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Two-Part Invention (Crosswicks Journal Series #4)

Two-Part Invention (Crosswicks Journal Series #4)

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by Madeleine L'Engle

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The story of a marriage of true minds and spirits—a brilliant writer's tribute to lasting love.


The story of a marriage of true minds and spirits—a brilliant writer's tribute to lasting love.

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Since her debut with The Small Rain in 1945, L'Engle has continued to write critically acclaimed books for adults and young readers, including a Newbery Medal-winner, A Wrinkle in Time. But this story of her marriage surpasses her best work so far. Starting with accounts of her childhood, she describes her life as a young woman in Manhattan, attracted to the theater and landing a job as an understudy touring with Eva Le Gallienne and Hugh Franklin. L'Engle and Franklin married in 1946, creating a bond that was broken ony by his death 40 years later. As Franklin's roles (with the Lunts, Ethel Barrymore, Maurice Evans, etc.) kept him absent frequently, there were problems, especially when they became parents. Yet most crises were viewed in perspective, especially when the couple gathered with children, grandchildren and friends at Crosswick, the old house in Connecticut that remains L'Engle's ``icon.'' As expected, she writes beautifully here, sharing funny, exuberant and trying moments of the ``two-part invention.'' Reading the book is a profound spiritual experience. (Nov.)
Library Journal
L'Engle's memoir is aptly titled, for in it she skillfully weaves past and present, integrating her background, courtship, and marriage to actor Hugh Franklin with an account of his six-month battle with cancer. Though she was already an established novelist when she met Franklin, her focus is on their 40-year marriage, strained at times by the pressures of raising children and pursuing two active careers but full of joy and devotion. Yet despite its inspirational, uplifting tone, this is a disturbing book; for medicine's newest advances, together with loving, supporting care, can do nothing to halt Franklin's rapid deterioration. Readers will be deeply moved by his wife's struggles to understand and cope, drawing strength from family, friends, and religion.Nancy R. Ives, SUNY at Geneseo
School Library Journal
YA-- Those who have enjoyed L'Engle's fiction or who have followed her husband Hugh Franklin's character of Dr. Charles Tyler on All My Children should enjoy reading about their real - life marriage. L'Engle shares many moments from their early life in the New York theater and publishing circles. In addition, she tells about their early marriage and family life at their Connecticut farmhouse. A large portion of the book details Franklin's death from cancer in 1987. During this trying period their great love and L'Engle's strong Christian faith are both centerpieces of her story. Like L'Engle's other nonfiction works, this one demonstrates an easy conversational style and an expert prose technique.-- Carolyn Praytor Boyd, Episcopal High School, Bellaire, Tex.

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Crosswicks Journal Series , #4
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Chapter One

Crosswicks is a typical New England farmhouse, built sometime in the middle of the eighteenth century, so it is well over two hundred years old. Its square central section has been added to haphazardly over the years, white clapboard somehow tying it all together, so that the house rambles pleasantly and crookedly. A dropped ball will roll right to the central chimneys, and the bookcases we've built in are masterpieces of non-alignment.

Crosswicks is a symbol for me of family and community life, of marriage in general and my own marriage in particular. It stands staunchly on the crest of one of the Litchfield hills in the northwest corner of Connecticut and through the centuries has withstood the batterings, of many storms — blizzards, hurricanes, even a tornado — of love, anger, birth, death, tears, laughter.

Perhaps it is a particularly potent symbol for me because, until the house came to us over forty years ago, I had never lived in a real house, much less had one of my own. I was born on the asphalt island of Manhattan and lived for my first twelve years in an apartment. I had my own small back bedroom, its one window looking onto a court, where the stories of other city dwellers were sometimes enacted for me behind unshaded windows or on the rooftop of a building lower than ours. I was an only child, with an ailing father, and lived a solitary life. My parents had dinner at eight o'clock in the evening, and I had my meal on a tray in my room and ate happily, with my feet on the desk and a book on my chest.

It was a totally different childhood from that of myhusband, Hugh Franklin, who had a much more typically American up-bringing, growing up in Tulsa, Oklahoma, in a comfortable, unpretentious house on a pleasant, tree-lined street of similar houses filled with professional father, stay-at-home mother, and many other children on the block to play with.

