Edith Wharton with Bernard Berenson.
I wrote a chapter! It’s off with my advisor right now, but I did get some good feedback from my thesis reading group last night. As such, I haven’t actually spent a lot of time this week researching. Still, I do have a few things to share.
Charles Ives composed this piece in 1906, and it has since been called “the first radical musical work of the twentieth century.”
The piece evokes an evening comparing sounds from nearby nightclubs in Manhattan (playing the popular music of the day, ragtime, quoting “Hello! Ma Baby” and even Sousa’s “Washington Post March“) with the mysterious dark and misty qualities of the Central Park woods (played by the strings). The string harmony uses shifting chord structures that are not solely based on thirds but a combination of thirds, fourths, and fifths. Near the end of the piece the remainder of the orchestra builds up to a grand chaos ending on a dissonant chord, leaving the string section to end the piece save for a brief violin duo superimposed over the unusual chord structures. (via Wikipedia)
I wish I had though to listen to this while I was writing! I’ve yet to see any evidence that Wharton listened to Ives’s music, but much of his work is directly inspired by locales where Wharton also spent time.
Brown University and the University of Tulsa have partnered to digitize a huge catalog of modernist journals and magazines dating from 1890 to 1922. The list includes wonderful things like The Little Review (which initially serialized Joyce’s Ulysses), Poetry, Blast, and many, many more. The preservation scans have also been made into PDFs and are available to download for free. You can load up your e-reader or harddrive with free early 20th century poetry and fiction goodness, in its original context. I got really excited because the project includes Scribner’s Magazine, where Edith Wharton’s The Custom of the Country was serialized in 1913. (I used the materials to make a case about the narrative gaps and elisions in the novel, most of which do not fall between the serial breaks.)
As it’s relevant to both Wharton’s novel The Mother’s Recompense (which I’m still finishing) and my next chapter subject, Anita Loos’s Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, I was fascinated to see this Burton Holmes film about mid-town Manhattan in the 1920s.
Anne had left her, and Mrs. Clephane, alone in her window, looked down on the new Fifth Avenue. As it surged past, a huge lava-flow of interlaced traffic, her tired bewildered eyes seemed to see the buildings move with the vehicles, as a stationary train appears to move to travellers on another line. She fancied that presently even little Washington Square Arch would trot by, heading the tide of sky-scrapers from the lower reaches of the city…
— Edith Wharton, The Mother’s Recompense (1925)
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