Nancy Hale‘s work is out-of-print, but she is a great American writer.
Some of her books are masterpieces. A descendant of Harriet Beecher Stowe, she was a journalist, novelist, and memoirist. Eighty of her stories were published in The New Yorker. I am a fan of her comical novel, Dear Beast, the story of a Southern woman who writes an anonymous novel about her small town, and her stunning memoirs, A New England Girlhood and A Life in the Studio. In 2012, a collection of seven of her short stories, along with critical essays on her work, was published, Nancy Hale: On the Life & Work of a Lost American Master.
I recently read The Pattern of Perfection, a collection of 13 stories. I have 10 sticky notes marking the pages of my copy, not for criticism but because the passages are delightful.
In my favorite story, “The King of Fancy’s Daughter,” the heroine, Isabel Congdon, takes out the trash and catches her husband in the driveway embracing the “bosomy, perfumed Mrs. Clarity, the baby sitter.” She puts the two children in the car and drives hundreds of miles to her parents’ house. On the way, she keeps going over and over her conversation with her husband. When she said, “I suppose you’ve been having affairs with everyone in the neighborhood while I’ve been totally unaware of anything,” he denid it. But he asks coldly if they always have to talk baby talk. She is shattered, because she had felt their little family was united against the world.
Her well-bred parents behave as though there’s nothing unusual about Isabel’s visit. They talk about their collections of antiques and books. Mr. Hooper has begun collecting science fiction.
“Space travel,” Mr. Hooper repeated, laying down his knife with a gratified air. “Those chaps are doing extraordinary things. Bradbury. Asimov. Leinster. I’ve made rather a study of science fiction in recent months. I fancy I own everything in the field worth reading–a very sound investment in firsts,” he added modestly.
Isabel discovers that her parents’ marriage is imperfect, too: they have separate bedrooms. But she cannot get rid of the image of her husband and Mrs. Clarity. Nothing is decided.
In the brilliant story, “In a Penthouse,” Bernadine has a vague undiagnosed illness that prevents her leaving their New York penthouse to follow her husband to Michigan. The dialogue in this story is priceless. “Oh, hon,” she cried. “Don’t I just wish I could? But I just don’t dare go that far. Doctor Lewis says I should continue to play it cautious and conservative.” Doctor Lewis does not believe her husband loves her, but Bernadine is rightfully secure. By the time Doctor Lewis asks her out, Bernadine has figured out she wants to fly away.
In “A Summer’s Long Dream,” Penelope and her mother and aunt spend a month in the late Miss Carrie Lennox’s summer cottage, The Ledges. Penelope spends most of her time cooking and administering medication to the old people. At a garden party, the old people bloom, but poor Penelope becomes involved in an impossibly complicated explanation of how they come to be staying in the house when Miss Carrie Lennox is dead.
These stories are great fun, and the best are great.