Sir Arthur Wing Pinero’s play, The Second Mrs
Tanqueray, is about a young woman ‘with a past’ whose marriage to a
much older widower has complicated and ultimately disastrous consequences. By
contrast, Valerie
Fletcher, who became the second Mrs T.S. Eliot, was a woman with no past at
all. Her life only ever had one focus: Eliot himself. Although she was thirty-eight
years younger, her marriage to him was (as far as she at least was
concerned) blissfully uncomplicated, and its consequences for Eliot’s posthumous reputation have been the opposite of disastrous – though not everyone, I know, agrees.
concerned) blissfully uncomplicated, and its consequences for Eliot’s posthumous reputation have been the opposite of disastrous – though not everyone, I know, agrees.
A friend recently handed me a photograph
(c.1943) showing a squad of lacrosse players from Queen Anne’s School, Caversham. Did I
recognize the girl on the right at the end of the back row? my friend asked. The
girl was Valerie Fletcher. ‘She was never much of a looker, was she?’ added my
friend. Actually, some people thought she was
a looker: when Groucho Marx met her, in 1961, he described her as ‘a
good-looking, middle-aged blonde whose eyes seemed to light up with adoration
every time she looked at her husband’.
In many ways, Valerie Fletcher’s marriage
to T.S. Eliot in January 1957 was even more extraordinary than Marilyn Monroe’s
to Arthur Miller the previous year. At least Monroe and Miller had met,
plausibly enough, in Hollywood; by contrast, the story of the lacrosse-playing
teenager and the Nobel Prizewinning poet defied all probability.
Eliot died in 1965; Valerie outlived him by forty seven years. The Guardian
obituary of her maintained that as a schoolgirl she had told her
headmistress her ambition was to become Eliot’s secretary; the Queen Anne’s Society News (2012-2013), took the story a step further and reported that while still
at school, Valerie had confidently announced she would marry him. The most
specific account, however, comes in Tarantula, John Smart’s biography of Eliot’s
close friend, John
Hayward. Eliot had shared a London flat with Hayward for eleven years, up
until the day before he married Valerie – to the astonishment of everyone
except Valerie herself:
Valerie Fletcher
had been listening intently in an English lesson to a gramophone record of John
Gielgud reading ‘Journey of the Magi’. She was bowled over. At the end of the
lesson she went up to her teacher, Miss Bartholomew, and asked, ‘Who wrote that
poem?’ Miss Bartholomew told her that it was T.S. Eliot. ‘I shall marry that
man,” her pupil said immediately. After a moment’s pause, she mused, ‘But how
shall I meet him?’ Without thinking anything of it, Miss Bartholomew replied,
‘You could become his secretary, I suppose.’
It would be quite unfair to conclude that
Valerie was a manipulative young gold-digger setting out to entice a foolish,
fond old man. Lyndall Gordon
in T.S. Eliot: An Imperfect Life – to
my mind, by far the best study of Eliot’s life and poetry – says simply that
‘Eliot came to recognize in his secretary the absolute dedication of an ideal
heir’. In an interview quoted by Gordon, Valerie herself explained the life-defining
impact of hearing ‘Journey of the Magi’:
It just hit me.
The whole feeling of Tom in it – and the impression I formed then – was borne
out right throughout marriage and everything. After that I tried to find out
everything I could about him. It was something very sympathetic.
‘Throughout marriage and everything’ – for
Valerie, marriage was to be eight years of devoted happiness, as it was for the
poet too: Lyndall Gordon speaks of ‘the
idyllic nature of his attachment’. Afterwards, ‘everything’ included the nearly
fifty years she lived on as his widow and literary executor.
