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May Sarton - Wikipedia

May Sarton - Wikipedia

May Sarton

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May Sarton
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BornEleanore Marie Sarton
May 3, 1912
WondelgemBelgium
DiedJuly 16, 1995 (aged 83)
York, Maine
Resting placeNelson, New Hampshire
OccupationNovelist, poet, memoirist
NationalityBelgian, American
GenreFiction, non-fiction, poetry, children's literature
Notable awardsSarton Memoir Award
PartnerJudith "Judy" Matlack

May Sarton was the pen name of Eleanore Marie Sarton (May 3, 1912 – July 16, 1995), a Belgian-American poet, novelist and memoirist. Although her best work is strongly personalised with erotic female imagery, she resisted the label of ‘lesbian writer’, preferring to convey the universality of human love.

Biography[edit]

Sarton was born in WondelgemBelgium (today a part of the city of Ghent), the only child of historian of science George Sarton and his wife, English artist Mabel Eleanor Elwes. When German troops invaded Belgium after the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand in 1914, her family fled to Ipswich, England, where Sarton's maternal grandmother lived.[citation needed]

One year later, they moved to Boston, Massachusetts, where her father started working at Harvard University. Sarton started theatre lessons in her late teens but continued writing poetry throughout her adolescence. She went to school in Cambridge, Massachusetts, graduating from Cambridge High and Latin School in 1929.[citation needed]

Sarton won a scholarship to Vassar but felt drawn to the theater after seeing Eva Le Gallienne perform in The Cradle Song. She joined Le Gallienne's Civic Repertory Theatre in New York and spent a year working as an apprentice. However, Sarton continued to write poetry. When she was seventeen, she published a series of sonnets in December 1930, some of which were featured in her first published volume, Encounter in April (1937).[1][2]

When she was nineteen, Sarton traveled to Europe, living in Paris for a year. In this time, she met such literary and cultural figures as Virginia WoolfElizabeth BowenJulian Huxley and Juliette HuxleyLugné-PöeBasil de Sélincourt, and S. S. Koteliansky. Sarton had affairs with both of the Huxleys.[3] It was within this environment and community that she published her first novel, The Single Hound (1938).[4]

In 1945 in Santa Fe, New Mexico, she met Judith "Judy" Matlack (September 9, 1898–December 22, 1982), who became her partner for the next thirteen years. They separated in 1956, when Sarton's father died and Sarton moved to Nelson, New HampshireHoney in the Hive (1988) is about their relationship.[5] In her memoir At Seventy, Sarton reflected on Judy's importance in her life and her Unitarian Universalist upbringing.[6] She was elected a fellow of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences in 1958.[7]

Sarton later moved to York, Maine. In 1990, she was temporarily debilitated by a stroke. Since writing was difficult, she used a tape recorder to record and transcribe her journal Endgame: A Journal of the Seventy-Ninth Year (1992). Despite her physical difficulties, she maintained her sense of independence. Endgame was followed by the journal Encore: A Journal of the Eightieth Year (1993), a celebration of Sarton's life. She won the Levinson Prize for Poetry in 1993. Her final book, Coming Into Eighty (1995), published after her death, covers the year from July 1993 to August 1994, describing her attitude of gratitude for life as she wrestled with the experience of aging.[8]

She died of breast cancer on July 16, 1995, and is buried in Nelson Cemetery, Nelson, New Hampshire.[9]

Works and themes[edit]

May Sarton wrote 53 books, including 19 novels, 17 books of poetry, 15 nonfiction works, 2 children's books, a play, and additional screenplays.[10][11] According to The Poetry Foundation, Sarton's style as defined by critics is "calm, cultured, and urbane."[12] In much of her writing, Sarton maintains a politically conscious lens, but what is considered May Sarton's best and most enduring work lies in her journals and memoirs, particularly Plant Dreaming Deep (about her early years at Nelson, ca. 1958-68), Journal of a Solitude (1972-1973, often considered her best), The House by the Sea (1974-1976), Recovering (1978-1979) and At Seventy (1982-1983). In these fragile, rambling and honest accounts of her solitary life, she deals with such issues as aging, isolation, solitude, friendship, love and relationships, lesbianism, self-doubt, success and failure, envy, gratitude for life's simple pleasures, love of nature (particularly of flowers), the changing seasons, spirituality and, importantly, the constant struggles of a creative life. Sarton's later journals are not of the same quality, as she endeavored to keep writing through ill health and by dictation.

