By the time Samuel Clemens
arrived on the scene in Europe, French and British intellectuals,
perhaps sensitized by Adah Menken, had begun to eagerly seek out
American celebrities. Walt Whitman had made a ripple, and American
pugilists like John Camel Heenan had come and earned a begrudging
admiration. The Europeans were happy that business was back to usual
after the wars, when exportation and importation had been strangled to
a minimum. American cotton, tobacco, publications and innovations had
returned. There was great curiosity about the “Red” Indians, and
the Wild, untamed West. Mark Twain was a welcome messenger, and for him, Europe was a welcome change of venue.
Clara Clemens, (1874- 1962) around age 25.
Clemens's three daughters would benefit greatly from
the extended stay in Europe during the 1890's.
Sam was more than glad to
be there. In fact he had to be there. He found refuge among so
many admirers, and relief in a vast expanse where he owed no one
anything. He desperately needed to sell his celebrity, whether it be
as a speaker, guest writer, or just a token American intellectual,
and he did all of that. His children could take advantage of the
educational and medical assets in Europe thought to be superior in
that day. And becoming even more famous had a certain appeal as well.
When the Clemens arrived in Paris in 1893, Sam set out to glean all he could, as he formed his
outline for a new manuscript, a book he wanted to write, about Joan
of Arc.
Joan
of Arc was not likely to have been what Mark Twain's devoted readers
were expecting. Surely someone or some thing more realistic would
have fit his reputation. Was this not the innocent lass built of
myth and legend, a veritable French prophet and savior, who was
instructed by angels to save France from her own demise? An
agnostic like Clemens only needed a paragraph to destroy such
foolishness. It may be that he originally came to excavate and expose
the real Joan, to set the record straight. After all, the French
could never be objective about her, any more than Americans could be
about George Washington.
But something powerful led him in the opposite direction. I think some of it was subconscious... as the more he learned about Joan, the more he identified with her. Her left-handedness led her to challenge authority and approach life and problems in a way which he admired, because to a degree, he was looking at himself.
But something powerful led him in the opposite direction. I think some of it was subconscious... as the more he learned about Joan, the more he identified with her. Her left-handedness led her to challenge authority and approach life and problems in a way which he admired, because to a degree, he was looking at himself.
So while Sam Clemens enjoyed
unmerited grace in the warmth of French hospitality and the balm of
French wine, Mark Twain found the love of his
literary life. Jehanne D'Arc was so much more than he was ready for.
The French still venerated her. An expose' was out of the question.
It would be an insult to his hosts. But that was never an issue,
because Twain eventually fell in love with the Maid of Orleans, and
like a new found lover, was so smitten he lost all objectivity.
Jehanne was so compelling, so wonderful and innocent, all that was
good in femalekind.
Mark Twain found and embraced in Joan that which he would not receive from the Christ of the Bible; someone sent by God, true and pure, literally, heroically sacrificing themselves for their fellow man. Both were betrayed, put to death by the religious establishment.
It seems as though Sam Clemens chose to make a backhanded peace with God in the creation of Recollections of Joan Of Arc. In order to do that however, Jehanne was passed over to fashion a Joan who ended up the savior of his choosing, a shameless whitewash that had little scholarly merit. I have written a ton on the subject if you are interested... but finish this first! My series on Joan of Arc can be found at the LINK below...
http://russellcushman.blogspot.com/p/joan-of-arc-part-i.html
Mark Twain found and embraced in Joan that which he would not receive from the Christ of the Bible; someone sent by God, true and pure, literally, heroically sacrificing themselves for their fellow man. Both were betrayed, put to death by the religious establishment.
It seems as though Sam Clemens chose to make a backhanded peace with God in the creation of Recollections of Joan Of Arc. In order to do that however, Jehanne was passed over to fashion a Joan who ended up the savior of his choosing, a shameless whitewash that had little scholarly merit. I have written a ton on the subject if you are interested... but finish this first! My series on Joan of Arc can be found at the LINK below...
http://russellcushman.blogspot.com/p/joan-of-arc-part-i.html
Still limping from the Franco-Prussian War, Jehanne D'Arc
was an indispensable bright spot in French lore. And
an irresistible subject for a lifelong cynic.
Like Adah Menken, Sam loved to keep
his readers off-balance, and would take special joy in shocking
everyone by worshiping Joan in ink. And this was for him the path
of least resistance. It fit the bill on a personal level, as he could
create a story that would please his precious daughters, even salute
and inspire them. Simultaneously, he would ingratiate himself deeper
into French society. Still, it was a such a departure from his usually smug and cynical persona. But Sam needed to pay bills, and Mark Twain needed
enthusiastic support, and knew by now that you could get a whole lot
more with sugar than vinegar.
Recollections of Joan of Arc was published and then forgotten in 1896, and its failure would have sunk most authors. Sam considered it his finest achievement. But his critics were stunned, Joan of Arc had taken the starch out of the lion of American literature.
