Monday, February 10, 2020

Oscar Wilde in the United States




BLACK HISTORY MONTH THE FOPPISH DILETTANTISM OF THE AESTHETE 

The Wilde Woman and the Sunflower Apostle: Oscar Wilde in the United States



FEBRUARY 8, 2020

Dedicated to the memory of my dear friend Ricky Jay.

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OSCAR WILDE ARRIVED in New York on January 2, 1882, on his first trip to North America. [1] By the end of the month, he’d landed (more or less) on the cover of the nation’s most widely read journal, Harper’s Weekly. The seated figure, dressed in fancy clothes, gazing dreamily into space and surrounded by a book, a horseshoe, a sunflower, and a lily, referred to the poet — but it was not Wilde. [2] It was a monkey. An invidious lampoon titled “The Aesthetic Monkey,” the image was reproduced from the painting by William Holbrook Beard, an American artist well-known for his anthropomorphic animal pictures, especially those of carousing bears. [3] But for their cover, the editors at Harper’s chose to present the recently arrived poet as a simian, a choice that began an avalanche of derogatory, disdainful, and satiric images of Wilde, whose presence in America caused a sensation unlike anything previous. [4] Yes, Charles Dickens had toured the country (1842 and 1867) as had Jenny Lind (1850–’52), each to great fanfare — Sarah Bernhardt’s tour was still nearly a decade in the future — but no 19th-century celebrity garnered as much attention as did Oscar Wilde in 1882.
William Holbrook Beard. “The Aesthetic Monkey.” Wood engraving for the cover of “Harper’s Weekly,” January 28, 1882. Published just a few weeks after Wilde’s arrival in America, it set the tone for many of the vicious caricatures to come.

To make the cover of Harper’s, one had to be famous or notorious — Wilde was both. At 27, he had published just one book, a volume of poetry, yet he had become a celebrity, and it was not because of his verses. [5] Rather, his vocal support for the then radical Aesthetic Movement, his unusual clothing, physical appearance, dandyish manners, and of course, his witticisms and epigrams, had made him infamous. Recruited by opera impresario Richard D’Oyly Carte, Wilde was about to embark on a lecture tour across America to promote the Gilbert & Sullivan operetta Patience, which had debuted in London in April 1881 and in New York that September. [6] A spoof on the Aesthetic Movement — its main characters were limp-wristed poets based on Swinburne and Rossetti, and possibly Wilde himself — Patience drew crowds. D’Oyly Carte, the opera’s producer, had hoped that Wilde’s growing notoriety would drum up business in America, but it was Wilde who captured the lion’s share of the public’s attention: his American tour lasted nearly a year; Patience closed in New York after six months and 177 performances. [7] Although it was successful, it was no match for Wilde himself.

Wilde was so novel, so audacious, so “utterly too too,” as the popular phrase he inspired had it, that he created a sensation everywhere he went. And he went far, and wide. Between January and November of 1882, Wilde visited and lectured in 125 American cities, including such far-flung places as Milwaukee, Omaha, San Francisco, Leadville, Cedar Rapids, Memphis, Louisville, New Orleans, Galveston, San Antonio, Savannah, Charleston, Portland, Atlantic City, and Pawtucket. [8] He lectured on the subjects of art and decoration, beginning with his first public speaking event in New York a week after he arrived: on January 9 he gave an hour-long talk titled “The English Renaissance” in which he explained the Aesthetic Movement: “I call it our English Renaissance because it is indeed a sort of new birth of the spirit of man, like the great Italian Renaissance of the fifteenth century.” [9]

Home decoration and aesthetics had become popular topics among rich and prosperous Americans after the Civil War, especially the wives of tycoons who were eager to display their wealth by building the most fashionable homes their husbands could afford. Colonel William Francis Morse, Wilde’s tour manager, recalled: “His lectures were always of the greatest interest to women. Men, unless cultured and students, rarely took much notice of the new gospel of art. His most attentive listeners were women, and to them his views came often as a new revelation.” [10]

Although the Aesthetic Movement had originated in England, it generated a great deal of interest across the Atlantic; books about interior decoration and applied art by such authors as Clarence Cook, Christopher Dresser, Charles Eastlake, Mary Eliza Haweis, Owen Jones, Walter Pater, and Candace Wheeler were read with enthusiasm on both sides of the Atlantic. Because the women of America were especially eager to hear Wilde’s decorating theories, his lectures were not entirely without a context. It was Wilde who was without precedent — his first lecture quickly sold out, even at the high price of $1 per ticket, to 1,200 eager audience members, many from New York high society. [11]

Unfortunately, Wilde’s Oxford English struck many in the audience “as a voice that might have come from the tomb. It grew monotonous, and was fast becoming painful,” according to The New York Times, but a moment of levity was struck when Wilde, smiling, said something humorous and the audience began to laugh. “At the finish of the lecture the poet was vigorously applauded, and when he retired from the stage he blushed like a school-girl.” [12]

Wilde had dressed for the lecture in an aesthetic 18th-century-inspired outfit consisting of a “low-necked shirt with a turned-down collar and large white necktie, a black claw-hammer coat and white vest, knee-breeches, long black stockings and low shoes with bows.” [13] White kid gloves completed the ensemble. It was hardly the attire of the American entrepreneurs and businessmen in the audience, and Wilde’s clothing never failed to capture the attention of the public and the press — he was interviewed at least 98 times during his tour, and special attention was always paid to his wardrobe. As one New York Times reporter noted: “He was dressed as probably no grown man in the world was ever dressed before.” [14] Artists and illustrators began to create caricatures of him, launching a mini-industry that included sheet music, advertising trade cards, photographs, Currier & Ives prints, and newspaper cartoons.
“Strike Me with A Sun Flower.” Chromolithograph, 1882. E. B. Duval, printer. One of scores of advertising cards that lampooned Wilde; a merchant’s business information was printed on the verso.