Although many of her earlier works, such as Encounter in April, contain vivid erotic female imagery, May Sarton often emphasized in her journals that she didn't see herself as a "lesbian" writer: "The vision of life in my work is not limited to one segment of humanity...and has little to do with sexual proclivity".[13] Rather she wanted to touch on what is universally human about love in all its manifestations. When publishing her novel Mrs. Stevens Hears the Mermaids Singing in 1965, she feared that writing openly about lesbianism would lead to a diminution of the previously established value of her work. "The fear of homosexuality is so great that it took courage to write Mrs. Stevens Hears the Mermaids Singing," she wrote in Journal of a Solitude, "to write a novel about a woman homosexual who is not a sex maniac, a drunkard, a drug-taker, or in any way repulsive, to portray a homosexual who is neither pitiable nor disgusting, without sentimentality ..." [14] After the book's release, many of Sarton's works began to be studied in university level women's studies classes, being embraced by feminists and lesbians alike.[1] However, Sarton's work should not be classified as 'lesbian literature' alone, as her works develop many deeply human issues of love, loneliness, aging, nature, self-doubt etc., common to both men and women.

Margot Peters' controversial biography (1998) revealed May Sarton as a complex individual who often struggled in her relationships.[15] A selected edition of Sarton's letters was edited by Susan Sharman in 1997[3] and many of Sarton's papers are held in the New York Public Library.[16]

Bibliography[edit]

References[edit]

  1. Jump up to:a b May Sarton: A Poet Archived February 3, 2012, at the Wayback Machine. Harvard Square Library.
  2. ^ "May Sarton: A Poet's Life"digital.library.upenn.edu. Retrieved November 30,2018.
  3. Jump up to:a b Sarton, May, 1912-1995. (1997). May Sarton : selected letters, 1916-1954. Sherman, Susan (Susan Jean), 1939-. London: Women's Press. ISBN 0-7043-4535-8OCLC 43125718.
  4. ^ "May Sarton: A Poet's Life"digital.library.upenn.edu. Retrieved November 30,2018.
  5. ^ Pobo, Kenneth (2002). "Sarton, May"Chicago. Chicago: glbtq, Inc. Archived from the original on August 15, 2007. Retrieved August 29, 2007.
  6. ^ "May Sarton". Unitarian Universalist Historical Society.
  7. ^ "Book of Members, 1780–2010: Chapter S" (PDF). American Academy of Arts and Sciences. Retrieved July 25, 2014.
  8. ^ "May Sarton: A Poet's Life"digital.library.upenn.edu. Retrieved November 30,2018.
  9. ^ "May Sarton"Poets.org. Academy of American Poets. Retrieved May 10,2009.
  10. ^ "May Sarton"Poetry Foundation. Poetry Foundation. November 30, 2018. Retrieved November 30, 2018.
  11. ^ "May Sarton Selected Bibliography"digital.library.upenn.edu. Retrieved November 30, 2018.
  12. ^ "May Sarton"Poetry Foundation. Poetry Foundation. November 30, 2018. Retrieved November 30, 2018.
  13. ^ Sarton, May (1992). Journal of a Solitude. WW Norton & Company.
  14. ^ Journal of a Solitude, 1973, pp. 90-91.
  15. ^ Peters, Margot. (1998). May Sarton : a biography (1st ed.). New York: Fawcett Columbine. ISBN 0-449-90798-8OCLC 39440918.
  16. ^ "archives.nypl.org -- May Sarton Papers"archives.nypl.org. Retrieved January 13, 2020.

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jclark@gathorne.u-net.com
3.0 out of 5 stars DisappointingReviewed in the United Kingdom on April 6, 2019
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May Sarton calls this ' a journal of solitude' but she was actually just living alone in a fairly ordinary situation and much of the time she is talking about lunches she has with friends, trips that she makes to New York, etc. So it was a very peopled kind of solitude, very unlike that undertaken by, say, Thoreau at Walden Pond, which had a real purpose and focus. There are some nice observations and quotes here and there, but overall I did not feel that she any great wisdom to convey, and in fact, in several places but especially in the last sections, she reveals herself as rather a selfish and undeveloped person. Cat lovers beware of this book!

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1.0 out of 5 stars Don’t buy it.Reviewed in the United Kingdom on February 27, 2020
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Another boring book. What a boring woman she was! Spend your time reading something interesting, don’t waste your time on this book.

