Margaret Mitchell's Gone With the Wind: A Bestseller's Odyssey...

Yesterday, June 30, marked the 75th anniversary of the publication of Margaret Mitchell's Gone With the Wind. Timed to coincide with the milestone was the publication of Margaret Mitchell's Gone With the Wind: A Bestseller's Odyssey from Atlanta to Hollywood, by Ellen Brown and John Wiley, Jr.

When I heard of the Brown/Wiley book, I immediately knew that I had to read it and wanted to blog about it on June 30. Alas, a business trip and teenage kid issues conspired to prevent me from finishing it in time to blog on it yesterday, but I'm happy to report that I finished it this morning and so am only a day off my original schedule.

Like millions of other readers, I first read GWTW as a teenager after seeing the movie and becoming completely enthralled by the story of Scarlett O'Hara, Rhett Butler, Mammy, and the rest of the cast. I credit multiple rereadings of GWTW with my lifelong interest in the Civil War. I have defended Scarlett on numerous occasions, and my original paperback version literally fell to pieces years ago and I replaced it with a hardbound reproduction of the original publication.

And then I grew up. I learned that it was unfashionable to like GWTW, in fact I was afraid of being labeled a racist if I admitted to liking the book. So I stopped rereading it and let my pristine hardbound copy gather dust on my bookshelf while I read elsewhere.

Last year, my interest in GWTW was rekindled when I read Erin Blakemore's The Heroine's Bookshelf. Blakemore's essay on GWTW and Scarlett was titled "Fight," and it is an excellent expression of what I learned from Scarlett as a teenager. I also admired the fact that Blakemore was unapologetic in her continuing admiration for Scarlett and GWTW.

Then the 75th anniversary hoopla came along, and I got to read all about GWTW in Brown and Wiley's excellent book. I give a hearty thumbs up to Gone With the Wind: A Bestseller's Odyssey. I really enjoyed reading about Margaret Mitchell, and my admiration for her grew enormously as I read about her life, her work on the novel, her integrity to remain true to her principles and not to cave in to crass commercialism, and her style, grace, and vitality. I read a bio of her quite awhile ago that was much more negative and was focused on her failed first marriage and the influence it might have had on her development of the character of Rhett Butler. In retrospect, this bio is a lot like Becoming Jane Austen, by Jon Spence, long on speculation and short on fact...but I digress.

Gone With the Wind: A Bestseller's Odyssey is a true tour de force when it comes to separating fact from speculation, relying on primary documents, and putting words and actions in context. As someone who is seriously in love with books, this book was a fascinating look behind the scenes, albeit 75 years ago, of the publication of one of the world's all time best sellers. It's safe to say that more people in the U.S. and even the western world have read this book than virtually any other, with the exception of the Harry Potter books. What is remarkable about the publication of GWTW is that it was published with remarkable little editing, whether this is a testament to Mitchell's writing or Macmillan's chaotic schedule, I'm not clear, but I can't imagine that happening today with an unproven author.

I really enjoyed reading about Macmillan's marketing strategy for all of the various editions of the books over the years, and how they capitalized on the movie and its multiple re-releases in order to sell more copies. I also read with respect how Mitchell and her husband, John Marsh, managed the book and the copyrights associated with it. No wonder Mitchell never got around to seriously consider writing another book--managing GWTW was more than a full time job in and of itself.

Frankly, my dears, the only part of this story that wore thin was the endless wrangling over international copyright issues and infringements. I'm not saying that managing these weren't important, but my eyes glazed over a bit during these sections. Thankfully the authors threw me a bone in the form of movie making gossip for relief after these sections.

What I found so interesting is that Gone With the Wind: A Bestseller's Odyssey is a biography of a book, and it explored the various players whose lives affected and were affected by the book, from the author herself, to her brother and husband, to the editors, publishers, agents, critics, movie moguls, book store owners, publicists, and sequel wannabe authors. Speaking of which, I never did read Alexandra Ripley sequel nor did I watch the made-for-TV movie, neither of which held any appeal for me, but I am seriously considering reading Rhett Butler's People by Donald McCaig, although the Amazon reviews are really mixed on this one.

I think the best quote in the book was when Mitchell found about an article that was being written about her by a former college roommate who insisted that Mitchell was "closer to being Scarlett than anyone who ever lived." Mitchell was able to read a draft of the article and was able to stop its publication, saying in a letter to the magazine's publisher that Scarlett was not an admirable person:

About the only good qualities Scarlett had were courage and a refusal to admit defeat. But on the other side she was selfish, vain, almost illiterate, a bungler in her dealings with other people, a person with shoddy tastes and a fondness for cheap companions. She neglected her children and she was the ruination of every man who loved her. She stopped at nothing in her grasping determination to make money, including cheating, swindling, and cruel abuse of the helpless convicts she hired. She committed murder, she stole her sister's sweetheart with a lie, and she offered her body for sale at a price. (p 193)

Mitchell's frank assessment of her heroine's manifold shortcomings somehow gave me license to admit to loving GWTW again. GWTW is not a trivial book. It is a reflection of the world in which Margaret Mitchell grew up and lived and achieved a startling if not burdersome success. Like it or not, GWTW is one of the greatest American novels ever written and its story is definitely worth reading...and rereading. How on earth am I going to make time this summer to reread GWTW? I already promised myself that I would make Little Women my big summer read! Oh well, I can't think about that now, I'll think about that tomorrow.