Wilde must have understood the power of visual imagery, and soon after his New York lecture (and at Morse’s urging), sat for 28 portrait sittings with Napoleon Sarony, the city’s leading commercial photographer. [15] Sarony cleverly arranged for an exclusive contract that made him the only photographer permitted to take Wilde’s likeness, and it proved profitable — Wilde told a reporter that the demand for his portraits far exceeded the supply. [16] Wilde, Morse, and Sarony all astutely perceived that the dissemination of Wilde’s likeness would increase his celebrity, and these images, which were sold throughout his tour, are the images that now provide the clearest impressions of the young Oscar Wilde.
Napoleon Sarony. “Portrait of Oscar Wilde.” Cabinet card photograph, 1882. Sarony was Wilde’s one and only photographer during his two American tours, making 28 images in 1882 and three in 1883.

Many other printed images were created in Wilde’s wake, images generated not by Wilde but by businesses eager to piggyback on his growing fame by associating themselves with his views on home decor. The new printing technique of chromolithography created colorful images that were cheap to print; it was used extensively to disseminate all sorts of ads, including those associated with Wilde. Manufacturers of household items such as wallpaper, paint, and thread created thousands of business cards depicting Wilde in a variety of poses and postures, typically with sunflowers and lilies, the flowers that became his hallmark — he became known as “The Sunflower Apostle.” Publishers of sheet music, who provided much of the home entertainment of the time, put Wilde on their covers in a variety of guises in order to sell popular songs; some of the tunes were inspired by Wilde himself.
Anonymous artist. F. H. Snow [music]. “Oscar Wilde Galop.” Sheet music cover, 1882. Wilde inspired numerous waltzes, galops, mazurkas and serenades.

While most of the printed messages are obvious in their attempts at broad humor and satire, many mocked Wilde in ways that today seem unthinkable, especially those that began to emerge portraying him as a black man. One South Carolina photographer made a startling, coded image that warrants our attention, as we shall see. Cryptic in nature, only recently has it been decoded as anti-Wilde. All of these images, whether lithographic or photographic, share similar iconographies that reveal an attitude of derision, a mindset of racism and an obliviousness to prejudice — and they all align with the visual culture of the late 19th century that included casually cruel images of black people. How Oscar Wilde became enmeshed in this imagery reveals a great deal about America’s deep-seated unease with racial, sexual, and cultural differences.
 
Currier & Ives. “The Aesthetic Craze.” Lithograph, 1882. One of many images depicting Wilde as an African American. From “Darktown Comics,” a popular set of 75 separate caricatures of African Americans issued between 1879 and 1896.
“Ise Gwine for to Wushup Dat Lily…” Chromolithograph, 1882. E. B. Duval, printer. From the series National Aesthetics, a series of six caricature trade cards portraying Wilde in various ethnic guises including an African-American fop (as here), but additionally, as an Irish leprechaun, Chinese Mandarin, Jewish merchant, French dandy and German farmer, all using the disparaging clichés of the era.

After the end of Reconstruction in 1877, when the era of Jim Crow began, the plight of African Americans became nearly as perilous as it had been under slavery, as blacks lost the political and social rights they had gained after the Civil War ended in 1865. The former slaves and their descendants were subjected to many iniquities, including being portrayed in print as either monkeys or buffoons, a result of pseudo-scientific interpretations of Darwin. The American tragedy of slavery was never expiated, and the shameful results manifested themselves in new ways to exclude and deride black people. Racist caricatures permeated American society, and with technological advances in color printing, the realms of advertising, entertainment, and the press — the mass media of the day — churned out demeaning images of black people that were meant to keep them in permanent bondage to white society along with exclusion from it. Blacks were depicted as semi-literate and childlike, unable to speak standard English; as being closer to household pets and apes rather than fully realized humans; as inherently unable to perform any but the most menial tasks; and as foolish imitators of a white society they could never join. Into this cultural milieu stepped Wilde, and unbeknownst to him, he would become part of this phenomenon when, after having been portrayed as a monkey, he began to be portrayed as a black man, and in one instance of gender reassignment, as a black woman. African Americans, the ultimate outsiders, were the easiest people to mock and humiliate in late 19th-century America, and Oscar Wilde joined their ranks.

Wilde’s persona was just too much for most Americans to appreciate, let alone understand. An effete man dressed in velvet and silk who espoused what were typically thought of as women’s subjects (interior decoration, household matters, art, opera, and literature); a man who spoke in epigrams and witticisms; a man whose weapons were words and not firearms was someone to fear, isolate, and ridicule, and that is what happened. A newspaper report from Wilde’s three Texas appearances noted:

Oscar Wilde made a failure of it in Texas. In many places a large percentage of the audience left the hall before the lecture was half over. It is about fifty years too soon for aestheticism to take root in Texas. The cowboy element could not be persuaded but he was a woman. They never saw a man like that before. [17]

Never, indeed. Wilde’s dress and manners were considered effeminate and unmanly, making him seem like a woman; he contravened expectations of how a man should appear. Yet paradoxically, in one instance during his tour, Wilde was mistaken for an actual cowboy, when, in Los Angeles, an article appeared with Wildean overtones entitled “Too Tenderly, Utterly Too. How He Made a Mistake — It Wasn’t the Sunflower Apostle,” in which a reporter took note of a recent local incident:

Last Saturday a gentleman well known in commercial circles rushed madly home — about lunch time — and calling excitedly to the partner of his terrestrial joy, said:

“Wife, I’ve seen him.”

