Harriet’s rejoinders to the therapist jump between sullen, enraged, and reelingly comedic..."
    -- Megan Grumbling, The Portland Phoenix, ME.

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    The Pill Women Really Want

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    It’s here. It’s called Niagra and it’s for Male Respectile Dysfunction… 

    Niagra are shaped, colored and packaged to look exactly like Viagra, and, in fact, the instructions tell women to insert them into their partners’ Viagra boxes, replacing the actual Viagra.

    What do they do? Nothing. Nothing at all.

    And that’s the point. 
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    Because Male Respectile Dysfunction has been a living nightmare for billions of women for centuries. Refusing to accept that women’s lives and anatomies are not designed as extensions of their own agendas, men have continued to promote penetration as “the sex act,” in spite of the fact that women’s vaginas have only about 1000 nerve endings, most of which are non-erotogenic. The neuronal wiring of the vagina has, in fact, evolved not to accommodate the phallus, but the passage of the nine-month-old baby. In spite of the overwhelming personal testimony of countless women and a sea of medical statistics, men have stubbornly persisted in defining the primary act of sex in terms of their own desires. In fact, women who refused to fake orgasms were historically labeled “frigid,” and whole industries arose to treat this non-existent condition.

    But all of this is terribly boring. Read Anne Koedt’s classic, “The Myth of the Vaginal Orgasm.” That should have laid the entire Viagra thing to rest four decades ago.
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    The point is this: Even young women with young women’s vaginas often are not fans of penetration, and it rarely signals the “main event” in terms of female orgasm. For post-menopausal women, what may have been no more than a nuisance is now a serious imposition. Aging women experience thinning of the vaginal walls and decreased lubrication. Penetration can be intensely painful, creating numerous, small lesions with resultant irritation or even infection.  Fortunately, older men also undergo an aging process that results in difficulty achieving and maintaining an erection. For the first time since infancy, males and females are actually approaching something like sexual compatibility.

    But then along came that blue pill cursed by millions of women around the globe: Viagra. Suddenly, men who hadn’t had an erection in years were making the sexual demands of a teenager.  The mainstream pharmaceutical companies responded with a drug for women… flibanserin. Not surprisingly and unlike Viagra, this is actually a drug that messes with the brain. In fact, it was originally developed as an anti-depressant. Initially, the U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA) unanimously voted against recommending approval… because flibanserin was about as effective as a placebo and the side effects were terrifying. Five years later, it was approved over the strenuous objections of women’s health organizations. 
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    I have no doubt that flibanserin will take its place in the list of “treatments” for “female frigidity” that include electroshock medical torture, surgical removal of the clitoris, compulsory therapy including coerced sex with a surrogate, and the usual array of threats that can be used to force women into collusion with male sexual demands: loss of custody, incarceration, loss of shelter, loss of employment… and physical violence.

    So… today, Niagra… with the clever slogan, “For women who give a dam.” 

    Because, sisters, there is not a “dam”  thing wrong with you if you don’t like penetration. There is Respectile Dysfunction going on any time a man insists on perpetrating on your body an act that you do not find pleasurable or welcome. 

    You will find that the only side effects to using Niagra will be increased autonomy, enhanced trust in your relationship to your body, and, in many cases, an aroused curiosity about and willingness to explore lesbianism.
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    The Seven Temptations of Andrea Constand

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    What does it take to confront a rich and powerful rapist?

    It would be easy to think of Andrea Constand as a kind of Wonder Woman who brought Bill Cosby to justice with her Lariat of Truth.

    That’s just it. It would be easy. Easy to believe that heroines are born that way, that they have an extra chromosome for courage or fearlessness.

    I think of a quotation by Albert Einstein: “It's not that I'm so smart; it’s just that I stay with problems longer.”

    What if Andrea Constand was not Wonder Woman? What if she just stayed with the problem longer?  

    Let’s look at the temptations she faced, temptations that face any victim who attempts to confront her perpetrator. Constand didn’t always meet them successfully. Sometimes she wavered, hesitated, fumbled, backed away… but she  always--eventually--came back, and when she did, she came back stronger, with more support, and with greater clarity.

    So here are the Seven Temptations of Andrea Constand:
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    1. The temptation to believe it never happened, to doubt one’s perceptions, to blame oneself.

