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Winner of the 2004 Edgar Award for Best Critical/Biographical Work
"One of the best biographies I've come across in years. It's a work of exquisite scholarship and ... much more." -Boston Globe
"Highsmith ... has been lucky in her first biographer. A thorough, extensively researched, dispassionate account of her complex life."-Washington Post
"A stunningly researched and insightful account ... Sympathetic but unblinking ..."-Entertainment Weekly
1921 and before
In one of Highsmith's early notebooks there is a short vignette about a boy who wonders why he is happy at one moment and sad the next. As the boy grows older, he becomes increasingly fascinated by the nature of consciousness and people come from afar to ask him the question: 'What and why am I?' Like the boy in her story, Highsmith was a writer in search of identity. On every page of her cahiers and diaries the same self-searching questions are asked over and over again. Was she the sum of her consciousness? Or was her self merely made up of the perceptions of other people? 'There is an ever more acute difference ... between my inner self which I know is the real me, and various faces of the outside world,' she wrote in 1947. And could a writer, forever assuming the personalities of his or her characters, even have such a thing as a stable identity?
Towards the end of her life, Highsmith became fascinated by genealogy, building up a mass of papers which purport to trace her lineage, through the Stewarts, her maternal grandmother's line, back to James I. She wrote to distant relatives, genealogists, the College of Arms in London and local historians so as to piece together the fragments of her familyhistory. Running parallel to this desperate urge to find roots in the past, was the instinct to escape the present and a desire to chase the unobtainable. This manifested itself by her nomadic journeying around the world, from her birth place in Fort Worth, Texas, to New York, Mexico, Germany, Austria, Italy, England, France and Switzerland. In a poem she wrote when she was only twenty she imagined what her state of mind would be like in the future - after travelling around the world, she surmised, she would know hundreds of people in a clutch of different cities and yet she would still be lonely. 'I am the forever-seeking,' she said.
When Highsmith was thirteen years old she bought a pair of Confederate swords for $13. Later in life, each time she moved house, she would make sure these weapons from the American Civil War were displayed in a suitably prominent position. For all her European veneer - she had a working knowledge of French, German, Spanish and Italian - she was undeniably Texan. Her favourite food was the traditional cooking of the South - cornbread, collard greens, spare ribs, black-eyed peas and peanut butter - and towards the end of her life she felt most comfortable dressed in the basic uniform of the off-duty cowboy: 34-inch-waist Levis, sneakers and neckerchiefs.
'The fact that Pat was from Texas is incredibly important for an accurate appreciation of her character,' says her friend, the American playwright Phyllis Nagy, who knew Highsmith when she was in her sixties. 'When you say things like this to people who aren't American they think it's terribly facile but Southern conservatism was deeply ingrained in her. People forget that she was a very conservative
person - she wasn't bohemian like Jane Bowles and she did hold some very weird and contradictory views.'
Highsmith was born on 19 January 1921 in Fort Worth, thirty miles west of Dallas. In addition to Poe, she shared her birthday with Robert E. Lee, the US Confederate commander in the Civil War, whom she later named as her favourite historical figure. She would leave Texas for New York at the age of six, returning intermittently for short periods throughout her childhood, including an unhappy year when she was twelve, but the spirit of the Lone Star state, with its moltenhot, colourless sun, 'like something grown white with its own heat', ran deep in her veins. Later in life, when asked by a journalist whether she was aware of any typically Texan characteristics in her personality, the writer replied, 'Maybe a kind of independence.' As a young woman she also enjoyed horseriding - the one sport she indulged in - which
she said was 'perhaps the only respect in which I resemble a Texan'.
At school, Highsmith would have learned about the history of her home state before that of America: 'We chose this land; we took it; we made it bear fruit,' was a common mantra heard in many a Texan classroom. The phrase accurately articulated the 'territoriality of Texans - the feeling for place and tribe' and the passion its people felt for the land no matter whose flag - Spanish, French, Mexican, Texan, Confederate, American - could be seen blowing in the wind. 'The Texans in the 19th century did not create a "usable past", or one that buttressed 20th-century American mainstream thought,' writes historian T.R. Fehrenbach. 'The Texans emerged with a "blood memory," in the Texan writer Katherine Anne Porter's memorable phrase.'