“Seen who?” said his unsyntactical superior fraction.

“Why, Oscar Wilde, of course. Met him on Spring Street, all dressed up in long hair, knee-breeches, yellow cravat and everything. Gimme clean collar, quick!”

And straightway arraying himself in a white vest and his best sunflower, he meandered his way toward Baker block, unconscious that the party he mistook for Oscar, the aesthete, was none other than Buffalo Bill, the Comanche scout, who was laying over in Los Angeles a day or two to have a jamboree all to himself. [18]
Postcard of Buffalo Bill in Paris in 1889 during the centennial celebration of the French
 Revolution. Because Buffalo Bill dressed in flamboyant clothing, he was often compared to Wilde.

Napoleon Sarony. “Portrait of Oscar Wilde.” Cabinet card photograph, 1882. Wilde’s dashing capes, velvet coats, cravats and hats added to his notoriety.

Buffalo Bill, whose flamboyant garb was easily accepted by the public, was never caricatured as anything but a white he-man. Wilde, equally florid, was understood to be the opposite and was always portrayed as a limp-wristed sissy or a grotesque black man. The cultural norms of the time allowed only for the approval of traditional masculine attributes, which fit Buffalo Bill, but not Wilde. Wilde’s homosexuality was perceived, but any mention of it was prohibited — the English language itself had very few words then to refer to a homosexual — and visual imagery was the most effective way to convey and ridicule it. [19]

Easier to target than homosexuals were African Americans. Derisive images of black people, often used to sell products, were thought of as humorous, embodying the culturally accepted stereotypes used to normalize racism.
“A Colored Bawl.” Lithograph, c. 1880, for Minard’s Liniment, a camphor-based ointment used to treat aches and pains. Minard’s issued numerous trade cards showing children, including this racist image. The brand still exists today.
“The Aesthetic Darkey.” Color wood engraved trade card, c. 1882. Wilde, again portrayed as an African American, advertises Ashley Phosphate, a fertilizer made in South Carolina.

After being on tour for a few months, both in the South and the North, Wilde was invariably portrayed as an absurd black man, the ultimate insult. The fact that he was Irish compounded the tendency since Irish immigrants were often vilified by being called “Black Irish.” The anti-Irish bigotry that was so prevalent in 19th-century America became an element in the transmogrification of Oscar Wilde into a black person.

One image stands alone in the visual record of Wilde’s American tour — the one that portrays him not as a black man, but as a black woman. It is not a cheap chromolithograph advertising card, but instead, a cabinet card photograph by James A. Palmer, a professional photographer in Aiken, South Carolina, who specialized in stereograph “views of Negro Groups, Cabins, Teams, Cotton Fields and Plants.” [20] Aiken was a very small town with a population of about 2,000 in 1882, and because of its mild winter climate, it had become a popular winter resort for well-heeled Northerners after the Civil War. Palmer’s many images of rural black folk supplied such visitors with what would have been to them, “exotic” souvenirs, akin to buying photos of “native” people in foreign lands. The “Wilde Woman of Aiken” was something else. Created as a scathingly insulting portrait, the image shows a seated young black woman dressed in an Aesthetic Movement–style patterned dress in much the same pose as the Beard cover of Harper’s Weekly. Palmer merely substituted the monkey for a black woman, while keeping the sunflower, horseshoe, desk, and chair. [21] However, he added an element that was meant to further demean both the sitter and Wilde — a face jug. This object would have been familiar to Aiken inhabitants as an example of local pottery made by slaves in Edgefield County. [22] The exact origins of these unusual water jugs is unknown, but they are thought to have first been created by slaves from the Congo who arrived in the region in 1858 and who had transposed some of their cultural iconography from African wood to South Carolina clay.
J[ames]. A. Palmer. “The Wilde Woman of Aiken.” Cabinet card photograph, 1882. Wilde is transformed into a black woman wearing an Aesthetic Movement–style dress seated next to a sunflower, his most recognizable emblem. The face-jug is a distinctly local reference; such vessels were made by slaves (and later, freed men) in the area around Aiken, South Carolina, where the photographer had his studio.



The photograph, which appears to modern viewers as beautiful, was not intended as such, and appears to have been meant for a select audience: the cabinet card format, larger than Palmer’s typical “tourist” stereographs, was much less common in his output, and its seemingly strange, single subject based on Oscar Wilde would have appealed to only a limited number of buyers — he must have published only a few. [23] A copy that appeared in a recent auction bears the photographer’s label on the verso and is titled in ink in a contemporary hand “Wilde Woman of Aiken” and “The Aesthete of Aiken SC 1882.” [24] A viewer in 1882, especially one in Aiken, most likely would have laughed at it, understanding the vicious iconography that portrayed someone as lowly as a black woman as being a part of the Aesthetic Movement. The face jug added a further insult by implying that the young woman could only appreciate something as “ugly” as a distorted face, perhaps recalling (and misunderstanding) some of Wilde’s lecture that had appeared in the extensive newspaper coverage he received. He had stated:

In your [American] art schools I found no attempt to decorate such things as the vessels for water. I know of nothing uglier than the ordinary jug or pitcher. A museum could be filled with the different kinds of water vessels which are used in hot countries. Yet we continue to submit to the depressing jug with the handle all on one side. [25]

