Adrienne
Monnier, Sylvia Beach, and James Joyce at Shakespeare and Company.
|
Sylvia Beach made her mark in
wildly exciting post World War I Paris
when Americans and other English speaking expatriates flocked to the city for a taste of la vie bohem. She made
her mark as a bookstore proprietor,
center of social and intellectual life for a generation of writers, and almost
accidentally as the publisher of the most notorious book of the 20th Century.
She
was born in a Presbyterian parsonage in
Baltimore, Maryland on March 14,
1897. Her father, the Rev. Sylvester Beach, was the son of missionaries to China and the most recent in a long line of Calvinist clergy. The second
of three daughters the very bright young girl was raised in every way to be a
re spectable American lady. And she might
well have become one had not her father accepted an appointment as assistant minister at the American Church in Paris and director of the American Student Center in 1901.
The
young girl fell in love with the city and the culture. The family remained in the City of Lights until her father took up
new duties as pastor of the First
Presbyterian Church of Princeton, New Jersey in 1905. But she could not be kept home. She returned to Europe on several visits and even lived for two years in Spain.
When World War I broke out, she volunteered with the International Red Cross and served in Eastern Europe with its Balkan Commission.
In
1917 as the cannon still roared on the Western
Front, Beach returned to Paris to study French literature. Not long after she was naturally drawn to La
Maison des Amis des Livres, the unusual bookstore opened by Adrienne Monnier at 7 rue
de l’Odéon. At a time when most
Paris book venders were either rudimentary stalls peddling haphazardly whatever
came their way or chaotic warehouses of old and used volumes, Monnier had
carefully shelved her collection of the best and most forward contemporary
work. The store doubled as a lending library—the first in France—so that
impoverished writers could read and keep up with the latest trends on
literature. She provided comfortable chairs,
sofas, and writing desks encouraging visitors to sit and peruse the books—and engage
in conversation. She provided coffee and
a kind ear. Since its opening in 1915 it
had quickly become a home away from home for the most cutting edge writers in
Paris.
When
Beach walked through the door, she fell in love. Not only with the shop, but with the proprietor. Monnier was 25 years old at the time—five years
younger than the American—an earthy, sensuous woman in cropped hair, a peasant’s
shirt and long, already old fashion skirts.
They took to each other immediately and spent their first afternoon
together excitedly talking about books and writers for hours. They were soon lovers, life partners, and collaborators—a
close relationship that endured until Monnier in ill health committed suicide
in 1955.
Through
Monnier and the bookstore, Beach was soon introduced into a circle of the most innovative
writers in Paris including André Gide, Paul Valéry, and Jules
Romains all of whom staged readings at the shop.
Beach
was soon inspired to consider opening a branch of La Maison des Amis des Livres in New York City to introduce
Americans to modern French literature in much the same way as the famous Armory Show had introduced impressionists, expressionists, cubists,
and other modern artists. Her mother supplied her with $3,000 to
finance the venture. But rents in New
York proved exorbitant and, if the truth be known, Beach could not bear to part
with Paris or Monnier.
Instead
she took the money and opened her own shop in Paris to complement Monnier’s. Her’s would be an English language bookstore catering the growing expatriate
communities filling Parisian cafés taking advantage of the favorable exchange
rate for the Franc that made the
city one of the most affordable big cities in the world. The bookstore would also introduce French intellectual
to the best contemporary English language writing, especially American
writing.
Beach
opened Shakespeare and Company in
November of 1919 at 8 rue Dupuytren while she continued to live with Monnier in a fourth
floor apartment over the French bookshop.
The new store was a success and soon a busy expatriate center. In 1922 Beach was able to move the shop to
larger quarters at 12 rue de l’Odéon
directly across the street from La Maison.
The
street the two shops shared also housed a theater and two comfortable and
inexpensive cafés making the small neighborhood a hub of Left Bank life. Among those
attracted to the store and its generous, engaging proprietor were Ezra Pound, Ernest Hemingway and his wife Hadley,
James Joyce, Ford Maddox
Ford, and F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald.
Hemmingway
spoke for many writers in A Moveable Feast, his memoirs of his days in Paris when he
wrote, “She was kind, cheerful and interested, and loved to make jokes and
gossip. No one I knew was ever nicer to me.”
Beach was convinced from the beginning that Hemmingway was an important
writer and encouraged him in every way—including letting the impoverished
writer borrow freely from her lending library without paying the customary membership
fees. She also often fed him and loaned
him money.
French
writer Andre Chamson summed up Beach’s
importance in the emerging literary scene:
Sylvia carried
pollen like a bee. She cross-fertilized these writers. She did more to link
England, the United States, Ireland, and France than four great ambassadors
combined. It was not merely for the pleasure of friendship that Joyce, Hemingway,
Bryher, and so many others often took the path to Shakespeare and Company in
the heart of Paris, to meet there all these French writers. But nothing is more
mysterious than such fertilizations through dialogue, reading, or simple
contact.
Hemmingway
may have been a special friend and protégé, but of all of the writers who hung
out at her shop she cared most deeply about Joyce. The Irish writer had
arrived in Paris from Zurich where
he had passed the war years in 1920 at the invitation of Ezra Pound who wasted
no time in introducing him to Beach.