The Lone Star flag flew over Texas, proclaiming its independence, for ten years, before it was annexed by the United States. Yet the struggle for the frontier continued, a savage confrontation between the so-called 'civilising' elements of America and the untamed world of the Indian; a war of identity which, when retold through the generations, transformed itself into a near-mythical story of epic proportions, a tale the young Highsmith found fascinating. The constant battle for land on what was called the 'raw scar of the frontier' - as late as 1870, the Kiowas, Comanches, Cheyennes, Kiowa-Apaches and Arapahoes prevented white men from stepping foot in nearly half of Texas - contributed to the Texan's belief in the rightness of his own law-making. In a land where opposing groups were battling for dominance, each man had to make his own rules, a structure of self-regulating morality which must have also interested the writer in later life. Texans were typically atomistic, empiricist of mind and independent, and, like Highsmith and many of her characters, they tended to shy away from groups in order to pursue their own physical and psychological journeys.
Running parallel to this rather creative approach to morality was the rich tradition of fire and brimstone inherited by detailed reading of the Bible. The Old Testament, with its graphic descriptions of good and evil, appealed to the Texan frame of mind. 'The young Texan read of evil that was ancient and ever-present, requiring eternal discipline of man ...' writes Fehrenbach. 'And although few could articulate or explain it, Texans gained a timeless portrait of man's world, of the rise and fall of peoples, of bondage and deliverance, of God's patience and wrath, and man's enduring inhumanity to man.'
Fort Worth - Highsmith's birthplace - was the site of many a brutal confrontation. Founded in 1849 by Major Ripley Arnold, the frontier town served as a military outpost to guard against Comanche Indian raids, protecting the white population to the east. The army left the town in 1853 but three years later, Fort Worth superseded neighbouroing Birdville as the Tarrant county seat. From the 1870s onwards, Fort Worth became a place associated with movement, transition and the free flow of people, products and livestock, acting as a stopover point for the longhorn cattle drives on the Chisholm Trail, the route which ran from south of San Antonio, Texas, across Oklahoma, towards Abilene, Kansas. Its position as a cattle-shipping boomtown was secured with the arrival of the Texas and Pacific Railway in 1876, by which time Fort Worth could boast thirteen saloons, with such names as 'Red Light', 'The Waco Tap', 'Cattle Exchange' and 'Our Comrades'. 'Fort Worth was less conscious of her morals than some of her neighbors,' one old timer is recorded as saying.
With the opening of the Fort Worth Stock Yards Company in 1893 and the development of the railway, Fort Worth transformed itself from a dusty cow town into a major trading centre. The railroads had revolutionised both its geography and its status and the city now proudly declared itself to be the 'Queen of the Prairies', attracting an influx of immigrants that only served to increase its prosperity. The population grew from 3,000 in 1876, to 23,076 in 1890, and 27,000 by the turn of the century. By 1910, 75,000 people lived within the city's limits and the discovery of oil in northwest Texas in 1917 fuelled the economic boom even further. By 1924 - three years after Highsmith's birth - the nine refineries in the area produced petroleum products valued at $52 million a year, making Fort Worth the 'oil capital of North Texas'.
From where Highsmith was born, two streets south of the Texas and Pacific tracks that slice the city in two along an east-west axis, she would have heard, as she describes in her first published novel, Strangers on a Train, the roar and 'angry, irregular rhythm' of the trains that tore through the 'vast, pink-tan blankets' of the prairies. In that novel, Guy on a visit back to his home, the fictional Texan town of Metcalf, hears a locomotive wailing in the distance, a sound which reminds him of his childhood, a noise which is 'beautiful, pure, lonely. Like a wild horse shaking a white mane.' And it was the railroad, with its distinctive tarantula-like network, and the ensuing employment boom, that attracted Highsmith's family to Fort Worth.