Did Palmer read Wilde’s criticism of American water jugs in the press? Perhaps, but more likely is that he actually heard Wilde’s lecture on the decorative arts. On July 6, 1882, Wilde gave one of his five Georgia presentations at the Opera House in Augusta, just across the Savannah River from Aiken. [26] Hearing the lecture may have inspired Palmer to include the face jug as a way to satirize Wilde, an extra insult heaped onto the one portraying him as a black woman. In any case, his inclusion of the face jug, unique in anti-Wilde imagery, tends to bolster this view. [27] Since James L. Gow, Palmer’s label printer, was in Augusta (then a city with a population of around 25,000, 10 times larger than Aiken), he must have gone there often on various business matters. Because Gow was also a stationer, he most likely kept a stock of photos for sale, as did many such businesses at the time, which would have made Palmer’s photos available to a much wider audience than would have been possible in Aiken alone. An object of curiosity and unlike the majority of images in Palmers output, “The Wilde Woman of Aiken” was undoubtedly printed at the time of Wilde’s appearance in Augusta, a snide souvenir of his lecture, and one with a regional reference. Given Wilde’s unfavorable press coverage that aligned with Palmer’s negative iconography, the image would have appealed to at least a few locals, an inside joke to those who understood its references. The day after Wilde’s talk, the Augusta Chronicle and Constitutionalist reported:

At nine o’clock Mr. Wilde came on to the stage, in a peculiar, gliding walk. […] He was clad in black velvet — full dress coat, waistcoat and knee breeches[.] […] He at once struck an attitude[.] […] This attitudinizing was never relaxed for a moment, and it struck the audience as both uncomfortable and ungraceful[.] […] The subject of the lecture was “Decorative Art,” and the matter was both instructive and interesting, but much of its interest was destroyed by the mannerism of the lecturer. [28]

Wilde was aware of the negative press he was receiving, and early in the tour complained about it, to no avail, to his tour manager, Colonel Morse. Unfortunately for Wilde, Morse was interested in publicity, both good and bad, and he generated a lot of each. (The early caricature of Wilde as “Mr. Wild of Borneo” may have come directly, and secretly, from Morse.) [29] After Wilde left Augusta, the criticism continued in the usual vein. In Charleston, his next stop, a reporter described Wilde as “two hundred pounds of avoirdupois of aesthetic human flesh and bones done up in a mouse-colored velveteen shooting jacket and salt and pepper small clothes […] something out of the style of Buffalo Bill or Texas Jack.” [30] A month earlier, in Memphis, he was described as a “long-haired, round-bodied, slimly-underpinned apostle of the BEAUTIFUL […] He is not a thing of Beauty[.] […] Their [the audience’s] curiosity satisfied, they care no more for the Wilde man of England than for his prototype, the wild baboon of the Amazon.” [31] The Goldsboro (North Carolina) Messenger reported: “Oscar Wilde, in an abridged form, appeared upon our streets yesterday. He wore a low collar and long hair, and sighed heavily. A luminous vest surmounted a pair of eccentric breeches, and an aesthetic langour roosted all over him. The general sentiment was — ‘take him out and kill him.’” [32]

It was one thing to portray Wilde as a monkey, but to suggest that he be murdered is stupefying. Goldsboro was then a whistle-stop town between Wilmington, North Carolina, and Richmond, Virginia, but Wilde was not in either place in early June (he was in Ohio and Tennessee), so the press report seems to be both vicious and spurious. There were, however, numerous Wilde imitators traveling around the country during Wilde’s tour, and the reporter hints that it was one of these faux Wildes who so enraged the town by stating that it was Wilde “in an abridged form.” Whoever he was, the Wilde-like character managed to provoke an animosity that still shocks and disturbs — such malice explains a great deal about the anti-Wilde imagery that dogged the poet on his tour.

Not only were there Wilde imitators, there were several minstrel show satires of him, among them, “The Utterly Too Too’s, or Parodies on Oscar Wilde,” and “Patience Wilde or Ten Sisters of Oscar.” Not surprisingly, both were performed in blackface, and the latter featured “The Only Leon,” a cross-dressing, white mega-star of the time. [33] The popularity of minstrelsy cannot be overstated: it was the dominant form of popular entertainment in 19th-century America. Such troupes as Haverly’s Mastodon Minstrels and the Christy Minstrels toured the country for decades. Some troupes did away with blackface and featured African-American performers, including Callender’s Georgia Minstrels, but Haverly’s show remained the largest and most spectacular of the genre. In New York in March 1882, Haverly featured “a burlesque on Patience,” entitled “Patience Wilde; or, Ten Sisters of Oscar,” with Leon as Patience. [34] A cross-dressing man in the title role of the opera associated with Wilde and with all 70 of the performers in blackface clearly demonstrates the emerging link between Wilde, transvestitism, and racism in the popular imagination.

Racist images of black men dressed up as dandies had a long history, appearing soon after the emergence of the word “dandy,” circa 1816. The term was used to describe a man unduly devoted to style and fashion “wearing immense plaited pantaloons, coat cut away, small waistcoat, cravat and chitterlings immense, hat small, hair frizzled and protruding.” [35] One such image appeared on the cover of the popular minstrel song “Zip Coon,” introduced in about 1829 and made famous by the blackface performer George Washington Dixon in 1834; it demeaned free blacks by satirizing their speech and clothing. Such images were copied, reinterpreted, and reimagined throughout all manner of printed media, and for decades they would have been familiar to most Americans. It wasn’t a stretch to incorporate Oscar Wilde, with his dandified dress, unfamiliar mannerisms, and Irish “blackness” into that visual vocabulary.


“Zip Coon.” Lithograph sheet music cover, c. 1834. New York: J. L. Hewitt. Lithography by [George] Endicott. Satirizing African American men as dandies was a common practice in 19th-century America. Such images paved the way for those depicting Wilde as a black dandy.
“Ceticism, My Beloved, Bredren…” Chromolithograph, 1882. New York: Donaldson Brothers [printer]. Wilde, as a black dandy, lectures to a crowd of African Americans; his speech is transcribed in dialect. Clarence Brooks & Co was a manufacturer of varnish for coaches and although the company issued numerous trade cards caricaturing black people, this is the only one that satirizes Wilde. 



