August 17, 1999
August 17, 1999
“Fannie: The Talent for Success of Writer Fannie Hurst”
A life of one of the great trash novelists argues that (clunky metaphors aside) it’s time for a revival
By Daniel Mangin
When a character in F. Scott Fitzgerald’s “This Side of Paradise” blasts popular literature of the day, he cites “Fanny” Hurst among several authors “not producing among ‘em one story or novel that will last 10 years.” Harsh, yet not far off the mark: Fannie Hurst was one of America’s highest-paid writers, but few of her tales of shopgirls, boardinghouse dwellers and immigrants are still in print. These days, when she’s not being confused with entertainer Fanny Brice, she’s mostly remembered for the multiple film versions of her short story “Humoresque” and of her bestselling novels “Back Street” and “Imitation of Life.”
In “Fannie,” the first full-fledged biography of Hurst, Brooke Kroeger concedes her subject’s literary shortcomings. But she makes a convincing case that Hurst was a literary trendsetter who used her celebrity to promote an agenda that included racial equality and women’s rights. An early supporter of African-American writer Zora Neale Hurston (who worked briefly as her secretary) and a friend of Eleanor Roosevelt’s, Hurst saw beyond the jargon of the causes she championed. She encouraged men to support equal opportunity for women, for instance, but challenged her gender to live up to the bargain, mocking the “languid psychology” of women engaged in “the industry of gold digging.”
Hurst came into prominence before World War I with a string of heartwarming yet realistic short stories that led reviewers to dub her the female O. Henry. Literary types scorned her sappy plotting and “careless” writing, though some praised her intuitive rendering of women’s emotional lives. One superb example is “Hattie Turner versus Hattie Turner,” which ran in Cosmopolitan in 1935. The title character so fervently wishes her abusive husband would die that after he is killed she has trouble convincing herself she’s not the murderer.
Short stories were Hurst’s strong suit, but then as now, book publishers preferred novels, and her novels could be excruciating reads, full of corny metaphors and clunky prose. From “Anywoman”: “The days were transmission belts under her feet, moving her along.” From “Imitation of Life”: “Delilah might be said to have risen like a vast black sun over the troubled waters of the domestic scene, laying them and the hordes of fears, large and small, that had dogged her heels all day.” (No wonder Langston Hughes was moved to pen the theatrical parody “Limitations of Life.”)
Hurst described herself as “a ‘bleeder’ under criticism” but seems not to have heeded any of it, and despite Kroeger’s impressive research — her book is meticulously documented — “Fannie” never satisfactorily explains why not. The best the biographer can offer is the simplistic psychological speculation that “at some level [Hurst] seemed to invite the biennial opportunity to hemorrhage. Perhaps it was a way to bring back the verbal lashings of her St. Louis childhood.”
Hurst appears not to have inspired Kroeger as fully as did her previous subject, journalist Nellie Bly. This reduced affinity may explain such flaccid, Hurst-like similes as “Wednesday the telephone in Fannie’s apartment rang like a bell concert” and “Success for Fannie kept coming, like popcorn kernels exploding in hot oil.” Actually, Hurst herself provides some of the pithiest sequences in “Fannie” by way of the numerous citations from her autobiography, “Anatomy of Me.” She may shade (or delete) the truth, but she emerges more distinctly on her own pages than on Kroeger’s. Together, though, the two books provide a complete portrait.
Fitzgerald may have been too dismissive when he damned Hurst to obscurity, but by the time she died in 1968, interest in her had all but disappeared. Kroeger believes the time is ripe for a revival, and Hurst deserves one — though let’s hope, for the reading public’s sake, that it’s a selective one.
Daniel Mangin is a writer and editor living in New York.