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History Now
Wyeth’s Inspiration
The farm that launched a thousand paintings can now be visited
Nearly as impressive as the meticulous detail work in Andrew Wyeth’s painting is the balancing act he maintains between opposing schools of art: modern without being modernist, classical without being stuffy, and realistic without being either ironic or pretty. It must be admitted, however, that he shows a marked fondness for grays and beiges. For anyone who has spent time among Wyeth’s austere canvases, then, the farm of his Chadds Ford, Pennsylvania, neighbors Karl and Anna Kuerner—where Wyeth has made more than 1,000 paintings, starting in 1932—will be a revelation in its very ordinariness: green grass, bright sunshine, and wide-open spaces.
The Kuerners, immigrants from Germany, rented the farm in 1926 and bought it in 1940. It stayed in the family until 1999, two years after Anna’s death, when it was sold to the Brandy wine Conservancy, the nonprofit group that operates the Brandy wine River Museum. Last year the farm was opened to the public. Now visitors can explore the sites of some of Wyeth’s most memorable works and see how the painter altered details to fit his artistic vision. The farm can be visited only on tours from the museum, which are conducted from late April through mid-November (the farm is closed in winter, when it is at its most Wyethesque). Tours of the nearby N. C. Wyeth House and Stu dio, where Andrew grew up and his father created timeless illustrations, are also available.
Even without the Kuerner farm, the Brandywine River Museum is worth a visit. Its collection of Wyeth family art—from N.C. to Andrew to Andrew’s son Jamie, along with assorted artistic spouses and cousins—is unsurpassed. Elsewhere in the museum are displays of American illustration, landscapes, genre paintings, and still lifes, plus seasonal exhibits such as children’s-book art and a strikingly extensive and detailed model-train layout at Christmas. Not the least of the museum’s charms is the inspiring view it affords of the river whose name it bears. See it in full torrent after a heavy rain, or meandering lazily through late-autumn trees, and you’ll want to get some brushes and start painting yourself. For information, go to www.brandywinemuseum.org or call 610-388-2700. |
1939 World’s Fair Memorabilia
The Buyable Past
The 1939 World’s Fair was a showcase for modern-age marvels ranging from nylon to television. Displayed in settings devised by top architects and designers, they provided walloping doses of wish fulfillment for people just emerging from a deep economic depression. Hitler may have been reaching for the light switch in Europe, but Albert Einstein flipped the one that illuminated the Flushing Meadows fairgrounds in the New York City borough of Queens as the exposition opened. In an atmosphere heady with optimism, visitors lined up for the leading attraction, General Motors’ Futurama, which carried them through a planned urban landscape in moving chairs and sent them away with buttons that read, “I have seen the future.” Tens of millions of fair goers took home other mementos as well.
Many of these mementos picture the Trylon, a pointed, three-sided pylon that rose 610 feet above the fairgrounds, and an adjoining globe-shaped edifice called the Perisphere. Together these unusual sibling structures form a sleek motif that gives considerable visual interest to the fair memorabilia they adorn, while Art Deco, the era’s reigning de sign style, enhances their appeal.
A lot of these keepsakes are downright cheap. A charming postcard might cost $5.00, and other paper items, including maps, guidebooks, and the like, are readily available for not much more. Plates are a popular souvenir category, and a recent Web search turned up a colorful Haute Deco example 10 inches in diameter produced for the fair by Homer Laughlin; the seller was asking $200. For the same amount, you can buy an atmospheric 11-by-14-inch photograph by Harold Webber, who took numerous nocturnal shots at Flushing Meadows. His son now offers numbered limited-edition prints made from the original negatives and matted for framing. (View them at www.webbersphotography.com or inquire by phone toll-free at 866-932-2377.) If you’d like a vintage World’s Fair poster for your wall, you can still find a dramatic example in fine condition for less than $2,000.
—David Lander
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To Learn More
The Internet provides one-stop shopping for those interested in this particular exposition. Intriguing facts and figures pertaining to it are available in an Earth Station Nine entry (www.earthstation9.com/index.html?1939_new), and eBay offers an unending parade of souvenirs for sale. The World’s Fair Collectors Society (www.members.aol.com/bbqprod/wfcs.html) is open to those interested in any such expo and is likely to include people eager to show, swap, or sell items from the 1939 event.