A trade card for Clarence Brooks & Co., a New York manufacturer of coach varnishes, features one such image. Here, Wilde has been transformed into an exaggerated black dandy lecturing to a black audience, a satire of his lecture on aestheticism, which is rendered in black dialect.

Although the Wilde craze would subside, the mania to depict blacks as grotesque creatures did not. African Americans would have to wait a century before the overt, vicious racism of the printed image would begin to subside. Wilde had merely to leave America, where he had become a household name, and where, with his earnings of $5,600, he had made a great deal of money. [36]

Had Wilde sensed that America would be the ideal place to launch his career as a public figure? Somehow, he understood that to succeed in America he would have to play a role, that of an aesthetic dandy, a character out of Patience. Had he appeared in the attire of an American businessman or professor, or even that of an English gentleman, he would have been largely overlooked. His hundreds of lectures and interviews, given in character, were full of sensational and witty observations that made him a darling of the press. “Interviewers are a product of American civilization, whose acquaintance I am making with tolerable speed.” [37] Interviews were then a new phenomenon, unknown in Europe. “We have no interviewing in England,” he went on to say. [38] Wilde, who instantly recognized their usefulness, was among the first to capitalize on them. He is said to have received more press coverage than Queen Victoria. He had become famous in America for playing a character, not for any substantial achievement. That was yet to come. He reversed the typical course of fame by winning a fortune first, and whether he was portrayed as a monkey, a black person, an effeminate dandy, or a limp aesthete, he triumphed in the end. As he famously wrote: “There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.” But it may have been his experience in America that caused him to remark: “In old days men had the rack; now they have the Press.”

Wilde returned to Europe in January 1883, and by the spring, he was living in Paris. He threw aside his mask and wig as an apostle of aesthetics, had his hair cut, and donned ordinary garments. Of his connection with the Aesthetic Movement, he said: “That was the Oscar Wilde of the second period. I am now in my third period.” [39]

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This article appeared in the Winter 2019 issue of The Book Collector.

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[1] Wilde returned to New York for his second (and last) American trip during August of 1883 to supervise a production of his play Vera, or The Nihilists; it closed after a week.

[2] The sunflower and the lily were flowers associated with the Aesthetic Movement. Wilde had championed their use in the garden and in decoration, and they became visual metaphors for him.

[3] William Holbrook Beard (1824–1900). The painting (current whereabouts unknown), had an interesting provenance in the 1880s: it belonged to Hugh D. Auchincloss, the prominent merchant and financier whose son Hugh D. Auchincloss Jr. married the mother of Gore Vidal; after that, he married Janet Lee Bouvier, mother of Jacqueline Kennedy.

[4] A few small caricatures had appeared in the press the week before Harper’s cover, including “The British Fungus and the Wild American Sunflowers,” by Thomas Nast that depicted Wilde as a mushroom-like creature (January 21, 1882. Nast satirized Wilde at least two more times in 1882). An unsigned caricature appeared in the Washington Post (January 22, 1882) comparing Wilde to “Mr. Wild of Borneo,” an ape-like creature, but the cover of Harper’s Weekly was the most significant and influential of these early negative portrayals.

[5] Wilde’s first book, Poems, was published in October 1881. He brought copies with him to America. One such is a signed copy, now at Magdalen College Library; it bears Wilde’s inscription “Jany. ’82, Philadelphia” and is also inscribed and dated “1882” by philanthropist and publisher George William Childs, who gave it to his wife Emily. The Childs had entertained Wilde at their Philadelphia home the evening of January 18, 1882. Earlier that day, Wilde had called upon Walt Whitman in Camden, New Jersey, where they famously drank elderberry wine and, according to Whitman, “had a jolly good time” and as Wilde suggestively reported: “I have the kiss of Walt Whitman still on my lips.”

[6] Extremely popular in London, Patience ran for 578 performances, second only to The Mikado’s 672. Wilde had yet to publish any poetry when the opera was written, but over time, the lead character of “Bunthorne” has come to be associated with him.

[7] Patience closed on March 23, 1882; Wilde departed America on December 27, 1882, nearly a year after he arrived.

[8] Patience had been performed in various American cities in 1881, before Wilde’s arrival (including St. Louis and San Francisco), and afterward, was staged in various North American cities from coast to coast. In the smaller cities, the productions were one-night-only events, but most performances occurred in conjunction with Wilde’s lecture tour. Wilde also went to several Canadian cities including Ottawa, Montreal, Toronto, Halifax, and Charlottetown.

[9] Wilde lectured approximately 150 times in the United States and Canada, ultimately delivering four different talks: “The English Renaissance,” “The Decorative Arts,” “The House Beautiful,” and “Irish Poets and Poetry of the Nineteenth Century.”

[10] W. F. Morse in The Writings of Oscar Wilde, London, 1907, p.84. Morse (1841–1922), an imposing Civil War veteran and Indian fighter, had become a business manager for D’Oyly Carte in New York and as such, arranged for all of Wilde’s North American appearances.

[11] One dollar in 1882 would equal $25 today.

[12] “Oscar Wilde’s Lecture,” The New York Times, January 10, 1882, p. 5. That he “blushed like a school-girl” hinted at his perceived effeminacy, which would provide much fodder for the press and disapproval from certain journalists and public figures.

[13] Ibid. A claw-hammer coat is a formal tailcoat.

[14] New York Times, October 24, 1883, p. 8

[15] Sarony made 28 portraits of Wilde in 1882 and three in 1883.