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

I've had a particularly good run lately of really great books--books that it seems everybody but me had read and loved--and Betty Smith's A Tree Grows in Brooklyn is the latest in the string of winners.

While I've heard of this book for years, I didn't seriously consider reading it until I went to one of Erin Blakemore's events in Boulder promoting her wonderful book of essays The Heroine's Bookshelf, and heard her talk so passionately about how much she loved A Tree Grows in Brooklyn and what it's meant in her life to reread it time and again. Since I resonated so strongly with so many of Blakemore's heroines, I figured I better give Francie Nolan, the heroine from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, a chance.

A business trip two weeks ago, and really boring in-flight movies for the two four-hour plane rides, enabled me quality time with the book, and I loved it. When I got back home, I couldn't read anything else until I finished it.

For those who, like me, who never met Francie during their adolescence, the book is a novel based roughly on the life of Betty Smith and recounts a life of poverty, hardship, faith, hope and love in the Brooklyn tenements of the early twentieth century. Francie's father is an Irish singing/waitor who drinks himself to an early grave but teaches his daughter about love and loyalty, the power of dreams, and the power of music. Her mother is hardworking, practical, and teaches her how to survive, how to hold her head up, and how to fight for what matters to her.

There is much in the story that is tough to read--it is gritty and often sad, but never dull and often inspiring. It was fascinating to read about the world of pre-WWI Brooklyn, where kids gather junk to sell for a penny or two of spending money and they have to shop for food and haggle with shopkeepers because their parents are working. The life of the average child, the average family one hundred years ago was so much harder, more precarious, and more dangerous than the life of the average child/family today, and this book drove that home in so many ways.

One of the reasons that so many of us life-long readers relate to Francie so strongly is that she is a reader as well. Early in life, she discovered that reading can help to heal a wounded soul and can fuel ambition, satisfy restlessness, open doors to opportunities, and offer companionship when loneliness strikes.

Well-written, easy to read, it's easy to see why this book is so beloved and why Francie Nolan is a heroine on the same plane as Laura Ingalls and Anne Shirley. It was interesting, however, to read this book for the first time as an adult. When I read Blakemore's essay on A Tree Grows in Brooklyn in her The Heroine's Bookshelf, I was surprised by how harshly she viewed Francie's mother, Katie, talking about Katie's stated preference for Francie's younger brother, Neeley, and her insistence that Francie quit school to go to work to help support the family. While these things are true about Katie, as a mother, I can't help but admire the steeliness of Katie who teaches her children how to survive and thrive.

Katie transforms her maternal instincts into energy that puts food on the table, keeps a roof over the children's heads, instills them with a religious faith, and educates them.

As much as I want to love Francie as a heroine, to me, Katie is the real heroine of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.

I've been looking for a movie adaptation. The most readily available is the Elia Kazan version from 1945, just two years after the book was published, and which won numerous Oscars. There was a 1974 made-for-TV version that used the same screenplay, but I think I'll go for the older movie.

Mailbox Monday

A couple of weeks ago I went to Erin Blakemore's reading/signing of her new book, The Heroine's Bookshelf, and she said that A Tree Grows in Brooklyn is her favorite book. Since my taste and Erin's in literary heroines seems to jive, I figured I was doing myself a disservice by not reading this coming-of-age classic by Betty Smith.

I'm happy to say that I ordered it and it arrived last week, and has leap-frogged several other very worthy books on my TBR shelf.

I was inspired by all my fellow bloggers doing the RIP challenge and even though I didn't sign up for the challenge officially this year, I decided to read a few of the mysteries that have been taking up TBR shelf space for way too long. One was Blood Lure, in the Nevada Barr series that features park ranger Anna Pigeon. I enjoyed it so much that I ordered and received the next in the series, Hunting Season. So much for freed up TBR shelf space!

I found out about reincarnation series by M.J. Rose on another blog, and since I love time travel stories, I thought this might be a great new adventure for me. The first book, The Reincarnationist, arrived last week.

Finally, I reordered and received a book I read and loved and lost many years ago--Parallel Lives: Five Victorian Marriages, by Phyllis Rose. It profiles Jane Welsh and Thomas Carlyle, Effie Gray and John Ruskin, Harriet Taylor and John Stuart Mill, Catherine Hogarth and Charles Dickens, and George Eliot and George Henry Lewes. Since I recently read about Charles Dickens and his mistress, Nelly Ternan, and I'm about to continue reading stuff by and about George Eliot, the timing for rereading this couldn't be better.