Prendergast states at the beginning of this book that it is a work of narrative nonfiction, which I greatly appreciate her doing before I got too far into the story. She did an amazing amount of research and pieced together various accounts from the people portrayed in this book, including from many personal letters. Despite all the documents she gathered, there’s no way she could know exactly what was done, said or thought in many of the interactions depicted, but she invents lightly enough, never over-dramatizing, and reminding us from time to time that she is very much interjecting her own educated assessments and imaginings.
The subtitle of this book is a bit misleading (and too tabloid for my tastes). This book does explore the life and death of poet Nora May French and her relationships with many people, including that of George Sterling and his wife Carrie, but it explores far more than that.
Prendergast examines American women’s lives at the time, their life options and the consequences of straying too far from societal expectations. She asks some important questions such as: Why are the personal documents of Nora May French, a writer who was well published during her short life and whose death made headlines nationwide, to be found in her abusive ex-boyfriend’s archive? Why doesn’t she have an archive of her own? So many of the men in this book have been exalted, while many of the women have been forgotten. She connects this to women’s lives now, particularly regarding her own experiences in academia.
One of the most fascinating things in this book is how Prendergast explains away the persistent myth of Carmel-by-the-Sea, California’s bohemian legacy. Carmel is located on the Monterey Peninsula, one of my favorite places in the world. I much prefer moody Monterey itself along with beautifully scruffy Santa Cruz, directly across the bay. I have always known Carmel as a town for the very wealthy. This book examines how the creation of Carmel as it is today is the result of desperate real estate companies trying to sell the area as some sort of bohemian artists’ colony, hoping to attract people with lots of money who wanted to be associated with such a scene.
As for the so-called bohemian scene itself, she really lays bare how some of the men involved, men who proclaimed to be creative, free and unconventional, were often just skirt chasers who wanted the free love offered by young bohemian-minded women (until they got pregnant, then “So long!”), but treated their wives as household drudges and secretaries. Other than womanizing, their main hobby was getting very drunk.
Prendergast does a lot of reading between the lines in trying to make an argument for the so-called love triangle between Nora, George and Carrie and for a while I thought she was speculating too much. By the end of the book, however, I think her argument is well made.
This book is a very enjoyable mix of gripping historical portraits, incredible research and great writing that brings everything together into a meaningful story.
(*Side-note: In looking up the people in this book I found a portrait of George Sterling with Edna St. Vincent Millay in Carmel. I wonder why St. Vincent Millay wasn’t mentioned once in this book, especially considering that she was, and is, a famous poet?)
“Archives can resemble graveyards, with marked tombs for men that also contain the scattered bones of various women. You have to do a lot of searching to reconstruct women’s lives.”
“One doesn’t die but becomes an unknown woman, one mutilated sheet of paper at a time. I offer here a story within a story–on the one hand, the tale of the remarkable women in a Bohemian experiment that ended in disaster; on the other, the concerted efforts to make sure you would never hear about it.”