Fannie Hurst is completely forgotten today, but in the 1920s and 30s, she was one of America's most popular writers, penning stories for The Saturday Evening Post and Cosmopolitan, bestselling novels, and screen stories for Hollywood; her two most famous novels are Back Street (1931) and Imitation of Life (1933), primarily due to the fact that the former was filmed 3 times ('32, '41, '61) and the latter was filmed twice ('34, '59). According to what I read online, Hurst enjoyed critical acclaim in the 20s and early 30s, but had fallen out of favor by the 40s, with her books becoming increasingly schmaltzy and ripe for parody; further, after her death in 1968, she was seen as the precursor to trashy novelists like Jacqueline Susann (Valley of the Dolls), Jackie Collins (Hollywood Wives), and Judith Krantz (Scruples).
Thus, it was with some trepidation that approached Back Street, especially since the story struck me as romantic folderol: a woman lives on the margins as the kept mistress of a wealthy man. Well, that's the basic outline of the story, but I honestly was not prepared for the book to be as good as it was. While there is a touch of sentimentality to the tale, Hurst uses the sentiment to comment on the pathetic quality of the situation: Ray Schmidt, the heroine, traces a downward trajectory from bright, determined working-class career gal to acquiescent mistress living in the shadows, loved by a man whose interest in Ray is only measured in how she can satisfy and help him. Using a very atmospheric style -- indeed, this is one of the few books set between the 1890s to the 1920s that really captured the sights and sounds of the era, making you feel like you are there, in specific places (Cincinnati, New York, Aix-les-Bains) at specific times -- to get the reader to first admire Ray, then hope she can get her act together, then observe her inevitable descent to a tragic climax.
Perhaps Hurst isn't in the same league as Edith Wharton or Willa Cather, but there's definite quality here and it's a shame she's not more widely known and read.