    Cosby was not a new acquaintance, nor was he a date. Constand had known him for two years, since 2002 when she came to work at Temple University as the director of operations for the women’s basketball program. Cosby, a member of the Temple Athletics Hall of Fame was a frequent fundraiser and honored guest. In his sixties, he had positioned himself as a mentor to her, inviting her to dinner parties, and then to private dinners, at his home outside of Philadelphia. He would talk to her about basketball, her career, and spiritual beliefs. He met her family and cultivated a relationship with them. He had groomed her patiently for victimization.

    The night of the rape, Cosby  invited her over, to “offer her assistance in her pursuit of a different career.”  She testified that he gave her three pills, claiming they were herbal supplements for stress. He insisted that she take all three.

    Constand was drugged. Her memory of the incident was impaired, filled with blackouts, vague impressions, and she experienced enormous disorientation when she recovered consciousness. She remembered  waking up on a couch at four in the morning, her clothing in disarray and Cosby standing over her in a bathrobe. Confused and mortified, her initial response was a kneejerk, socially conditioned one:  She expressed embarrassment over her disheveled state. He gave her a muffin and took her home.
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    2. The temptation to get on with one’s life, to distance oneself from the episode, to attempt to normalize the situation and/or relations with the rapist.

    Four months later, she left her job and career, moved back home to Canada, and began studying to become a massage therapist. She stayed in contact with Cosby, and, several months after returning home, she took her parents to see his show at a casino in Ontario.
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    3) The temptation not to tell anyone.

    Constand did not tell anyone for a year. This is not uncommon. She was in survival mode, in flight. What eventually brought her back to the rape was the emphasis in her massage classes on a code of ethics around touch.

    In January 2005, Constand finally broke her silence and told her mother. Immediately after that, she reported the rape to the authorities where she lived. They passed the case on to the police in Pennsylvania. 
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    4)  The temptation to accept an apology as sufficient.

    Three days after the report to the police, Cosby and his people began to call her. Constand and her mother stated repeatedly that all they wanted was an apology. Even Cosby admitted this. According to the filing, he told the police that she had not asked for money, “but had only asked him to apologize to Plaintiff and her mother, which he did.”

    He apologized several times. On the phone, not in writing.
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    5) The temptation to accept money in lieu of accountability.

    Offers of money are standard ploys for predators with resources, especially when the victim is not wealthy.  Cosby called Constand’s mother and offered to set up an “educational trust” for Constand to attend graduate school, provided she could prove to him that she was maintaining a grade point average of 3.0. He later admitted he had done this for another accuser.

    Constand turned it down.
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    6)  The temptation to give up when the police refuse to file charges.

    The District Attorney, declining to file charges, stated, “I think that factors such as failure to disclose in a timely manner and contacts with the alleged perpetrator after the event are factors that weigh toward Mr. Cosby… Much exists in this investigation that could be used to portray persons on both sides of the issue in a less-than-flattering light.”

    Constand’s actions were consistent with choices made by trauma survivors in the immediate aftermath, but juries and judges are rarely trauma literate, and it is easy for victims to feel ashamed for not being better plaintiffs. At this point, many victims give up, and Constand might have done that, except that Cosby began a campaign to discredit her as an extortioner.

    After offering Constand an apology and money, Cosby and his reps went to the tabloids with a story about how Constand’s mother had demanded money from him even before Constand had contacted the police. Cosby insisted that the relationship had been consensual. As a second and then third woman came forward with similar stories of being drugged and raped by Cosby, he gave a personal interview to The National Enquirer, in exchange for them killing the story of the third woman.  In the interview, he described Constand in such specific detail there could be no question about her identity.

    Six days after the Enquirer story, Constand filed a civil suit in federal court--
    under her own name, her anonymity already having been compromised by Cosby’s interview. She accused Cosby of “battery, assault, intentional and negligent infliction of emotional distress, defamation/defamation per se, and false light/invasion of privacy.” Because of all the publicity—much of it propagated by Cosby himself—ten other victims contacted Constand’s legal team to offer corroborating testimony.