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Notes From the Underground
A new book explores mammoth cave national park—inside and out
Sometime around 1798 a man named John Houchins shot and wounded a bear in the Kentucky wilderness. He followed it to the entrance of a cave that turned out to be much bigger and more mysterious than the others that abounded in the region. The cave soon started drawing visitors, eventually including such luminaries as Ralph Waldo Emerson and Jenny Lind, the “Swedish Nightingale.” Then, as now, the cave was known for its beautiful and haunting rock formations, with names like the Church, Fat Man’s Misery, Frozen Niagara, the Drapery Room, and the Rotunda. Equally fascinating were ancient skeletons and Indian relics preserved by the cave’s cool temperatures and low humidity (conditions that have also permitted the survival of ceiling graffiti written in candle soot, some from the early nineteenth century).
Mammoth Cave and the ground above it were declared a national park in 1926, and in 2003 the photographer Raymond Klass lived in the park for three months, exploring its 365 miles of mapped tunnels (there may be another 600 miles unmapped) as well as the forest above. More than a hundred of his photographs, covering everything from ancient lava flows to tree-covered hills to acorns, squirrels, and snails, along with excerpts from his journal, can be found in Mammoth Cave National Park: Reflections, by Raymond Klass (University Press of Kentucky, 144 pages, $25.00).
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The War in Iraq is Just Like Vietnam
…and every other war in American history
History teaches, but only those who are open to being taught. For others, history supplies a convenient set of templates into which everything that happens afterward can be fitted. The current Iraq war is a case in point. Supporters say it’s World War II all over again, while opponents say it’s Vietnam. In fact, it has some features in common with both. But why stop there?
THE WAR IN IRAQ IS LIKE:
the Revolutionary War because…
American battle deaths have totaled in the thousands (around 4,400 in the Revolution, though diseases took many more).
intervention by a third party (France, of all places) helped free a nation from tyranny.
the War of 1812 because…
one of the main reasons for the war disappeared soon after it started (Great Britain’s Orders in Council, which prevented American ships from trading with Britain’s enemies, were rescinded a few days after Congress declared war. Sir George Prevost, the governor-general of Canada, and Gen. Henry Dearborn signed an armistice in August 1812, expecting the conflict to be settled by diplomacy, but communications were slow and military events elsewhere had already been set in motion).
guerrilla acts (attacks by British-backed Indians) took the lives of many troops and civilians.
the Civil War because…
many people in the land being liberated bitterly resented it.
there was no declaration of war by Congress.
optimists expected it to be over quickly (“On to Richmond” was the slogan in the summer of 1861, and the first group of Union volunteers was enlisted for just 90 days).
vigilantes nullified some of the war’s gains.
the deposed leader fled and was captured in humiliating circumstances (when the Army finally tracked Jefferson Davis down, he was wearing his wife’s raglan and shawl, which he had hastily donned when fleeing his tent).
the Spanish-American War because…
more than a century later people are still debating whether the war was justified.
the opponent’s regular troops put up little resistance.
some equipment issued to troops was inadequate (in Cuba, instead of the new smokeless powder, most volunteer regiments—though not Teddy Roosevelt’s Rough Riders—used old-fashioned black powder, which was less powerful, fouled guns much faster, and revealed the shooter’s position).
World War I because…
for America, the trickiest part came after the war ended (eradicating the causes of the world war proved to be impossible, and tensions simmered for two decades before erupting again).
World War II because…
it took a sneak attack to get the United States involved in a war that was already consuming the rest of the world, after which we had to deal with the attackers’ allies as well.
America’s opponents were bent on genocide and world domination.
the Korean War because…
Korea has required the presence of American troops for decades to come, and the same could be true in Iraq.
the Vietnam War because…
the terrain made it easy for foreign-backed outside forces to infiltrate.
the opposition’s strategy was to outlast the Americans instead of defeating them.
Numerous Hollywood celebrities protested the war.
—F.S.
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Editors’ Bookshelf
Part cookbook, part culinary history, part travel writing, Dining at Monticello: In Good Taste and Abundance, edited by Damon Lee Fowler (University of North Carolina Press, 208 pages, $35.00), shows that Thomas Jefferson was just as original a thinker regarding food as he was regarding everything else. Chapters delve into such things as his taste in wine as consumer and producer, the African-American influence in Monticello’s food culture, Jefferson’s inclination toward vegetarianism, and the task of restoring Monticello’s kitchen as it existed in his day. Also included are six dozen recipes adapted for modern cooks, some from originals in Jefferson’s hand, as well as an abundance of photographs of the restored Monticello that would be mouthwatering even without the sumptuous food they contain.
