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The Distinguished Guest

By Miller, Sue

Perennial

Copyright © 2004 Sue Miller
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ISBN: 0060930004

Chapter One

In 1982, when she was seventy-two years old, Lily Roberts Maynard published her first book. It was put out by Tabor Press, a small feminist publishing house in Chicago. Tabor Press was named for and funded by the estate of Judith Tabor, whose husband had made a fortune in refrigerated transport vehicles. Though their names, Judith and Gabriel Tabor, appeared linked on plaques here and there in Chicago--in public libraries and museums and hospital wings--Tabor Press had been Judith Tabor's own project, endowed by her after her husband's death, and run exclusively by women.
The first printing of Lily Maynard's book was only five hundred copies, but they were beautiful books, carefully designed and produced, with marbled endpapers, and a woodcut reproduced at the start of each chapter, a church with a narrow spire. Lily loved to hold her book, loved to turn the thick, cream-colored pages slowly, to read her own words, so transformed by the authority--the heaviness, as she felt it--of print, that she was often startled by them, by their power. The book was called The Integrationist: A Spiritual Memoir.
Tabor Press was at that time run by a committee of four women who rotated being chair. As it happened, the woman in charge of the watch on which Lily Maynard's book was published, a thin, energetic person named Betsy Leaming, was also the person in the house most interested in commercial success, and the only one who understood anything about publicity. She sent Lily's book, with a cover letter, to the editors of women's pages for a number of major newspapers in the Midwest. The letter summarized Lily's life, quickly: the cloistered, wealthy Minneapolis background, her forced removal from college by her father after she voted for Roosevelt in the 1932 election, her marriage and transformed life in Chicago with Paul Maynard, a radical young Protestant minister called to an inner-city church. It told of their bitter struggle and eventual divorce over religious and ideological issues, centering on integration and the black power movement; and then, in Lily's own words, "the slow learning about what was left." The letter laid out some of the various angles an interviewer might take with this material. Perhaps best of all, it enclosed a photograph of Lily with her pure-white hair sculpted back into a bun, and the piercing dark eyes. She had been a remarkably handsome younger woman in her unsmiling, sober way, but age had softened her face to a melancholy and gentler beauty.
Lily was a good interview, it turned out, by turns elegant and cantankerous. Quotable. She discovered she liked to talk. She liked the sense of public weight her opinions began to acquire, and this made her yet more quotable. Often as she sat back and made a pronouncement, a nearly mischievous smile would lighten her somber face. Speaking about the appeal Saul Alinsky's radical brand of community organizing held for the Protestant leaders in her Chicago neighborhood, she shook her head and sighed: "Those old church boys were just tired of being thought of as do-gooders. The idea of hanging around with tough guys appealed to them. Alinsky restored their sense of masculinity." On the radicalism of the sixties: "It was mostly a call for street theater, a cheap yearning for more drama in political and public life. Everyone let himself forget that the processes of true change are always long and slow and effortful, and probably for the most part pretty boring."
Orders picked up and Tabor went to press again. Betsy Leaming followed her early letter with a copy of an interview with Lily in the Tribune. There were glowing and positive reviews. There began to be other interviews and more orders. Tabor found itself unable to keep up with the demand. Eventually they sold the contract to a much larger house in New York, which, in essence, published the book anew. This time there were reviews in the daily and Sunday New York Times. Suddenly Lily was invited to read at colleges, to lecture at feminist conventions, to speak to women's church groups. The galleys of other writers' books thunked through her mail slot regularly, with requests for any comments she might have. There were more interviews, and she was featured prominently in an uplifting article in Newsweek on aging in America. She'd become a public personage.
Her children were bemused by the transformation, by encountering their mother, who'd always been formidable and remote, more intimately in her work and in interviews than they'd known her themselves in what they laughingly began to call "real life."
Clary wrote to her brother, Alan: "I have to confess to you some bitterness at Mother's success, at her parlaying (oh, oh! here comes the accusation) our whole family's misery into her own triumph. Her spiritual triumph, at that. And oddly, I resent too, the skill with which it's been done, the points she gets for that."
Though Alan had his own differences with his mother, he thought of himself as more forgiving of her public achievement, and of her transformation. This in spite of the fact that it was he of the three children who had perhaps suffered most on account of his mother's spiritual crisis. He was the youngest in the family, five years younger than the middle child, Clary, and he was the one who lived alone with Lily after his parents' marriage ended, since the two girls had already left for college. He could still remember the silent dinners with Lily before he escaped to his room to do his homework--the steady, and to him revolting, sound of his mother's chewing and swallowing sharpening his awareness of her physical being. Whenever he heard her footsteps pass in the hallway, he stopped still in the fear that she might knock on his door, might want to talk to him.
But Alan was happily married now. He had put his own uncomfortable teenage years behind him. When he opened the Times Book Review and, for the first time without anticipating it, encountered his mother's startled and imperious gaze across space and time, he felt safe.
Continues...

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