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In the early 20th century, MacLane’s name was synonymous with sexuality; she is widely hailed as being one of the earliest American feminist authors, and critics at the time praised ...
In the early 20th century, MacLane’s name was synonymous with sexuality; she is widely hailed as being one of the earliest American feminist authors, and critics at the time praised her work for its daringly open and confessional style. In its first month of publication, the book sold 100,000 copies — a remarkable number for a debut author, and one that illustrates MacLane’s broad appeal.
Now, with a new foreward written by critic Jessa Crispin, I Await The Devil’s Coming stands poised to renew its reputation as one of America’s earliest and most powerful accounts of feminist thought and creativity.
"One of the most fascinatingly self-involved personalities of the 20th century." —The Age (2011)
"Mary MacLane comes off the page quivering with life. Moving." —The London Times
"The first of the self-expressionists, and also the first of the Flappers." —The Chicagoan
"Her first book was the first of the confessional diaries ever written in this country, and it was a sensation." —The New York Times
“I know of no other writer who can play upon words so magically. Mary MacLane is one of the few who actually knows how to write English. She senses the infinite resilience, the drunken exuber- ance, the magnificent power & delicacy of the language.” —H.L. Mencken
“A girl wonder.” —Harper’s Magazine
“A pioneering newswoman and later a silent-screen star, consid- ered the veritable spirit of the iconoclastic Twenties.” —Boston Globe
“She was an extraordinarily gifted girl. . . She had a natural gift for crisp and concise expression, a keen, undisciplined intelligence and the emotional sensibility of a true artist.” —New York Tribune
“A pioneering feminist. . . A sensation.” —Feminist Bookstore News
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Posted September 20, 2013
Wow. This book... I've been sitting on this review all week, trying to gather my thoughts and figure out where to begin.
Mary MacLane comes across as a wee bit narcissistic, even sociopathic at times. She goes on and on and on about what a genius she is. She's not lacking in self-confidence. She says her family means nothing to her (and makes you believe it). Even when she does a good deed, she admits she only does so because it makes her feel good; no other reason whatsoever. Stuck in a small mining town, wanting more for herself, MacLane feels completely misunderstood and out of place.
But this is a journal, after all. Many of her sentiments could be chalked up to teen melodrama. She is brutally honest about herself, spouting her innermost thoughts in an angry whirlwind of words.
I think the challenge in reading I Await the Devil's Coming (aside from MacLane's freaky infatuation with the devil) is trying to put aside my own contemporary perspective. When I consider the role of women around 1900, MacLane seems far less crazy and more just... horribly displaced in time. Women didn't yet have the right to vote. Considered obscene, birth control information and devices were illegal. Traditional gender roles were expected; for women, that meant a life of domesticity. Period. I thought back to Garnet facing similar feelings and struggles in Molly Beth Griffin's Silhouette of a Sparrow, which is set 24 years later, and I think, 24 years later!? Mary MacLane was so far ahead of her time; it's no wonder she often felt overwhelmed by these frustrations.
"What else is there for me, if not this book? And, oh, that some one may understand it!"
It is vital for readers to remove their modern lenses while reading the thoughts MacLane shares in I Await the Devil's Coming. This is a fascinating look into a fiercely brilliant mind.
I received a copy of this book from the publisher via Edelweiss in exchange for an honest review. I did not receive any other compensation for this review.
Posted April 2, 2013
An important book in every sense. MacLane's voice is incredible, haunting, powerful, and all of those cliches we throw around too easily.
MacLane should loom large at the beginning of twentieth century literature. She should cast a shadow over everything that came after her. I cannot, cannot, stop thinking about this book.