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480 pages, Hardcover
First published May 20, 2025
To exhibit the man in relation to the features of his time; and to show to what extent they have opposed or favoured his progress; what view of mankind and the world he has formed from them, and how far he himself, if an artist, poet, or author, may externally reflect them.
For biography, no matter how tactfully it is written, has the effect Sartre described years ago, of imposing a false teleology on its subject, making us see early setbacks and failures entirely in the light of later triumphs, and of giving a shape and meaning to the life which it did not have for the one who lived
Katz’s breakthrough came when he was able to pinpoint to the spring of 1908 a moment of euphoria prompted by Stein’s reading of Sex and Character: An Investigation of Fundamental Principles. His interest was sparked by a letter, found in the archive, from Stein’s college friend Marion Walker: ‘By the way,’ Walker had written, ‘in an idle moment I read the book on sex which you said exactly embodied your views – the one by the Viennese lunatic.’
Alice was “a liar of the most sordid, unillumined, undramatic unimaginative prostitute type. Coward, ungenerous, conscienceless, mean vulgarly triumphant and remorseless, caddish,” an “elderly spinster mermaid” who “dressed in whore clothes.
The Making of Americans is less a novel than a constellation of the human mind, a map of reality that yields its most pressing insights into the mind of its anxiously questing narrator, convinced she is on her way to a revelation of deep importance, but struggling to keep her text from spiralling out of her control.
Weininger, had argued of a genius is his ‘passionate and urgent desire for immortality’. Stein considered herself a genius; in her writing, geniuses (like saints) are always portrayed as ‘most intensely alive’, standing somehow outside of time due to an ability to see themselves beyond mortal existence, which she called ‘a future life feeling.
Clarity is of no importance because nobody listens and nobody knows what you mean no matter what you mean, nor how clearly you mean what you mean. But if you have vitality enough of knowing enough of what you mean, somebody and sometime and sometimes a great many will have to realize that you know what you mean and so they will agree that you mean what you know, what you know you mean, which is as near as anybody can come to understanding any one.
One visitor was stunned to realise, in the course of a ‘gossip fest’ over cigarettes and Turkish Delight, that Toklas was quoting almost verbatim from the Autobiography, reciting entire passages with an uncanny sincerity: ‘These word-for-word flights puzzled, saddened, and, in a way, even frightened me.’
an experiment comparable to the Autobiography in its formal playfulness: blending history, memoir, even detective story (one memorable chapter, featuring carp and pigeons, is titled ‘Murder in the Kitchen’). Despite her continued insistence that it was a mere triviality knocked off quickly for money – a crass commodity, not a work of art – the cookbook’s success had inadvertently eclipsed Stein’s at a crucial moment.
There is no one answer to the enduring enigma of Gertrude Stein: her life, like her work, defies any single meaning. This is how I’ve come to see Stein, and Toklas too: as complex, flawed, confounding, funny, fascinating people.