[16] New York Tribune, June 11, 1882, p. 9

[17] Los Angeles Times, July 23, 1882, p. 1.

[18] Los Angeles Times, April 11, 1882, p. 3. The aesthete and the scout had more in common than just their dashing clothing. A rumor circulating in 1888 had it that Gilbert & Sullivan, whose Patience Wilde was promoting, were composing an opera on the “Buffalo Bill Craze” (Los Angeles Herald, 4 March 1888, p. 6). Regrettably, the opera never appeared.

[19] The few 19th-century English slang words synonymous with homosexual include poof, bugger, bardash, and invert, but many of the terms we know today did not enter the language until after 1900.

[20] James A. Palmer (1825–1896), born in Ireland, had emigrated with his family to the United States when he was a boy. He had lived in Rochester, New York; Illinois; and Georgia before settling in Aiken, where he set up his successful studio.

[21] The horseshoe, a common Victorian symbol, meant not only luck but also alluded to superstition, especially protection from evil spirits; black people were thought to be especially superstitious.

[22] The Edgefield area of South Carolina became the center of a thriving stoneware industry based on the local red clay and deposits of kaolin known especially for the distinctive face jugs made by enslaved African-American potters. These Edgefield face jugs are characterized by their exaggerated facial features and technical achievement although their meaning and function are still unknown. The Edgefield District, created in 1785, contained the town of Aiken until 1871, when the region was divided into smaller divisions and Aiken became part of Aiken County. The region had a reputation as a center of racial violence and was home to the Red Shirts, a late 19th-century Ku Klux Klan–like faction; it was also the birthplace of Strom Thurmond, the controversial United States senator who opposed civil rights and supported segregation.

[23] Currently, there are two known examples of the image, an indication of its rarity; one is at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and the other is in a private collection. Both examples bear Palmer’s printed label on the verso identifying the images as being from his “Aiken and Vicinity” series, but because the series was made up of stereographs, rather than print a new label for the cabinet card, Palmer must have used one that was readily at hand.

[24] Sold at auction in 2018 for $12,000 plus $2,400 premium, it is the one in the collection of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

[25] Oscar Wilde, “House Decoration,” in Art and Decoration by Oscar Wilde. London: Methuen, 1920, p. 12. Although the title of the lecture changed during the tour (‘The House Beautiful,” “Art Decoration,” “The Decorative Arts’), the substance remained the same and was the lecture he gave most frequently, including at all six stops he made in Georgia and South Carolina between June 30 and July 7, 1882.

[26] He also spoke in Columbus, Macon, Atlanta, and Savannah, and from Georgia, went to Charleston, South Carolina; Wilmington, North Carolina; and Norfolk and Richmond, Virginia, where his Southern tour ended.

[27] Palmer created one other anti-Wilde image, a stereograph entitled “The Aesthetic Darkey,” an image of a young black boy seated in much the same pose as “The Wilde Woman” and with the same props. Also from his “Aiken and Vicinity” series, this image was more in keeping with Palmer’s other stereographs, especially his images of black children and black families. After Wilde’s departure, it would have appeared to viewers as just another regional picture of a poor black child rather than as a Wilde satire, similar to Palmer’s images of black children eating watermelon. Teal, Harvey S. Partners with the Sun: South Carolina Photographers, 1840–1940, 2001, p. 273. Teal himself was unaware of the Wilde connection, writing that the “Aesthetic Darkey” was a picture of an “African American boy […] looking at a ‘voo doo’ or face jug.”

[28] Chronicle and Constitutionalist, [Augusta, Georgia], July 7, 1882.

[29] See Mendelssohn, Michèle. Making Oscar Wilde, 2018, p. 100.

[30] Charleston News and Courier, July 8, 1882, p. 4. “Texas Jack” Omohundro was a cowboy who, as a performer in Buffalo Bill’s Wild West shows, dressed in a flashy style similar to Buffalo Bill. At the time, these showmen, because they wore elaborate embroidered and fringed buckskin jackets and shirts, were the only men with whom Wilde was compared in terms of looks despite their differences in attitude and temperament.

[31] Public Ledger, [Memphis Tenn.] March 2, 1882.

[32] The Goldsboro Messenger, June 8, 1882, p. 3.

[33] Francis Patrick Glassey (1844–c.1903), who performed in drag as “The Only Leon,” was the highest-paid minstrel performer of his day, earning $100 a week (equivalent to $2,500 in 2020 dollars).

[34] New York Times, March 21, 1882, p. 5.

[35] Jon Bee and John Badcock. Sportsman’s Slang: A New Dictionary of Terms Used in the Affairs of the Turf, The Ring, The Chase… London: For the Author, 1825, p. 63. This work cites the term “dandy” as being “an invention of 1816.” In the 18th and early 19th centuries, jabots, or ruffled neckbands, were also called “chitterlings.”

[36] $5,600 is approximately $141,000 in 2020 dollars.

[37] Boston Globe, January 29, 1882, p. 4.

[38] St. Louis Republican, February 26, 1882, p. 13.