Woodrow Wilson described Chester A. Arthur as “a nonentity with side-whiskers.” Theodore Roosevelt called Wilson “a damned Presbyterian hypocrite, and a Byzantine logothete,” and the French prime minister, Georges Clemenceau, agreed: “How can I talk to a fellow who thinks himself the first man in two thousand years to know anything about peace on earth?” Several political generations later, Barry Goldwater said of Ronald Reagan, “He can’t decide whether he was born in a log cabin or a manger,” and Gerald Ford announced that “Henry Clay said he’d rather be right than President. Now President Johnson has proved it really is a choice.” In Distory: A Treasury of Historical Insults (St. Martin’s Press, 179 pages, $18.95), Robert Schnakenberg has collected two centuries’ worth of succinct political invective, including Winston Churchill’s wonderfully mild obliteration of a man who four times served as prime minister: “Mr. Gladstone read Homer for fun, which I think served him right.”
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Screenings
Remember the Alamo
When DVD’s were introduced, a number of critics hailed them as an opportunity for filmgoers to stop and reflect on films that hadn’t been given a fair shot the first time around. It hasn’t turned out that way. The constant flood of new product on the market has instead practically guaranteed that a film ignored on release has almost no chance of emerging into prominence on re release.
Such is the case with John Lee Hancock’s The Alamo (2004), which is remembered now, if at all, as a film that cost in excess of $130 million to produce and generated little more than $30 million in ticket sales. The film sank out of sight before anyone could analyze why it had failed, and since it was not a hit, no one wanted to defend it.
Watching The Alamo on DVD, it’s quite easy to see what went wrong. It has no male action stars, no parts for hot young actresses, and a story line that demands that the audience pay some attention. One has only to look at the five biggest-grossing films in the week when The Alamo was released to see what audiences wanted: Kill Bill: Vol. 2, Man on Fire, Hellboy, The Punisher, and Walking Tall.
When you haven’t got anything to lure the kids, you need strong critical support. The Alamo was doomed on this count before a scene was filmed. When the project was announced, more than a year and a half before its release, Disney’s CEO, Michael Eisner, proclaimed that this telling of the near-mythical siege and fall of the Texas fort would “capture the post-September 11 surge in patriotism.” You don’t have to be of a liberal bent—although many film critics are—to find that statement a little crass. Eisner’s comment predisposed many in the press to treat this version as a mere update of John Wayne’s 1960 version of the Alamo story, which was widely seen as a Cold War metaphor.
Then there was the dreaded “troubled production history” syndrome. Ron Howard was supposed to direct but bolted when Disney would not approve the R-rated version he wanted to film (presumably this would have meant more explicit violence). Howard ended up producing, with Hancock, who had only one previous feature, The Rookie, directing.
All of this helps explain why The Alamo couldn’t find an audience, but the solitary
viewer probably won’t care about any of that and likely will be surprised to find how good the film actually is. Several critics remarked on the script’s “confusion,” but in fact the screenplay is a model of clarity. It presents us with the characters’ personal and political motivations without telling us how to feel about them. The film details the mingled destinies of Davy Crockett, Jim Bowie, and the Alamo’s commander, William B. Travis. And for the first time in any Alamo movie, it makes the Mexican general Antonio López de Santa Anna a major character. Played by the flamboyant Mexican actor Emilio Echevarría, Santa Anna is a fascinating monster, an egomaniacal tyrant but still a patriot who comprehends the historic sweep of what is happening in Texas as the tide of Anglo-Americans threatens to swamp the native Mexicans. (“Our grandchildren will end up eating the crumbs thrown to them by these bastards,” he tells his officers.)
His opposite number, the Tejano Juan Seguin, played by Jordi Mollà in a sad, sweet, shaded performance, loves his country but loathes Santa Anna and chooses, reluctantly, to fight with the Anglos. Jim Bowie, the slave-trading pirate fighting to defend his home, is played with bravura by Jason Patric; Travis, the soldier of fortune who came to Texas hoping to turn his life around, is portrayed by Patrick Wilson with a sense of calm desperation. (When Patric tells him the night before the final assault that if he lives five more years, he “just might become a great man,” Wilson replies, “I fear that I will have to settle for what I am now.”)