In 1904, Highsmith's maternal grandparents Daniel and Willie Mae Coates travelled from Alabama to Texas in a bid to capitalise on Fort Worth's economic buoyancy. Both husband and wife had come from solid, respectable, upwardly mobile backgrounds. Daniel was the son of plantation-owner Gideon Coats (the 'e' was added at some point at the end of the nineteenth century), while Willie Mae was the daughter of Dr Oscar Wilkinson Stewart, a surgeon. Highsmith was particularly proud of these two great-grandfathers, men who symbolised the spirit of American adventure and pioneering. She could not understand how her family could have fallen, as she saw it, so far down the social scale and she constantly turned to the past as a way of reassuring herself of her origins.
Gideon Coats, born in 1812, came from South Carolina and travelled to Alabama to resettle. After exploring the state, looking for a suitable place to build a plantation, the bearded, dark-eyed man found Coats Bend, then nothing more than a mass of dense forests and windswept sagebrush fields. In true pioneer style, he bought 5,000 acres from the Cherokee Indians for an undisclosed sum and in 1842 constructed what became known as the Coats mansion, a ten-room house with twenty-foot rooms and fourteen-foot-high ceilings. The whole house was built without the use of nails; instead it was fixed together using nothing but wooden pegs, an architectural detail that delighted Highsmith. In fact, she was so taken with the plantation house she kept a photograph of it in one of her albums. Later in life she would confess that one of her favourite books was Margaret Mitchell's Civil War classic, Gone with the Wind, 'because it is a true novel about the South', before adding, perhaps somewhat naively, that, 'My great-grandfather in Alabama had something like 110 slaves and they were not unhappy.'
Gideon Coats married Sarah Deckered in 1842 and together they had eight children, including Highsmith's grandfather, Daniel, born on, 13 October 1859. The Coats were famous for having large feet and hands, physical characteristics inherited by Highsmith. 'I think most of us were "bent too soon" in that we have large feet, also large hands,' wrote one relative to the author, unable to resist making a pun on the name of the family's birthplace.
Willie Mae's father, Dr Oscar Wilkinson Stewart, was born in 1829, one of the sixteen children of Elizabeth Dechard and William Stewart, a Scot so pious he wore holes in the carpet of his bedroom by his 'frequent and protracted kneeling in the act of prayer'. Oscar grew up to be a physician who served as a Confederate States surgeon in the Civil War, and with his wife, Mary Ann Pope, he raised eight children, including Willie Mae, who was born on 7 September 1866 in Auburn, Alabama. The girl was only seven when her 44-year-old father died of yellow fever, in Memphis, Tennessee, in September 1873.
The two families were united when, on 25 December 1883, Daniel Coates and Willie Mae Stewart married in Coats Bend, Alabama. Although Daniel was given a grist mill, store and sawmill by his father, during the early years of the new century the couple, with their five children - Edward, Dan, John, Claude, and Mary, all of whom were born between 1884 and 1895 - decided to travel 600 miles west in search of a better life. 'They packed up everything they had, their china, crystal and silver, and drove west,' says Don Coates, Willie Mae's greatgrandson. 'One of the reasons they decided to move was, I suppose, quite a selfish motive: they only wanted to look after their own family, not the extended family back in Alabama.
'My great-grandmother did not go to college but she was self-educated and was a voracious reader. Willie Mae was also amazingly strong-willed, like Pat. I recall once going over there for Sunday dinner and I was slightly taken aback because she was sitting very upright in her rocking chair, not at all in her usual relaxed state. When Daddy asked what was wrong, she finally admitted that she had fallen off the ladder while painting the ceilings. Even though she was that old she was painting the twelve-foot-high ceilings, but that was Grandma, she was going to do what she wanted to do and you weren't going to tell her otherwise. She was her own woman.'
Don's brother, Dan, also remembers the matriarchal Willie Mae, who died in 1955 at the age of eighty-eight. 'She was a very small woman - I guess she was five foot one - and kind of wiry, with little metal-flamed glasses,' he says. 'She used to work hard, had a head of stone and was rather outspoken and opinionated. She was extremely independent and was not afraid of the Devil himself. And she made the best milkshake in America. Pat really identified with her and respected her for her work ethic.' Highsmith remembered Willie Mae as an extremely moral woman who taught her the difference between right and wrong: 'She was a Scot, very practical, though with a great sense of humor, and very lenient with me.'