How different were Hugh's and my early years; each of us was given different treasures, different sorrows. I grew up in a world of books, music, theatre, a small world where the artist was the norm, rather than the odd one out.

Hugh grew up in a world where artists were thought to belong to a half-world of permissiveness and promiscuity. His father was a distinguished lawyer, and there were books in the house, though not many, according to the standards of my parents. The First Baptist Church was central. Regular churchgoing was compulsory. To be a "Christian" was essential.

My mother and father were Episcopalians, but being a "Christian" was secondary (if it was thought about at all) to being a good and faithful singer, or painter, or writer.

Totally different worlds.

My father was a writer, a journalist and foreign correspondent and news analyst, though mustard gas in the trenches of World War I stopped much of his traveling. My parents' friends were painters, sculptors, singers, actors, composers. The world of the nineteen-twenties seemed a world of parties. A terrible war had ended. People played almost frantically. Mother and Father were either dressing to go out to a party or the theatre or the opera or they were preparing to have friends come in.

I was on the fringe of that world, a child isolated in my own room, but aware of and taking for granted the music, the laughter, the conversation going on in the rest of the apartment.

My parents had been married for nearly twenty years when I was born, and although I was a very much wanted baby, the pattern of their lives was already well established and a child was not part of that pattern. So I had my own, with which I was well content, reading and rereading, writing stories and poems; illustrating my stories with pencil and watercolors; playing the piano; living far, too much in an interior dream world. But that interior dream world has stood me in good stead many times when the outer world has seemed to be collapsing around me.

After my childhood in New York came a time of wandering about Europe, trying to find air clean and pure enough for my father's damaged lungs. World War 1, which had little place in Hugh's early life, remained paramount in mine, along with the fear of war.

What I, overprotected by my solitude rather than my parents' design, did not realize was that the terrible Wall Street crash of '29 had affected everyone's lives. More imminent was the fact that my father was in the hospital with pneumonia, that my mother could not hide that she was frantic with anxiety. Then the crisis was over and he was home, but nothing was the same.

We were moving, leaving New York and moving to Europe. The doctors had recommended a sanatorium in Saranac, but after the crash, with its consequent Depression, my parents could not afford Saranac. The standard of living in the French Alps, where the air was clean and clear, was much lower than the standard of living in the United States. The Depression had closed down most of the great resort hotels. There were no "beautiful people" and the world was a war away from the jet set. Most of the available pensions around the emptied resort hotels had no indoor plumbing and no running water. But the air was the clean, dry air the doctor had recommended. If we stayed in New York my father would be prone to another attack of pneumonia, which might well be lethal. We had to move away from everything I had known.

How my parents must have missed the opera, the theatre, the parties that had been so much a part of their lives in New York. But they shielded me in their Olympian way from feelings which must have bordered on desolation.

Two-Part Invention copyright © by Madeleine L'Engle. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All Rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

Meet the Author

Madeline L'Engle, the popular author of many books for children and adults, has interspersed her writing and teaching career with raising three children, maintaining an apartment in New York and a farmhouse of charming confusion which is called "Crosswicks."

Brief Biography

Date of Birth:
January 12, 1918
Date of Death:
September 6, 2007
Place of Birth:
New York, NY
Place of Death:
Litchfield, CT
Smith College, 1941

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Two-Part Invention 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
gebe2 More than 1 year ago
L'Engle writes in her own beautiful style the story of her marriage. Her husband is an actor whom some may recognize as the gentlemanly doctor on a soap opera. Now deceased, the actor and the real husband are delightful and kind souls, both ideal husbands. Easy in this autobiography to further know and appreciate the adult books of Madeleine L'Engle.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
This book sensitively chronicles the life and enduring love of the beloved author Madeleine L'Engle and her husband Hugh Franklin. However, it is not only am autobiography, but also a thought-provoking treatise on love, marriage, losing, grieving, and life in general. In her many novels, L'Engle has thematically voiced her philosophy of living. Similarly, L'Engle uses this book to ask hard questions that people have pondered for centuries i.e. What is the meaning of suffering? Is there something beyond this life? What is the place of humankind in the overall life of planet earth? An excellent book that encourages the reader to examine his or her own purpose for being. Well worth the time.