It's the birthday of novelist Isak Dinesen (books by this author), the pen name of Karen Blixen, born Karen Dinesen in Rungsted, Denmark (1885). She said: "When I was a young girl, it was very far from my thoughts to go to Africa, nor did I dream then that an African farm should be the place in which I should be perfectly happy. That goes to prove that God has a greater and finer power of imagination than we have."
She started publishing stories in Danish magazines when she was 22 years old. Two years later, she had an affair with her second cousin, Baron Hans von Blixen-Finecke. Soon after that relationship fell apart, she was engaged to his twin brother, Baron Bror von Blixen-Finecke. During the year of their engagement, a relative went on a hunting expedition in Africa and came back full of stories about how wonderful it was. Bror and Karen became enamored with the idea of life in a faraway place. So a year after she got engaged, Dinesen got on a ship in Naples and sailed to Kenya to join her fiancée there. They were married in Kenya, in January of 1914, and together established a coffee plantation, which their families had bought for them.
She divorced her husband a few years later — he was unfaithful and she contracted syphilis from him, the same disease that had driven her father to commit suicide. She kept the coffee plantation. She fell in love with another man, a big-game hunter who took tourists out on safaris. But in 1931, the whole world was suffering from an economic depression, and her farm was so unprofitable she had to sell it. Two months later, her lover died in a plane crash. She went back to Denmark, where she lived for the rest of her life.
Six year later, she published her memoir Out of Africa (1937). It was a best-seller, and it was made into a film starring Meryl Streep, which opens with the same line as the novel: "I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills." Dinesen was a favorite to win the Nobel Prize in literature several times, but she never did — the committee members were afraid of awarding too many prizes to Scandinavians. When Hemingway won the prize in 1954, he said, "I would have been happy — happier — today if the prize had gone to that beautiful writer Isak Dinesen."
In Out of Africa she wrote: "Coffee-growing is a long job. It does not all come out as you imagine, when, yourself young and hopeful, in the streaming rain, you carry the boxes of your shining young coffee-plants from the nurseries, and, with the whole number of farm-hands in the field, watch the plants set in the regular rows of holes in the wet ground where they are to grow, and then have them thickly shaded against the sun, with branches broken from the bush, since obscurity is the privilege of young things. It is four or five years till the trees come into bearing, and in the meantime you will get drought on the land, or diseases, and the bold native weeds will grow up thick in the fields — the black-jack, which has long scabrous seed-vessels that hang on to your clothes and stocking. Some of the trees have been badly planted with their tap-roots bent; they will die just as they begin to flower. You plan a little over 600 trees to the acre, and I had 600 acres of land with coffee; my oxen dragged the cultivators up and down the fields, between the rows of trees, many thousand miles, patiently, awaiting coming bounties."
She started publishing stories in Danish magazines when she was 22 years old. Two years later, she had an affair with her second cousin, Baron Hans von Blixen-Finecke. Soon after that relationship fell apart, she was engaged to his twin brother, Baron Bror von Blixen-Finecke. During the year of their engagement, a relative went on a hunting expedition in Africa and came back full of stories about how wonderful it was. Bror and Karen became enamored with the idea of life in a faraway place. So a year after she got engaged, Dinesen got on a ship in Naples and sailed to Kenya to join her fiancée there. They were married in Kenya, in January of 1914, and together established a coffee plantation, which their families had bought for them.
She divorced her husband a few years later — he was unfaithful and she contracted syphilis from him, the same disease that had driven her father to commit suicide. She kept the coffee plantation. She fell in love with another man, a big-game hunter who took tourists out on safaris. But in 1931, the whole world was suffering from an economic depression, and her farm was so unprofitable she had to sell it. Two months later, her lover died in a plane crash. She went back to Denmark, where she lived for the rest of her life.
Six year later, she published her memoir Out of Africa (1937). It was a best-seller, and it was made into a film starring Meryl Streep, which opens with the same line as the novel: "I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills." Dinesen was a favorite to win the Nobel Prize in literature several times, but she never did — the committee members were afraid of awarding too many prizes to Scandinavians. When Hemingway won the prize in 1954, he said, "I would have been happy — happier — today if the prize had gone to that beautiful writer Isak Dinesen."
