After reading this book and other biographies, I'm struck by how little I know about history. In school, history was always men and their wars and the dates of their wars. Reading about Nancy Cunard and other women paint real-life experiences, faces, and personalities onto those events in history. I had no idea about the Spanish civil war, the atrocities that occurred there not only during the war but afterwords. I'm saddened by how our country stood idly behind our policy of non-interference while Franco and his party destroyed the society of Spain (next up is the biography of Alice Roosevelt Longworth to help explain this from the American side). I'm disgusted by the French and their complicity in the formation of concentration camps to further victimize the refugees. Meanwhile I'm revolted by the world-wide attitudes, specifically the American, against the "negro race" (as was the terminology of the time). Yes, I've read about the horrors taking place in the American South, but there was more detail in this book that even growing up a Southerner, I had not heard about. This book really brought to life the horrors of both world wars and the amazing strength of the people who lived and died in them.
Nancy sought to expose the evils of the world so that action could be taken to correct the injustices that surrounded her. She fought tirelessly and sacrificed all to help those in need. She used her pen and typewriter to spread the word about discrimination, educate the world about the beauty and intelligence of the black races and their cultures and civilizations, she introduced the world to many of the literary greats of the time, she single-handedly rescued victims of persecution from the concentration camps, fed the hungry refugees and broadcast their stories to the world. I am truly amazed and inspired by what this woman accomplished and the sheer will and power that she demonstrated. And for it all she lost the love and support of her family, the great financial fortune that she inherited from her father of the Cunard Shipping Line, her health, the lives of many of her dear friends, her home, and her trust in all things good.
Later in life she was involuntarily committed to an insane asylum. It was said by many of her friends, artistic and literary giants at the time that, "She was not mad, she was maddened", and after reading about her experiences and the times in which she lived there is no doubt that this is true. From a modern perspective it seems that all the world was mad but Nancy Cunard was a beacon of sanity raging in the utter darkness that was the first half of the 20th century.
Nancy has been described as the first "Modern Woman". She wore trousers and slept with whomever she pleased, taking many lovers including many young men when she was of an advanced age. She set her own course, rejected "Society" and all of its trappings. As an heiress, great beauty, and muse she could easily have chosen to stay at her family's massive estate of Nevill Holt, marry Edward, the Prince of Whales who courted her, and lived a life of luxury and privilege. Instead she chose her conscious over convenience, warfare over complacency, and the cause of the Scottsboro Boys, nine falsely persecuted negro men from Alabama, over the love and acceptance of her powerful mother, Lady Cunard.
After reading a lot of biographies of women - specifically women who do something compelling with their lives, not simply falling in love and having children - I'm struck by how hard these women worked, how much they gave to the world, and yet how lonely they ended up. At least Nancy didn't commit suicide like many others, although her death was perhaps more tragic. At least with suicide, women who lived on their own terms died on their own terms as well. Nancy died broke and alone in a shabby hospital with battles still to be fought and causes to be waged.
The first third of this book can be tedious if one isn't familiar with the artistic and literary greats of her time (as I wasn't), but keep reading. The book can be depressing due to the horrors that were taking place, but keep reading. The book can be disheartening because of the rejection and persecution that she faced as a result of her strong beliefs, but keep reading. This book is inspiring because it will restore one's faith that despite all of the horrors and failures and great struggles, there was one woman who loved passionately and "rage[d:] against the dying of the light".
This book finally ignited my interest in Poetry, especially that of Nancy Cunard and Ezra Pound - also wanting to check out Louis Aragon. I've always found poetry tedious and fluffy but now I understand that in a world before literal images could be broadcast, poetry painted images with words.
Excerpt from "I Think of You" by Nancy Cunard, toward Ezra Pound.
In the fields
When the first fires of the nightly diamonds are lit,
When the stir of the green corn is smoothed and silent,
And the plover circling at peace like a thought in a dream,
I think of you,
Finger the last words you have added to my rosary.
On a white road
High-noon and midsummer witness my love of you
Grown as a firm tree,
Rich, upright, full-hearted, generously spreading
Long shadows on the resting-place of our future days.
In a town
I meet many with the thought of you in my heart,
Your smile on my lips,
I greet many
With the love that I have gathered at your fountains,
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I go to the feasts adorned
In a scarlet vestment,
Bejeweled and hung with many trappings -
Under these
Burns the still flame that your hands alone may touch.