The real revelation of The Alamo, though, is Billy Bob Thornton’s Davy Crockett, a man bewildered by his own fame who, before the end, manages to grow into the hero everyone sees him as. The battle itself is a breathtaking piece of action filmmaking, shot at night—true to history —and, unlike previous Alamo movies, switching back and forth to convey the terror on both sides of the walls.
This Alamo isn’t merely the most historically accurate film account of the story to date, it is the only reasonably historically accurate one. For all their talk of historical accuracy though, Alamo buffs would, if you press them, prefer the sugarcoated myths of Walt Disney and John Wayne. I understand the appeal of those myths; I cherished them in my youth and still do. But it’s sad that we can’t forge new myths out of historical realities, that we can’t see our old heroes as the flawed men they were and still accept them as heroes.
—Allen Barra
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An American in Paris
The Revolution’s Second Toughest Job
Benjamin Franklin was far and away the most famous American when he went to France to wheedle help for the newborn American nation, which was having a very grim time of it when he got there late in 1776. Stacy Schiff’s wholly engrossing A Great Improvisation: Franklin, France, and the Birth of America (Henry Holt and Company, 480 pages, $27.50) casts the reader ashore on the French coast alongside Franklin, and together they learn to negotiate a city and a society at once magnificent and sordid, generous and dangerous (and, of course, so sexy that Americans have never quite gotten over it), and, above all, just as unfamiliar to eighteenth-century Franklin as it is to twenty-first-century us. If he couldn’t unravel its mysteries quickly enough, his brand-new nation might very well go under. Schiff’s introduction suggests the stakes:
“America was six months old; Franklin was seventy years her senior. And the fate of that infant republic was, to a significant extent, in his hands. He sailed to France not for self-emancipation, as Americans have since, but for that of his country. Congress had declared independence without any viable means of achieving it; the American colonies were without munitions, money, credit, common cause. In the spring of 1776, foreign assistance had been debated as hotly as was independence. The two discussions were inextricably bound; to many the former qualified as the more palatable proposition. The best orator in Congress argued persuasively that a declaration of independence was a necessary step for securing European aid. In that light the document’s name constituted a misnomer. It was drafted as an SOS.
“‘If I call Europe, what number do I call?’ Henry
Kissinger asked in the 1970s. In the 177Os the answer was obvious. Especially if you had a grievance with Britain, you called Versailles. How you did so was equally obvious.…You summoned the one man in the colonies possessed of that brand of sleek charlatanism known as social grace, the only one of the Founding Fathers familiar with Europe. Few Americans could have risen to Paris’s diplomatic or conversational agenda, and even fewer could have done so with the requisite wit, in a language that approximated French. Whether Franklin could succeed in his mission was another question. In the annals of diplomacy his was the original one. Franklin was charged with appealing to a monarchy for assistance in establishing a republic.”
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I Hear America Singing on the Internet
WPA interviews from the 1930s can now be read and heard online
One summer day in 1939 a young man stopped another man under an elevated train in New York City and asked him, “Do rich people and poor people have anything in common?” The man replied, “God made all this, and he made it for everybody. And he made it equal. This breeze and these green leaves out here is for everybody.…This breeze comes from God and mancain’t do nothing about it.” The younger man would have many more conversations like that one, and with all the voices ringing in his head, he eventually sat down and wrote a sprawling love song to America’s complexity and paradox that he called Invisible Man.
Ralph Ellison was one of hundreds of young, government-funded writers, editors, researchers, and photographers who fanned out across the nation during the 1930s. TheFederal Writers’ Project (FWP) produced 275 books, 700 pamphlets, and 340“issuances” (articles, leaflets, and radio scripts). The manuscripts, containing thousands of raw interviews, photographs, and notes, were put in storage at the Library of Congress after the project ended in 1943. And the writers—among them Studs Terkel, Zora Neale Hurston, and Saul Bellow—moved on.
In the mid-1970s the library began reorganizing the FWP materials and transferring them back to the library, where nearly 300,000 items are now available to the public. But you don’t have to travel to Washington to use them. The National Digital Library has culled 2,900 interviews for a Web site called American Life Histories (www.memory.loc.gov/ammem/wpaintro/wpahome.html). With pictures by photographers like Gordon Parks and Marion Post Wolcott, you can read the interviews and listen to the subjects’ voices.