Recollections of Joan of Arc was published and then forgotten in 1896, and its failure would have sunk most authors. Sam considered it his finest achievement. But his critics were stunned, Joan of Arc had taken the starch out of the lion of American literature.
Meanwhile, the Clemens family seemed
to thrive, and grew intellectually by leaps and bounds while touring Europe. During these exciting times, the Clemens's took in all
the wonderful, superfluous entertainment and social opportunities,
and traveled extensively, while the daughters were put in boarding
schools. No opportunity was missed to broaden the European experience
or the Twain legacy.
Meanwhile Sam quietly went back and forth to the States, discreetly negotiating his bankruptcy, which saved his financial situation... By 1895, the family had enjoyed extended stays in London, Berlin, the French Riviera, Rome and Florence. The girls
studied under prestigious voice coaches, and were commended as
talented singers, but according to Susy's coach in Paris, she was physically
underdeveloped, needing sunshine and old-fashioned farm work to
enlarge her lungs. Needless to say, that never happened.
pianist Ossip Gabrilowitsch, as
frail Susy plays second fiddle.
This innocent appraisal of Susy, the oldest daughter
may have been the first objective voice that did not make excuses for
her frail constitution. This observation seems prophetic now, as she passed away from spinal meningitis in 1896, right after returning to the U.S.. By then the youngest daughter Jean had already experienced her first epileptic seizure. This led to a return to Europe to engage the doctors who might help her.
The Clemens's took Jean to Austria to see a specialist, who prescribed bromides, a peculiar chemical that can be quite toxic (Ironically! Has been used in small doses in food and pharmaceuticals here in the U.S., but is banned in most other countries) but has been protected and used in the U.S. for over one hundred years. (That ridiculous dilemma should be another blog someday!) Jean took up woodcarving while living in Switzerland, and Clara was sent to a private music school in Vienna. Eventually by 1898 the whole family congregated there. During this time, perhaps Olivia took a
special interest in the French art community. We know that later she was credited as a founder of the Hartford Art School.
It might have been Jean, who had a latent artist within, or even
the maid, Ms. Katy Leary. But from where I sit, someone in their
party started to collect an amazing array of one-of-a-kind tintypes, a cheap form of
photography in that day, of French artists and
their models and even some of their close friends and families.The very possession of these items suggests meaningful relationships with some of the more obscure people, who would not have been famous or known to most American tourists. But Mark Twain could easily have been entertained by them, and most probably was. Perhaps Sam acquired the photos and shared them as souvenirs for Jean, tokens of his new connections in Paris, while researching Jehanne, consolations for his suffering daughter being treated in Vienna... unable to go along.
These finds were
originally the heart of the collection which I discovered on the
Internet auction, which birthed this blog. These were the first
“look-alikes” which haunted me and woke me up in the middle of
the night and tormented me by day! My search quickly fanned out from
poor forgotten Menken.
Alfred Stevens, an accomplished Belgian
who was only on the fringes of the Impressionists,
but a firm supporter.
but a firm supporter.
When I figured out that a
famous, Belgian master artist named Alfred Stevens ( a lefty of course) was associated loosely with
the French artists, and his likeness was for sale, the search was on.
Now I had a community of individuals who could be identified and
authenticated. The artists and agents and models of
bohemian France began to beg for their story to be told.
My powers of recognition
were grossly unprepared for this task and I failed to identify and
snag a tintype of John L. Sullivan in time. And then one of Claude
Monet before someone else did. The tintypes were priced for quick
sale,and were not identified in any way, not even ones like Sullivan
that were fairly obvious to the casual historian. I was sure I was
the only one who had an inkling of who they were. Still disbelieving,
I began to create comparison graphics to ease my mind, one way or the
other. My final conclusions still stun me. So many “look-alikes”
coincidentally congregated in one place was even more against the
odds than these tintypes being the actual people. There was even a tintype of Olivia Clemens and Katy Leary her maid posing with Mary Cassatt...
Mary Cassatt, Olivia (or Clara) Clemens and Katy Leary, about 1883- '86
It would be hard to overstate the key role Cassatt
played in supporting the Impressionist movement.
Early on, she may have been the most active Impressionist
art broker in the US.
It would be hard to overstate the key role Cassatt
played in supporting the Impressionist movement.
Early on, she may have been the most active Impressionist
art broker in the US.
I think, paint and write from the perspective of a born again Christian, and so I began to surmise there was a reason, as in Providential, for this
discovery. It was not an accident. Even if the whole crazy thing was
a delusion, it had fleshed out a good story, with a moral to it, worth telling.
The old saying that “A
picture tells a thousand words” applies here. Each tintype not only had a story to tell, but even the aggregate of what had survived and ended up on my Texas dining room table seemed to have a story, as if they had been kept together for a reason. And at this moment, that was as important as art or history.
NEXT: Go to a family reunion
NEXT: Go to a family reunion
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