The first most people knew about Valerie in
this new role was her publication in 1971 of
The
Waste Land
A FACSIMILE AND TRANSCRIPT
OF THE ORIGINAL DRAFTS
INCLUDING THE ANNOTATIONS
OF EZRA POUND
Edited by
Valerie Eliot
The
‘lost’ manuscript of this poem, as originally edited by Ezra Pound and
annotated by Eliot, Pound and Eliot’s
first wife, Vivien, had only resurfaced in 1968 when the New York Public
Library announced it had been discovered among a collection of privately
purchased papers. Valerie’s Facsimile and Transcript was itself a
ground-breaking work of bibliography: the reader could see on the left-hand
pages Eliot’s hand-written or typed sheets and on the right could read the same
text now type-set and with all the annotations, erasures and overwritings ingeniously
transcribed typographically and colour-coded. It showed that Pound had been far
more influential in shaping the most famous Modernist poem of the twentieth
century than many people had recently wanted to believe, and that his editorial
judgment had saved the poem. Eliot
himself had acknowledged this by dedicating the poem to ‘Il miglior fabbro’. I don’t think
it’s an exaggeration to say that Valerie’s book helped rehabilitate Pound’s reputation.
Put simply, it was (and is) a master class in responsible editing and exegesis:
without it, I wonder whether Helen Gardner’s virtuoso work, The Composition of Four Quartets, which
refined the approach Valerie had previously taken with The Waste Land, would even have been published.
No
longer now the gawky, sporty schoolgirl with a crush, nor the adoring blonde on
the arm of an elderly husband, Valerie Eliot had proved she should be taken
seriously as a scholar and as Eliot’s literary executor. I have every
admiration for what she achieved with The
Waste Land – and every sympathy
with the way she defended Eliot’s posthumous reputation later. Others may disagree. But her own best
memorial should be her definitive edition of The Waste Land. Let Lyndall Gordon, comparing Valerie’s edition
with Helen Gardner’s work on The
Composition of Four Quartets, explain why:
Both are lasting works of
scholarship […. ] In Mrs Eliot’s introduction and Helen Gardner’s chapters on
the growth and sources of the Quartets,
facts are selective and direct the reader towards the work. It is to be hoped
that scholars of the twenty-first century will follow their lead in discerning
the simplicity at the heart of Eliot’s apparent difficulty.
Adrian
Barlow
[Illustration: ‘The Scarlet Runners’ – Queen Anne’s School, Caversham, Lacrosse players c.1943 (private collection)
[Illustration: ‘The Scarlet Runners’ – Queen Anne’s School, Caversham, Lacrosse players c.1943 (private collection)
[Notes: Groucho Marx’s description of
Valerie is quoted by Lyndall Gordon in T.S.
Eliot, an Imperfect Life (1998), p. 517. From the same source comes the
extract from Valerie’s 1988 Times interview,
p.497-8, as does the description of Eliot’s recognizing in Valerie ‘the
absolute dedication of an ideal heir’. The quotation with which I end this post
will be found on p.679.
John
Smart’s account in Tarantula (p.263) of
Valerie’s reaction to hearing ‘Journey of the Magi’ is based on an interview he
conducted with Dorothy
Bartholomew (1913-2011), the teacher who transformed Valerie’s life simply by
putting a record on the gramophone.
For an additional account of Valerie’s
marriage to Eliot and her subsequent life as his literary executor, I recommend
the Independent
obituary (14 November 2012);
while for
a different perspective on Valerie Eliot, see Karen Christensen, ‘Dear
Mrs Eliot’, Guardian 29 January
2005.
I
have written previously about Eliot, in T.S.
Eliot and the Turning Year. 2015 being the 50th anniversary of his
death, I hope to write about him again, more than once in the remaining six
months.
Adrian – This is rich stuff indeed: a very convincing account of Valerie Fletcher’s extraordinary single–mindedness. Almost, Valerie’s feelings towards Eliot could be described as preternatural. But I do not think they were. On the contrary, they seem to have been grounded in a profound understanding and appreciation of Eliot’s work. Nothing like this relationship in English literature is ever likely to happen again!
ReplyDeleteYou are right, Peter: Valerie’s understanding and appreciation of Eliot was as profound as it was instinctual. Never say never, but I suspect you are right: this was relationship of a kind unlikely ever to be repeated.
ReplyDeleteHave just reread this, Adrian, and I'm glad to have done so. I had forgotten entirely about what you say about the depth and integrity of Valerie Eliot's scholarship.
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