Beach in turn introduced him to Hemmingway and the pair became one of
the most unlikely drinking buddies imaginable.
Joyce
was struggling mightily to get his magnum
opus, Ulysses. No English language publisher would touch the
supposedly obscene work. Beach with backing by Monnier, decided
to publish the book herself under a Shakespeare and Company imprint. It was published in 1922 to both acclaim and
alarm. A second English edition by
Harriet Shaw Weaver’s Egoist Press was published
later that year but was seized by American postal
authorities and 500 copies were burned by English customs agents. Beach kept
new editions of her imprint in stock despite taking a beating first by bootleg
copies in America, then by Joyce who finally got a legitimate publisher in the
U.S. in 1932. The financial losses from
the enterprise, did not, however, disrupt her supportive relationship with
Joyce, who Beach considered with Monnier and Paris to be one of the three great
loves of her life.
In
1925 Monnier took her own flyer as publisher of her literary magazine, le
Navire d’Argent which published not only the most advanced French
writers, but translations by English language writers like Hemingway. Beach collaborated closely in the
effort. Together the produced the first
translation into French of T. S. Eliot’s
notoriously difficult The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. Another issue of the magazine was devoted entirely
of American writers including Walt
Whitman, William Carlos Williams,
and E. E. Cummings. Publication
of the magazine had to be suspended after only a dozen issues because Monnier
could not afford its losses anymore.
The
worldwide Depression, a dramatic
shift in exchange rates which made Paris a much more expensive city, and rising
political tensions caused many of her expatriate customers to flee the city in
the 1930’s. The only American coming to
Paris now were the wealthy on their Grand
Tours or on shopping binges at the city’s fashion houses, people by in large uninterested in literature and
disdainful of the Left Bank in general.
By 1936 Beach was in despair that she might have to close the shop.
André
Gide came to her rescue. He organized a club
of writers and called Friends of
Shakespeare and Company. About 200 members paid 200 francs a year to attend
special readings at Shakespeare and Company by the most famous literary figures
of the day. The celebrated authors
participating drew great attention to the shop—as well as more French
customers. And, as tensions rose in
Europe, a parade of American correspondents and writers trooped through the
store that had famously nurtured Hemmingway.
In
1937 Beach was thrilled to be made a Chevalier légion d’honneur (Knight of the Legion of Honor) by her
beloved adopted homeland. She considered
it the highest honor of her life and proudly wore the ribbon even after German occupation when it was dangerous
to do so.
Most
Americans fled Paris in advance of the Nazis. Not Beach.
It was her home and she refused to abandon it, for which her friends and
neighbors greatly admired her. But she
knew the risks she was taking and that eventually she would run afoul of the
occupiers. Still she kept her shop open
even when she was visited with a stern warning for employing a Jewish shop girl.
She
knew her time was running short when the U.S. entered the war. In the summer of ’42 she refused to sell a
book to a Nazi officer. She realized
that her time was up. Summoning her army
of friends, she stripped her store of its books, dismantled the bookshelves,
and even painted over the sign in a single day.
The books were laboriously hauled to an apartment where they were safe
through the war.
In
September Beach and 400 other American women were rounded up and interred at the monkey house of the Paris
Zoo, of all places. She did not find
the confinement particularly onerous as her many friends could visit and talk
with her simply by paying admission to the zoo.
But after being held there for more than a month she was moved to much
harsher confinement in Vittel. She remained there until the following spring
when influential friends in Paris finally secured her release.
She
returned to Monnier who had somehow kept her shop open. Together they endured the hardships of
occupation as the Germans cut food and fuel supplies to the city. They were often literally starving.
On
August 23, 1944 Beach was aroused by loud shouts from the street. She would recall:
I heard a deep
voice calling: Sylvia!” And everybody in the street took up the cry of Sylvia!”
“It’s Hemingway! It’s Hemingway! Cried
Adrienne. I flew downstairs: we met in a
crash. He picked me up and swung me around and kissed me while people on the streets
and in the windows cheered.
War
correspondent Hemingway had somehow placed himself in command of a unit of the French Resistance and entered the city
just ahead of the Allied armies. Before his famous “liberation” of the Bar of the Ritz Hotel, he had rushed to
the rue de l’Odéon to personally liberate Beach.
Beach
was never able to reopen her store. She
continued to help Monnier at her shop.
But Monnier’s health was failing.
Despondent, she committed suicide by an overdose of sleeping pills on
May 25, 1955. Beach was devastated.
Perhaps
to relive her life with Monnier, Beach wrote and published her memoirs of the
heady days between the wars, Shakespeare and Company in 1956 with
profiles of all of the many famous figures she had known.
Beach
remained in Paris until her death on October 5 1962. Her remains, however, were shipped home to be
buried with her family at Princeton
Cemetery in New Jersey. Princeton University became the
repository of her papers.
Always a pleasure to be reminded of one of my favorite movies:
ReplyDeletehttp://www.imdb.com/title/tt0114093/
Thanks for the tip. I didn't know about that one. Will have to try to find it.
Delete