[39] Morse, op. cit., p. 138

Raymond Carver and the Night of the Living Bukowski



Raymond Carver and the Night of the Living Bukowski



   
I FIRST MET Raymond Carver in the spring of 1971, when he was a guest in a poetry class at Cabrillo Junior College, near Santa Cruz, California. Nothing about Carver stood out as remarkable at the time. Indeed, he gave the impression of someone who did not want to be noticed, sitting not at the head of the conference table like other visiting poets but on the side with the students, slouched in his chair, hiding behind dark glasses and a scrim of smoke. When prompted by our teacher, Morton Marcus, to talk about his work and to give advice to the table of young, aspiring poets, Carver mumbled through a couple of poems and said something about keeping after it and not giving up. Then he lit another cigarette. Not an auspicious introduction.
And yet there was something about Carver that connected with many of the students that day. Most came from similar working-class backgrounds, and most, like Carver, were first-generation college students. And many of us — Barbara Bloom, Fruud (the poet formerly known as Michael Smith), Tom Maderos, and the brilliant, Blakeian Greg Hall — had a commitment to writing that astounded Marcus, who had never encountered such a concentration of talent in a community college classroom before. And he was right. Several of us went on to publish books of poetry and, in my case, fiction and history. These were heady times to be a young writer in Santa Cruz, and Carver arrived unannounced in the middle of it all, badly in need of a haircut and a new set of clothes. Much like the rest of us at the time.
After class, some of us gathered at Greg Hall’s apartment. The front room looked (as Tom Maderos described it) like a cross between a literary shrine and a fan-club headquarters, with Hall’s collection of garishly hand-painted models of Frankenstein’s monster, Dracula, and the Wolfman; World War II model airplanes; pictures of Rimbaud, Whitman, and Kerouac; and even a framed postcard from Allen Ginsberg. Dust and cigarette smoke shifted through the late-afternoon light, as Hall, eyes wild, his hair forming a beatific halo, and his beautiful wife, Peggy, in her long flowing skirts, brought out a jug of wine. Fruud, unable to sit in any one place for long, darted around the room, the toes of his shoes cut out to form make-shift sandals, while Maderos sat back and took it all in, not missing a single detail. Carver hunched down on the couch as if folded into himself, smoking and laughing — chuckling really, hand over his mouth — drinking wine from a Dixie cup, clearly enjoying the company of young, high-energy writers, some of whom must have reminded him of himself when he was 10 years younger and life was still full of possibility.
When Carver learned that I planned to transfer to the University of California at Santa Cruz where he would be teaching that fall, he leaned across the small table cluttered with empty bottles of Olde English Malt Liquor and Cribari wine, overflowing ashtrays, maybe a platter or two of crackers or nuts, and pleaded with me to take his short story class. I promised to enroll in his poetry course the following spring, but that did not satisfy him. He was desperate, he implied. If I did not sign up for his first course, he feared no one would. The university would be forced to cancel the class and then eliminate his position for lack of interest. He would be back on the street again, of that he was certain. And for some reason I believed him.
Thus, I became one of Ray Carver’s first students, no doubt known to him as a soft touch as well. Or an easy mark. While I did not excel at short story writing, I soon learned to adore Ray and his wife Maryann, who became unlikely friends and role models for me, more like ne’er-do-well parents than peers. They invited me to their house for dinner and parties, and after class one day, Ray took me to my first bar, a dark, seedy-looking place with free hors d’oeuvres, where he felt at home.
When Curt Johnson requested a picture for his Best Little Magazine Fiction anthology, Ray asked me to take a photograph of him in the trees behind Fruud’s house, where we all had gathered one afternoon. As could only happen in a Raymond Carver story, I shot an entire roll of film — Ray leaning against a tree trunk, Ray looking off into the distance, Ray lighting a cigarette, Ray peering through a cloud of smoke — only to discover that the film had not advanced through the camera. We would have to do it all over again, something Ray said he could not possibly manage. I think he felt over-exposed enough already. Instead, he sent the editor a photo of himself as a chubby, preadolescent boy with a fishing pole, requiring Johnson to include a note that the young boy pictured was now a writer in his 30s.
That fall, I transferred to UCSC’s College V, where Ray taught a course on short story writing, followed by one on poetry in the spring. I signed up for both classes — an easy mark, as I said. Ray also had partial responsibility for organizing a series of campus readings. In addition to inviting some of his favorite writers, he worked on bringing friends to town, most notably Dennis Schmitz from Sacramento, and others he hoped would become his friends, such as the poets Richard Hugo and James Welch from Missoula, Montana, where Carver hoped one day to live.
Other writers visited campus that academic year as well. In the spring of 1972, Gary Snyder gave a reading and told stories about stopping to bury dead animals he spotted on the side of the road. It was a simple act of respect and kindness by a man in tune with the natural world, one that countered the oppressive news of wars and the military draft, an outlook on life that endeared him to the students, professors, and poets from town. Not long after Snyder’s reading, a warning appeared in the student newspaper: Watch out, Santa Cruz. Charles Bukowski is coming to town and he is going to piss all over you.
Since Ray had invited Bukowski, another favorite writer of his although they had never met, he was responsible for escorting the poet from place to place and arranging for an after-reading party. Pissing on all of the party guests was not something any self-respecting university faculty member was willing to sign up for, it soon became clear. As the day of Bukowski’s arrival neared, Carver became increasingly frantic, fearing he had invited the wrong writer to this idyllic school nestled in a redwood forest outside of town. No one would help him, he said, stopping me on campus one afternoon. He had nowhere else to turn. He could not possibly have a party at his house, he explained. Not with his wife and kids and all. And besides, he lived out of town (although he had hosted other after-reading parties there before). Surely, I could do him this one small favor, just this once. Penniless, I did not have the means to host anything, much less a faculty party for Charles Bukowski, so I tried to put him off, much as I had tried to put off signing up for his short story class. But he persisted. I was his last hope, he told me. And I believed him.