So, if you want to know why Clyde (“Kingfish”) Smith started singing while he worked, visit “Hard Times in the City: Testifying.” To learn how Mr. Garavelli’s lungs survived stone cutting, see “All in a Day’s Work: Industrial Lore.” Soon you will see why that young man under the elevated train fell in love with language—the American language.
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Why Do We Say That?
“Gobbledygook”
“Every presidential message…should be (a) in English, (b) clear and trenchant in its style, (c) logical in its structure and (d) devoid of gobbledygook.” So wrote Arthur M. Schlesinger, Jr., in a memo as an assistant to President John F. Kennedy in 1963, to a State Department functionary after wading through “the latest and worst of a long number of drafts” sent by the department for the President’s signature.
The striped-pants set are by no means the only people who indulge in gobbledygook. Over the years, the Pentagon has asked for bids on such items as aerodynamic personnel decelerators (parachutes), interlocking slide fasteners (zippers), and wood interdental stimulators (toothpicks); and a lieutenant of my basic-training company back in the late 1950s called the folding shovel with which I was all too familiar a “combat emplacement evacuator.”
Gobbledygook dates only from World War II. Credit for it goes to Maury Maverick, a former congressman from Texas (1935-39), who as chairman of the Smaller War Plants Corporation became tired of going to meetings where people rambled on about “maladjustments co-extensive with problem areas” and “alternative but nevertheless meaningful minimae.” He retaliated on March 30, 1944, with a memo decrying “gobbledygook language.” “Let’s stop pointing up programs, finalizing contracts that stem from district, regional or Washington levels,” he wrote. “No more patterns, effectuating, dynamics. Anyone using the words activation or implementation will be shot.”
The colorful new word quickly caught on. People asked Maverick where gobbledygook came from, and in The New York Times Magazine on May 21 he replied: “I do not know.…Perhaps I was thinking of the old bearded turkey gobbler back in Texas who was always gobbledygobbling and strutting with ridiculous pomposity. At the end of his gobble there was a sort of gook.”
Incidentally, the Maverick family has another lexicographic distinction. Maury Maverick’s grandfather Samuel Augustus Maverick (1805–70) didn’t bother to brand calves on his Texas ranch. By 1867 unbranded calves had become known as mavericks, and the meaning of that word was extended within another 20 years to include people who showed a strong streak of independence.
—Hugh Rawson
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Freedom’s Lifeline
A New and Vivid History of the Underground Railroad
“Josiah Henson’s earliest memory was of the day that his father came home with his ear cut off.” So begins the first chapter of Fergus M. Bordewich’s outstanding history Bound for Canaan: The Underground Railroad and the War for the Soul of America (HarperCollins, 528 pages, $27.95). Henson, born a Maryland slave in the eighteenth century and later an abolitionist, writer, preacher, and founder of a Canadian colony for former slaves, is believed to have been the model for Harriet Beecher Stowe’s hero in Uncle Tom’s Cabin. His is just one of many riveting biographies in Bound for Canaan, which illuminates the lives of the many giants, forgotten and famous, black and white, enslaved and free, of the Underground Railroad, that loose network of safe houses and surreptitious routes northward, which began about 1770 and lasted until 1865.
Bordewich’s impressive success with Bound for Canaan rests on formidable research, artful organization of sprawling material, and tight, clear, brawny storytelling. He vividly recounts some of the better-known tales of escape. Henry (“Box”) Brown mailed himself to freedom in a crate, and Bordewich takes the reader into the box with Brown, tucked in a fetal position and turned upside down for so long that his eyes bulged out of their sockets. In another well-known episode, a light-skinned Georgia woman named Ellen Craft passed herself off as an invalid white man and traveled north in style on an actual railroad, attended by a “manservant”—her darker-skinned husband, William. One tale about a runaway woman who, seconds from capture, tries to murder her children rather than see them return to slavery, gave this modern and moderately cynical reader nightmares.
Bound for Canaan is an epic that takes the reader from the very beginning of the Underground Railroad to the end of the line. Bordewich describes how former slaves coped with newfound liberty and how abolitionists handled retirement or found new causes. It seems no exaggeration to suggest that the hundred thousand men, women, and children who escaped on the Underground Railroad, and the efforts of those who helped deliver them to freedom, form one of the marvels in the history of human survival.
—Jillian Sim
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