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5.0 out of 5 stars Amazing delivery and bookReviewed in the United Kingdom on April 27, 2020
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Fantastic service and an amazing book
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5.0 out of 5 stars Five StarsReviewed in the United Kingdom on June 11, 2016
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Great read .

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Charlene D. Jones
3.0 out of 5 stars Oh wellReviewed in Canada on October 25, 2019
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I didn't really understand this book.
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Reviewed in the United States on June 8, 2019
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After enjoying the musings of her daily life, almost at the end of the book she writes about trapping a feral cat that had trusted her over many months. The cat was taken by the Humane Society to be put down while she discusses keeping the kittens. I was enraged even though she claimed sadness. You had an animal trust you and you caused her death. I will not read anymore of her books, ever.
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Reviewed in the United States on August 5, 2017
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Twenty years ago, this book taught me to enjoy what was in front of my face, in my gardens, and in my home, and more importantly, that my need for quiet and solitude was as necessary as oxygen. You don't have to be a poet to need respite from intrusive interruptions from the universe. This book and that lesson never get old.
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Reviewed in the United States on January 19, 2017
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This was a fascinating read--a journal by a woman who was battling loneliness and depression later in life. You can feel the struggles in her words, as you feel her trying to lead a "normal" life and deal with setbacks and trials and doubts, while still dealing with the depression. It's not a book for everyone, of course--nothing happens here, and there is no resolution to any of the problems. This is one to read when you want to ponder life and living and meaning and love and who you are as a person, for May opens some doors for you that you might not have thought to open.
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Reviewed in the United States on February 5, 2019
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Ms. Sarton's books, especially this one, were recommended on another book blog that I read, and this appeared to be one of her most noted ones, so I picked it up when I saw it. I can't say I was disappointed, but it was different from what I was expecting. Sarton, a poet and essayist, chronicled her thoughts about living alone—she found she could not concentrate on her poetry when surrounded by family, friends and day-to-day tumult, so she would stay solitary between book tours in order to concentrate on her art. She talks frankly about her bouts of depression and the positives and negatives of a solitary life. However, I think I was expecting something more like the Stillmeadow books. (It seems I spend a lot of time searching for someone else who "sounds like Gladys Taber.")

Still, this is a nice quiet introspective book, perfect for a relaxing day's read with a favorite beverage and a cat in the lap, perhaps cuddled in a favorite afghan.
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Reviewed in the United States on September 12, 2015
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This book contains all the pleasant reading we have come to expect in May Sarton's journals. She writes beautifully about her home and garden, her writing, and her friends. But this one has an extra special quality--she really bares her soul. She confesses to us that she has a wicked temper, mood swings, and grapples with the yearning for a complete love relationship while knowing that she is probably more suited to a life of solitude. I found many of her observations resonating with me. I almost wished that we could speak. She seemed like such a beautiful person. I am not what one would call a true nature lover, so I'm more fascinated by the workings of Sarton's mind and emotions than I am interested in the layout of her garden and yet the flowers do offer a pleasant respite to the confessional part of the journal. I'd give it 4.5 stars if I could.
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Reviewed in the United States on April 9, 2017
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May Sarton constantly dealt with the contrary desire to be alone, to write, with the need to sign books, to make appearance, to entertain friends, and to be available. Happiest at home, with her pets and her garden, she found herself juggling the demands of her public.

This journal of a year shows the cost of meeting contradictory demands on her time. To have a poem gestating in her mind, and yet to be called away to speak at a university or at a book signing she had agreed to month prior, set up a necessary tension in her life.

Much as she complains about it, I think part of her liked the attention.
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Reviewed in the United States on September 1, 2020
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I expected more. Sarton is an excellent writer but i just found this too depressing and self-absorbed. If you are looking for a deep dive into that kind of thing, this may be the ticket. Or maybe it gets better. I could only slog through about 1/3 of it. Maybe her poetry is more inspiring...
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Reviewed in the United States on August 8, 2018
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...and that takes a lot for me. Mostly NOT sad tears, but tears of recognition. The writing is sublime - I knew, with every word, just exactly how and what she was feeling...what a very, very interesting, compassionate, intelligent, beautiful woman May must have been. I feel I know her, now, and I have come back and bought each and every other one of her books that are available. When literature moves one in this way, it has accomplished everything it should...
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