Years later, I learned that he had made a similar plea to Tom Maderos, my boyfriend at the time, bringing along a six-pack of beer to help seal the deal. Although he managed to talk us into it, we both were firm on one point: Ray would have to provide all the food and drink. He readily agreed, of course, but promptly forgot all about it, arriving after the reading with nothing more than the guest of honor. “Where’s the booze?” I can still hear Bukowski demanding from the kitchen — or maybe it was Ray himself — sending students and faculty alike scurrying down the stairs and across the street to Lloyd’s Liquors.
Bukowski’s reading on campus that night did not disappoint, with a large crowd showing up as much for the spectacle as for the poems. Wearing what appeared to be a secondhand suit jacket and brandishing a bottle of liquor as if it were a sword (or maybe a shield), Bukowski introduced himself as the ugliest man in the world — something Delores Johnson, one of Ray’s UCSC poetry students at the time, did not think was far from the mark. But as Maderos remembered it, in spite of all Bukowski’s bravado, the mix of students and faculty and town poets in this elite academic environment seemed to have thrown the poet off his game, as he rushed his lines or threw the best ones away. And yet The New Yorker writer William Finnegan, another UCSC undergraduate at the time, recalled loving the event, finding Bukowski more literary than he had expected and, most certainly, larger than life.
Indeed, there was something iconic about Bukowski as he made himself at home later in our small, upstairs apartment. He climbed onto the bed, the only furniture in the room other than a couple of kitchen chairs, and propped himself up, back against the wall, sitting like a malicious Buddha, as Morton Marcus described him years later. Drinking and smoking and stubbing his cigarettes out on the floor, he insisted that Marcus “Give us some ‘Howl,’” noting the poet’s vague resemblance to Allen Ginsberg, all hair and beard. Other guests Bukowski dismissed as a waste of his time, threatening to throw them all out the second-story window as they milled around, drinking beer, wine, or whiskey from paper cups.
One poet from town, Robert Lundquist, with his blond good looks, apparently attracted too much attention from a young woman Bukowski also had his eye on, initiating another round of insults. Lundquist later remembered how Bukowski unzipped his pants and wagged his penis in his direction; Lundquist flipped him off in reply. Both ended up downstairs in the driveway, in a standoff of sorts, the older poet large and menacing, but ultimately yielding to the younger man’s suggestion that they retreat upstairs to share a few more drinks. Students and faculty fled, fearing they might be next to experience the visiting poet’s ire, leaving mostly the poets from town behind. One fearless student, Delores Johnson, sat cross-legged on the floor, clearly unimpressed by Bukowski and the rest of the night’s activities unfurling around her. So, of course, he made a pass at her.
“Bukowski, you’re full of shit,” Johnson said.
“Other than me, you’re the smartest person in this room,” was the writer’s quick reply, probably the best and only authentic exchange at the party that night.
Ironically, most of the young poets who endured Bukowski’s slights and slurs — Fruud, Greg Hall, Delores Johnson, Robert Lundquist, Tom Maderos, even Ray Carver himself — were poets of the street, not products of the university. Other than Ray, who had worked hard over a number of years to earn a BA, few if any even had a college degree. There was not an MFA or graduate student in sight. Marcus later claimed that these young writers watched Bukowski closely to learn how to be a real poet but, more likely, Bukowski watched them, surely sensing and maybe even fearing the collective brilliance they radiated in the crowded room. This was the next generation — his successors. His competition even. None were safe from his scorn. As Maderos later recalled, Bukowski insulted them all and “the place itself, poetry, writing, any form of human connection […] his overarching vibe one of mean suspicion.”
Ray Carver, on the other hand, held back, leaning against the doorframe between the tiny, freshly painted kitchen and the crowded front room, as students, poets, and academics ebbed and flowed through the apartment. Ray stood there, leaning forward slightly, his hair wild, his sideburns creeping down the side of his cheeks like an uncontrollable growth. He was most surely smoking a cigarette — I always remember Ray smoking — and holding a drink in his hand. And silently watching, taking it all in, no doubt expecting the worst. He later recreated the party in his rambling poem “You Don’t Know What Love Is,” parenthetically described as “an evening with Bukowski,” which captures the older writer’s aggressive style and contempt for anyone who taught poetry or anything else for that matter. As Bukowski boasts:
there’s only one poet in this room tonight
only one poet in this town tonight
maybe only one real poet in this country tonight
and that’s me
The poem reads as if Ray had pulled snippets of speech out of the air from that large, unruly gathering, capturing the friction between the poet and the professor, as Bukowski insisted on calling Ray that night — a tension that haunts MFA classrooms to this day. It was a lesson that many of us, as young, aspiring poets, would never forget. A cautionary tale. The Night of the Living Bukowski, as Maderos would later memorialize it.
Ray hit the heart of his target that night, but Bukowski missed his mark. Of those left standing at the end of the party — mostly poets from town — only Delores Johnson would pursue an MFA, and she dropped out after one year, deciding to apply her talents to the visual arts instead. But most of the others continued to publish poetry throughout the 1970s, some even creating small presses of their own. And while many, such as Fruud and Tom Maderos, turned eventually to the visual and performing arts, Greg Hall and Robert Lundquist kept writing into the millennium. Indeed, Lundquist recently published a well-received book of poetry with the New River Press in London.
Ray Carver, of course, survived to tell the tale. As someone who considered himself a poet for most of his life, the best of his poetry stands up against the best of his celebrated stories. And certainly, against any of Bukowski’s. But Ray felt out of place in that cloistered environment, teaching creative writing to indifferent students, and he dreamt of moving his family to Montana, where he could change his life. And write a novel.
Not long after the party, unhappy at UCSC and with no financial aid lined up for the year ahead, I told Ray I was moving to Great Falls, Montana, where I had lived as a kid. He expressed no concern about my dropping out of school, something he was familiar with in his own life, but he questioned my chosen destination.
“We’re all moving to Missoula,” Ray told me. “You will love it there. And you will fit right in.” As usual, I believed him.
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