Wicked Cool Overlooked Books: Dear Jean...

"I plunged into this thing lightly enough, partly because you were too persuasive, and mostly, I honestly think, because that scurrilous Gordon Hallock laughed so uproariously at the idea of my being able to manage an asylum. Between you all you hypnotized me. And then of course, after I began reading up on the subject and visiting all those seventeen institutions, I got excited over orphans, and wanted to put my own ideas into practice. But now I'm aghast at finding myself here; it's such a stupendous undertaking. The future health and happiness of a hundred human beings lie in my hands, to say nothing of their three or four hundred children and thousand grandchildren. The thing's geometrically progressive. It's awful. Who am I to undertake this job? Look, oh, look for another superintendent!"

Since paying a visit to the Museum of Childhood, I've been itching to get my hands on some of those lovely old books for girls. I went to my own bookshelf and pulled out my first edition (!!! Two dollars from a used book store!!!) of Jean Webster's Dear Enemy.

Jean Webster, born Alice Jane Chandler Webster, was a publishing kid; her father, Charles, worked for her mother's uncle, Samuel Clemens. Jean knew all about the pressures of writing, the autocratic process of dealing with editors -- and very temperamental writers -- and much of what she observed was reflected later in her amusing sketches of bossy, patriarchal men. Jean Webster's fiction is described as being subversive; early 20th century women were still thought of as rather...empty-headed, in that kindly, overbearing Victorian sense, and in need of guidance by men. All of Jean's female characters went on to become educated (Webster herself was a Vassar graduate), and whether they were from poor orphanage backgrounds or wealthy socialites, they learned the value of hard work, and went out and "made something" of themselves, for the sake of others.

Far from being sort of grinding morality tales, Websters work is -- delightfully funny. The dialogue is arguably the basis for a lot of American movies that were filmed in the forties and fifties -- playful, combative men and women who eventually fall in love -- as equals.

After Vassar, Webster traveled and wrote and worked as a journalist, so it's hard to figure out where she found time to fit her writing, but she did.I very much wish that I could get my hands on Jean Webster's earlier works; though only two of them survive in print (and I found her first one on Project Gutenberg- Yaaay!), Webster was prolific, publishing six others as well as Daddy Long-Legs, New York: Century, 1912, which Jean illustrated herself, and which was made into the famous Leslie Caron and Fred Astaire vehicle. Dear Enemy New York: Century, 1915, also survives.

Dear Enemy is a companion novel to Daddy Long-Legs and tells of Judy (Jerusha) Abbot's roommate, a girl named Sallie McBride who was born to money, but whose education in economics and social work -- and her wily roommate -- has challenged her to take up orphanage reform. Short of experiences, time and battling up-hill against the "we've-always-done-it-like-this" Victorian bureaucracy, Sallie is trying to allow the kids to be individuals instead of faceless wards, and trying to bring life and color into the lives of the kids at the John Grier Home. Her nemesis is a Scottish doctor, Dr. Robin MacRae, whose grim view of her frivolous expenditures and fevered ideas about what it takes to raise a child cause continuous clashes. As the orphanage superintendent (a job I wanted myself as a teen), she must deal with him daily, and so writes him letters addressed to 'Dear Enemy.' She writes hilarious letters of complain to her roommate, Judy, and Judy's husband, Jervis. Sure she's in the wrong place, she does her level best to make a difference in the lives of her charges anyway -- and she truly does.

It's a love story, a comedy, and a social commentary all at once. It is also, sadly, Jean Webster's last book. She died, at the height of her career, in the moment of what should have been only happiness -- the morning after the birth of her daughter, apparently of childbirth fever. Dear Enemy deals with simple and practical solutions to life in institutions, and things like hand-washing and cleanliness and order are discussed thoroughly. The irony of Jean Webster dying from a disease brought on by an unsterilized obstetric room and dirty hands is simply painful.

This is a WICKED cool book, and what those post-Victorian age women did to drag poor children and women out of the margins is also wicked cool. Funny, sassy, intelligent (though with some interesting ideas; Sallie McBride was pro sterilization for the mentally unstable -- but this book was written right in the midst of the eugenics movement -- think Love Curse of the Rumbaughs -- eek!), this novel is perfect curl-up-and-smile reading for a snowy day (which we're having here). The epistolary format and the line drawings are charming, and might just make you wish you had three hundred orphans of your own over which to worry.

Dear Jean: you SO rocked.

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Wicked Coolth began with Chasing Ray, and will be rounded-up there, too. Check out her post on Incognegro.