Martha Gellhorn, pursued and in pursuit
Martha Gellhorn and Ernest Hemingway on assignment in China. Image: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Gellhorn_Hemingway_1941.jpg
An exciting new acquisition for the British Libraryâs North American collections comes in the form of Martha Gellhornâs first novel, What Mad Pursuit. I have been in pursuit of this rather costly book for a while, so it was delightful to finally have the book in my hands.
The rest of Martha Gellhornâs work is easy to come by, so why is this book so elusive, and so expensive? Published in 1934 when Gellhorn was only twenty-five, the novel attracted lukewarm criticism at best. Gellhorn consigned her debut to the past: she never listed it in her published works, and, once it had become out of print, it stayed there.
But reading the first and only edition of What Mad Pursuit has been a real pleasure. Crude as it is, the novel races though the tender years of protagonist Charis Day from her job as a cub reporter to her love affairs that abruptly â and syphilitically â end. (Four publishers had previously turned it down on the basis that it was altogether âtoo boldâ for a young female novelist.)
Bold it is; and brave too, even as the melodrama skates. Charis, the innocent chasing after justice and happiness, is a standalone protagonist, very different from Gellhornâs later characters. One reviewer called What Mad Pursuit âpalpable juveniliaâ â and thatâs precisely why itâs interesting: it helps tell the story of Gellhorn before she became the feted war reporter, and before she became the second half of a very famous literary marriage.
Gellhorn chose to preface her first novel with an epigram from Ernest Hemingwayâs A Farewell to Arms. Hemingway was Gellhornâs literary idol: it was his prose which she held up as the perfect model; his photograph that was pinned against her college wall while she wrote.
On the novelâs publication, Gellhorn was two years away from meeting her hero; six years away from marrying him. What tickles me most as I look over Hemingwayâs pontifical epigram â Nothing ever happens to the brave â is trying to puzzle out to what degree Gellhorn intentionally began her own mad pursuit of her author-hero.
History has it that the Gellhorn family encountered Hemingway on an unplanned detour to Key West during a Florida vacation in 1936. Was Marthaâs plan merely to meet her hero? Or to seduce him and make him her husband?
Biographer Caroline Mooreheadâs account of the meeting seems innocent enough. âThey didnât much care for Miami, and so they caught a bus to Key WestâŠ One evening they went for a drink in a bar called Sloppy Joeâs. Sitting at one end was Ernest HemingwayâŠ reading his mail.â But in Hemingwayâs Boat, Paul Hendrickson casts it quite differently, arguing Martha was as much the âshamelessâ pursuant as his second wife Pauline Pfeiffer had been a decade ago.
The questions over Gellhornâs intentionality gives me ample room to explore in fiction what went on in those few juicy weeks Martha Gellhorn spent in the company of Mr and Mrs Hemingway. I wonder if Mrs Hemingway had seen the epigram to Gellhornâs book; whether she noticed how glad-eyed Ernest became whenever Martha was near; whether it was difficult to watch Ernest in hot pursuit of the young woman as the author followed her on a train to Jacksonville. It strikes me now that perhaps it wasnât so much the mentor who was in mad pursuit of the tutor, but the other way around.
Naomi Wood is one of the 2012 Eccles Centre Writers in Residence at the British Library.