The Southside of Fort Worth, the part of the city in which Highsmith's family made their home, was already a residential area by the end of the nineteenth century, but during the first decade of the twentieth century the neighbourhood witnessed a massive influx of new residents. Transport links were improved and the area boasted a street railway system, running in a square south down Main Street to Magnolia Avenue, west to Henderson Street, north to Daggett Avenue and east to Jennings.
Willie Mae and Daniel first settled in Fort Worth at 523 West Daggett Avenue but by 1910 they had moved further along the street, to 603, into a traditional wooden-frame structure that looked like a miniature version of the Coats mansion, where they opened a boarding house.
Excerpted from BEAUTIFUL SHADOW by ANDREW WILSON
Copyright © 2003 by Andrew Wilson
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|1||The forever seeking 1921 and before||11|
|2||Born under a sickly star 1921-1927||23|
|3||A house divided 1927-1933||33|
|5||The taste of freedom 1938-1940||63|
|6||A trail of unmade beds 1940-1942||77|
|7||The dungeon of thy self 1942-1943||90|
|8||A carefully nurtured bohemianism 1943-1945||103|
|9||The strange, subtle pluckings of terror 1945-1948||117|
|10||How I adore my Virginias 1945-1948||126|
|11||Yaddo, shadow--shadow, Yaddo! 1948||139|
|12||Instantly, I love her 1948-1949||151|
|13||Carol, in a thousand cities 1949-1951||160|
|14||Two identities: the victim and the murderer 1951-1953||173|
|15||Pat H, alias Ripley 1953-1955||186|
|16||Each Man is in His Spectres power 1955-1958||200|
|17||This sweet sickness 1958-1959||211|
|18||A lurking liking for those that flout the law 1959-1960||220|
|19||The ultra neurotic 1960-1962||229|
|20||A freedom from responsibility 1962-1964||243|
|21||Love was an outgoing thing 1964-1967||259|
|22||This shimmery void 1967-1968||275|
|23||The false, the fake and the counterfeit 1968-1969||289|
|24||An equal opportunity offender 1969-1970||299|
|25||Name: Ishmael 1970-1971||311|
|26||What are the odds of cat versus person? 1971-1973||327|
|27||The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot 1973-1976||340|
|28||Your kisses fill me with terror 1976-1978||356|
|29||A girl who allows me to dream 1978-1980||370|
|30||People who knock on the door 1980-1982||380|
|31||A strange interior world 1982-1983||390|
|32||Work is more fun than play 1983-1986||402|
|33||No end in sight 1986-1988||414|
|34||A face accustomed to its ghosts 1988||425|
|35||Art is not always healthy and why should it be? 1988-1992||436|
|36||I hesitate to make promises 1992-1995||447|
|List of Illustrations||513|
Posted June 1, 2014
Posted July 2, 2003
This is probably the most insightful, compulsively readable, scholarly biography I¿ve ever read. It delves deep into the heart of the elusive, mysterious Patricia Highsmith and provides answers to all the most important questions. Where did Highsmith get her ideas from? How did she transform her life into art? What made her the woman she was? It¿s obvious that I¿m not the only one who thinks so. Paul Bailey in the Sunday Times (1 June, 2003) called it `exemplary¿ and a `triumph¿. Craig Brown - who met Highsmith on a number of occasions - writes in the Mail on Sunday, 8 June 2003, that this is a `masterly, utterly absorbing biography...One of the many virtues of Wilson's biography is the seriousness with which he takes the novels, showing them to be deeply attuned to the strange rhythms of guilt, jealousy and fantasy that affect all of us in different ways.' He also says: 'Now that she is dead, Wilson has delved with extraordinary diligence, and everything he has unearthed is remarkable.....' The distinguished novelist PD James, in the Sunday Telegraph, 8 June, says this: `Andrew Wilson's fascinating, beautifully balanced and meticulously researched biography examines the dark obsessions which gave rise to Ripley, telling us as much as we are ever likely to know about Highsmith the woman and bringing us as close to understanding the writer as we are ever likely to get.¿ I can¿t imagine any other biographer getting as close to his subject as this. Don¿t wait for anything else. Buy this book - now.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.