In Out of Africa she wrote: "Coffee-growing is a long job. It does not all come out as you imagine, when, yourself young and hopeful, in the streaming rain, you carry the boxes of your shining young coffee-plants from the nurseries, and, with the whole number of farm-hands in the field, watch the plants set in the regular rows of holes in the wet ground where they are to grow, and then have them thickly shaded against the sun, with branches broken from the bush, since obscurity is the privilege of young things. It is four or five years till the trees come into bearing, and in the meantime you will get drought on the land, or diseases, and the bold native weeds will grow up thick in the fields — the black-jack, which has long scabrous seed-vessels that hang on to your clothes and stocking. Some of the trees have been badly planted with their tap-roots bent; they will die just as they begin to flower. You plan a little over 600 trees to the acre, and I had 600 acres of land with coffee; my oxen dragged the cultivators up and down the fields, between the rows of trees, many thousand miles, patiently, awaiting coming bounties."
It's the birthday of novelist and playwright Thornton Wilder (books by this author), born in Madison, Wisconsin (1897). He won his first Pulitzer Prize when he was 30 years old for his second novel, The Bridge of San Luis Rey (1927). In 1934, he went to a lecture by Gertrude Stein in Chicago, and he was fascinated by her. She was 60 years old and he was in his 30s, but they were both dealing with sudden success — he from Bridge of San Luis Rey and his Pulitzer, she from The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas. He invited her to stay in his Chicago apartment during speaking tours, and despite their difference in age and writing styles, they became good friends and corresponded for the rest of Stein's life.
It was The Making of Americans (1925) — Stein's difficult, experimental, 900-page novel — that inspired Wilder's most famous play, Our Town (1938). Like The Making of Americans, it traces the intertwining lives of two families, and Wilder used his own version of modernism — the set was minimal, and the play's narrator was in direct conversation with the audience. But where The Making of Americans was a commercial failure and didn't go over well with frustrated critics, Our Town was immediately popular — it was a big Broadway success, and Wilder won another Pulitzer Prize. Our Town has become one of the most-produced American plays.
In September of 1937, he wrote to Stein: "I can no longer conceal from you that I'm writing the most beautiful little play you can imagine. Every morning brings an hour's increment to it and that's all, but I've finished two acts already. It's a little play with all the big subjects in it; and it's a big play with all the little things of life lovingly impressed into it. And when I finish it next Friday, there's another coming around the corner. Lope de Vega wrote three plays a week in his thirties and four plays a week in his forties and so I let these come as they like. This play is an immersion, immersion into a New Hampshire town. It's called Our Town and its third act is based on your ideas, as on great pillars, and whether you know it or not, until further notice, you're in a deep-knit collaboration already."
It was The Making of Americans (1925) — Stein's difficult, experimental, 900-page novel — that inspired Wilder's most famous play, Our Town (1938). Like The Making of Americans, it traces the intertwining lives of two families, and Wilder used his own version of modernism — the set was minimal, and the play's narrator was in direct conversation with the audience. But where The Making of Americans was a commercial failure and didn't go over well with frustrated critics, Our Town was immediately popular — it was a big Broadway success, and Wilder won another Pulitzer Prize. Our Town has become one of the most-produced American plays.
In September of 1937, he wrote to Stein: "I can no longer conceal from you that I'm writing the most beautiful little play you can imagine. Every morning brings an hour's increment to it and that's all, but I've finished two acts already. It's a little play with all the big subjects in it; and it's a big play with all the little things of life lovingly impressed into it. And when I finish it next Friday, there's another coming around the corner. Lope de Vega wrote three plays a week in his thirties and four plays a week in his forties and so I let these come as they like. This play is an immersion, immersion into a New Hampshire town. It's called Our Town and its third act is based on your ideas, as on great pillars, and whether you know it or not, until further notice, you're in a deep-knit collaboration already."
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