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Related: About this forumInteresting BBC article about Dorothy Parker (from 2017)
Overnight I heard an interview with Gail Crowther, the author of a new book entitled "Dorothy Parker in Hollywood" and it piqued my interest. She is an American author I know nothing about. Then while surfing I found this article about her. I thought it might be of interest to others. She really seemed a fearless, perhaps underappreciated, spirit.
An independent spirit
Perhaps suspicious of her interest in fashion and men, feminists have been wary of claiming Mrs Parker. Even if shed wanted in, lines like If you wear a short enough skirt, the party will come to you would have had her evicted from the sisterhood faster than you can say Simone de Beauvoir (never mind that de Beauvoir herself spent a lot of time weeping in cafes over Sartres infidelities). Parker was accused of disloyal attacks on women, of writing for a male audience, of projecting a female rather than a feminist view of the world. So-called second wave feminists were more interested, and began to portray Parkers humour as a kind of social protest against patriarchal convention.
Certainly, most of the quotes shes remembered for come from her verse or her Round Circle quips, but her stories feature female characters trying to square exhilarating new choices with the enduring constraints of societal expectation. Some of her heroines are lovelorn, suicidal alcoholics but others are undeniably strong characters. Temporarily untethered by the hedonistic 20s, their lives embrace contradictions and challenges only too familiar to 21st Century women.
Parkers stories also deal with questions of family, race, war and economic inequality, and it wasnt just on the page that these themes interested her. Ironically, while the hectic turmoil of her private life is a tale well-thumbed, her public life has been forgotten. Throughout, she was actively involved in campaigning for social justice. In 1927, she was fined $5 for sauntering in a Boston demonstration protesting the execution of anarchists Nicola Sacco and Bartolomeo Vanzetti; during the Spanish Civil War she travelled to Europe to further the anti-Franco cause; she became national chairman of the Joint Anti-Fascist Refugee Committee. And in her will, she left the bulk of her estate to Reverend Dr Martin Luther King Jr, which brings us back to Baltimore.
Perhaps suspicious of her interest in fashion and men, feminists have been wary of claiming Mrs Parker. Even if shed wanted in, lines like If you wear a short enough skirt, the party will come to you would have had her evicted from the sisterhood faster than you can say Simone de Beauvoir (never mind that de Beauvoir herself spent a lot of time weeping in cafes over Sartres infidelities). Parker was accused of disloyal attacks on women, of writing for a male audience, of projecting a female rather than a feminist view of the world. So-called second wave feminists were more interested, and began to portray Parkers humour as a kind of social protest against patriarchal convention.
Certainly, most of the quotes shes remembered for come from her verse or her Round Circle quips, but her stories feature female characters trying to square exhilarating new choices with the enduring constraints of societal expectation. Some of her heroines are lovelorn, suicidal alcoholics but others are undeniably strong characters. Temporarily untethered by the hedonistic 20s, their lives embrace contradictions and challenges only too familiar to 21st Century women.
Parkers stories also deal with questions of family, race, war and economic inequality, and it wasnt just on the page that these themes interested her. Ironically, while the hectic turmoil of her private life is a tale well-thumbed, her public life has been forgotten. Throughout, she was actively involved in campaigning for social justice. In 1927, she was fined $5 for sauntering in a Boston demonstration protesting the execution of anarchists Nicola Sacco and Bartolomeo Vanzetti; during the Spanish Civil War she travelled to Europe to further the anti-Franco cause; she became national chairman of the Joint Anti-Fascist Refugee Committee. And in her will, she left the bulk of her estate to Reverend Dr Martin Luther King Jr, which brings us back to Baltimore.
Dorothy Parkers stunning wit and tragic life
https://www.bbc.com/culture/article/20170605-dorothy-parkers-stunning-wit-and-tragic-life
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Interesting BBC article about Dorothy Parker (from 2017) (Original Post)
Mike 03
Nov 24
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(3,321 posts)1. Dorothy Parker rocked
One of my favorite poems about growing old:
August
When my eyes are weeds,
And my lips are petals, spinning
Down the wind that has beginning
Where the crumpled beeches start
In a fringe of salty reeds;
When my arms are elder-bushes,
And the rangy lilac pushes
Upward, upward through my heart;
Summer, do your worst!
Light your tinsel moon, and call on
Your performing stars to fall on
Headlong through your paper sky;
Nevermore shall I be cursed
By a flushed and amorous slattern,
With her dusty laces' pattern
Trailing, as she straggles by.
When my eyes are weeds,
And my lips are petals, spinning
Down the wind that has beginning
Where the crumpled beeches start
In a fringe of salty reeds;
When my arms are elder-bushes,
And the rangy lilac pushes
Upward, upward through my heart;
Summer, do your worst!
Light your tinsel moon, and call on
Your performing stars to fall on
Headlong through your paper sky;
Nevermore shall I be cursed
By a flushed and amorous slattern,
With her dusty laces' pattern
Trailing, as she straggles by.