    Constand’s team requested a protective order to shield the identity of these women from the press. This was not unusual. What was unusual was that the Cosby team also moved for a protective order that would seal not only his testimony, but that of his accusers. This move caught the attention of the Associated Press. What was Cosby attempting to hide? The AP made two separate attempts to force open the court records, and Constand sided with them.
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    7)  The temptation to say “enough,” to tell yourself that you’ve gotten everything that you’re going to get, to let it go short of full accountability.

    Cosby settled with the usual terms: neither party is ever allowed to discuss the case or to disclose the amount of the settlement.

    But Cosby continued to defame Constand. When even more women began to come forward, Cosby’s website posted  a statement in clear violation of the settlement agreement, that “decade-old, discredited allegations against Mr. Cosby have resurfaced. The fact they are being repeated does not make them true.”

    Immediately Constand forced him to publish a retraction, which he did: “The statement released by Mr. Cosby’s attorney over the weekend was not intended to refer in any way to Andrea Constand.”

    And, finally, as the AP continued to push for disclosure of the court records of her civil suit, a federal judge ordered the deposition unsealed. He stated that Cosby, in posturing for years as a “public moralist,” had forfeited his right to privacy. The world could read for itself Cosby’s admission that he had obtained nine prescriptions for Quaaludes to be given to women with whom he wanted to have sex.
    Constand is now urging the unsealing of all of the testimony from that trial, and there are several civil suits pending, as well as a criminal investigation. It’s all over for Cosby. He may even go to prison.

    All because Constand just stayed with the problem longer.
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    Review of Lady of the Moon

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    Ada Dwyer Russell always intrigued me. She was a turn-of-the-century actress and lesbian with a Mormon background. If that isn't enough... she also turned down persistent proposals from her staggeringly wealthy lover Amy Lowell. And she was no spring chicken, either. Ada was forty-nine when she met Amy... an ominous age for a leading lady in an era before Social Security, food stamps, or subsidized housing.

    My question: Why would an aging B- or C-list actress choose the backbreaking and impecunious life of a touring performer over a retirement of ease and privilege with the woman she loved?

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    And here allow me a little ironic digression. It is likely that Amy first saw Ada in the role she created of Mrs. Wiggs from the play Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch. Believe it or not, the play was an adaptation of a book that was the second best-selling novel of 1902... an inane melodrama about how wonderful it is to be poor, with the widow Wiggs elevating optimism to the level of lunacy. ("My but it's nice an' cold this mornin'! The thermometer's done fell up to zero.") I wonder if the irony was lost on Amy Lowell...? (A digression from the digression, there is a hilarious Youtube clip from a filmed version of the play with Zazu Pitts and W.C. Fields... )

    ANYWAY... history gives us no answers, just clues. We know Ada turned Amy down more than once. We know that Amy was persistent to the point of bullying, and that when Ada did eventually agree to move in with Amy on her Boston estate, Sevenels, she insisted that it be for a trial period of six months, and that she would work and be paid as Amy's assistant, receiving the same amount of money she would have earned had she continued to tour as an actor.
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    Ada  had married at 30, birthed a daughter, and permanently separated from the husband a few years later-- although she never divorced. Having the status of a married woman would have been very helpful in  a profession where single women were automatically presumed promiscuous, but we don’t really know why Ada never divorced. Perhaps, the husband was uncooperative. What we do know is that, at some point or points, Ada must have put up one hell of a fight to be on her own, to work for a living—especially in theatre, and to pursue her lesbianism openly enough to attract a lover like Amy Lowell.

    And Amy Lowell was, frankly, a piece of work. I spent a lot of time studying her, as I adapted her writings for an evening of theatre. She emerges from letters and journals as a frustrated, spoiled-but-neglected, misunderstood child who developed into an intensely controlling and domineering woman.  
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    What I conclude is that Ada, having escaped the tyranny of the Mormon church and conventional marriage/motherhood, could see the potential bondage of becoming financially dependent on Amy. She certainly experienced firsthand Amy’s abusive treatment of servants, often intervening. No doubt, she was concerned that it might only be a question of time before Amy would begin to see her--and treat her--as a social inferior.

    Her fears appear to have been unjustified. Amy retained a respect bordering on worship for Ada for the rest of her life. She makes references to Ada in her poems as royalty, as a Greek goddess, and as a Madonna figure.
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    So all of this is a long lead-in to a review of the soon-to-be-published Lady of the Moon. It’s in intriguing volume that is divided into three parts: the poems of Amy Lowell (with a special focus on the ones that were written for and about Ada), an essay about Amy by lesbian superheroine/historian Lillian Faderman, and a series of poems by contemporary lesbian poet Mary Meriam, poems imagined in both Ada and Amy’s voices.

    It was a delight to revisit Amy’s poems. And Lillian Faderman’s essay (originally published in Surpassing the Love of Men:
    Romantic Friendship and Love Between Women From the Renaissance to the Present) illuminates them with historical context as well as a refreshingly lesbian perspective on Amy’s many critics. Amy was attacked, of course, for being a woman, for using her privilege to advance her interests (something men are expected to do), for being “mannish,” and for being fat. The poet Witter Bynner coined the term “hippopoetess” in reference to her, and Ezra Pound made sure that the epithet made it around the world. In response to this harassment, Lowell gave the world her prose poem, “Spring Day, Part One: The Bath.” She invites readers (and critics) to to envision her naked in her bathtub:
     
    “The sunshine pours in at the bathroom window and bores through the water in the bath-tub in lathes and planes of greenish-white. It cleaves the water into flaws like a jewel, and cracks it to bright light. Little spots of sunshine lie on the surface of the water and dance, dance, and their reflections wobble deliciously over the ceiling; a stir of my finger sets them whirring, reeling. I move a foot, and the planes of light in the water jar. I lie back and laugh, and let the green-white water, the sun-flawed beryl water, flow over me..."

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    And she puts her lesbianism right in their faces too… Here are some excerpts from her most explicit lesbian poem, “The Weather-Cock Points South.”

    "I put your leaves aside,
    One by one:
    The stiff, broad outer leaves;
    The smaller ones,
    Pleasant to touch, veined with purple;
    The glazed inner leaves.
    One by one
    I parted you from your leaves,
    Until you stood up like a white flower
    Swaying slightly in the evening wind…

    …The bud is more than the calyx.
    There is nothing to equal a white bud,
    Of no colour, and of all,
    Burnished by moonlight,
    Thrust upon by a softly-swinging wind."


    The final section of the book fills in many of the gaps in the story unfolded in Amy’s poems. Here Mary Meriam gives imagined voice to Ada and Amy in a series of expressive poems, mostly in the sonnet form. I have a special appreciation of the sonnets that reference Ada's life in the theatre: 
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    “Daydreaming dim-lit corridors backstage,
    I use the laughter, clinking, faint perfume
    Of memory and fantasy to gauge
    The time and distance to her dressing room…”

    or…

    “ … The play will end,
    And then, what gesture will the world permit?
    The players bow. The house begins to wend
    Its way outside. I walk against the flow…”

    Amy Lowell’s life and work have been treated with dismissal, with contempt, and with wild projection and distortion. Lady of the Moon returns her to us as a lesbian… and as a Muse. It is a testimony of the kind of blossoming that a woman can experience, especially a gender non-conforming lesbian, when she is fully seen and fully loved by another woman. I think of the great gentling influence that Ada had over this prickly and deeply damaged woman.
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    In the words of Faderman, Ada was “overseer of the estate, wifely president over Lowell’s table and cocktail parties, virtual bodyguard, governess to Lowell’s ill-mannered youth persona, literary assistant, and consultant. [Ada] critiqued Lowell’s poems, read page proofs, supervised her secretaries, soothed her ruffled feathers over bad reviews or literary disputes, soothed the ruffled feathers of others when Lowell had been too brusque with them, got rid of intrusive guests, and even coached Lowell in preparation of the dramatic monologues she read in public…” 


    And in Amy’s poetic tributes to Ada we see how it was actually Ada, all those years, folding back Amy’s stiff, protective leaves, revealing the inner sweetness of her lover, proving “the bud is more than the calyx.”

    Footnote: Ada, by the way, outlived her younger lover by nearly thirty years, dying in 1952. Turns out she had good reason to be leery of wealthy people. Even though Amy had done all the legal work to leave her partner a lifetime interest in her estate, the surviving Lowells still found a way to evict her from Sevenels.

    Another footnote: The book has a trailer!
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    And if you are interested in my dramatic adaptation of Lowell's work... Amy Lowell: In Her Own Words.