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The contents of 77 boxes
shelved in the special-collections department of the Brookens Library at
the University of Illinois at Springfield tell a love story, a love story
that gave rise to one of the most curious chapters in modern American
literature.
The documents, including diaries, journals,
manuscripts, and approximately 2,000 letters, chronicle the life and work
of Lowney Handy, who founded a writers’ colony in the
eastern-Illinois town of Marshall. Between 1950 and 1964, she tutored more
than 100 writers, including her premier pupil, James Jones, the author of From Here to Eternity,
arguably the most famous novel to come out of World War II.
“Whether they were great writers is almost not
even the point,” says Chicago filmmaker Dawn Sinclair Shapiro, who
labored for three years making a documentary on the subject. Inside the Handy Writers’ Colony is slotted to air nationally on the PBS television network
later this year.
Shapiro used materials from the UIS collection to
help reveal the complicated relationship between Jones and his mentor and
explain how that collaboration grew into a Midwestern literary school.
Altogether, the colony spurred the publication of a dozen novels. Four of
the books were adapted into Hollywood movies.
The Handy Writers’ Colony didn’t follow
in the tradition of other touted retreats on the East Coast that catered to
established authors and poets. Instead, Lowney was interested in training
less experienced and often disadvantaged writers. She bragged that she
could mold anyone into a great writer if he or she would follow her advice.
Her prospects included disgruntled veterans, dropouts, and ex-cons.
“She believed in them,” Shapiro
says. “She believed in their work. There is something to be said
about that, when someone believes in you.”
The first writer Lowney believed in was Jones, who
had joined the Army in 1939 after graduating from high school in
Lowney’s hometown of Robinson, Ill. Jones was stationed at Schofield
Barracks in Hawaii on Dec. 7, 1941, when the Japanese attacked Pearl
Harbor. He later saw combat in the South Pacific, at Guadalcanal, before
injuring his ankle and being shipped stateside.
After his return, Jones convalesced at the Kennedy
General Hospital in Memphis with other recovering soldiers. Over the next
few months his ankle mended, but his battle-scarred psyche did not. Both of
his parents had died while he was away. His combat experience had alienated
him, and Jones increasingly exhibited symptoms of what would later be
diagnosed as posttraumatic stress. On leave from the hospital, he
facilitated his drinking and philandering by booking a room at the Peabody
Hotel for six weeks. His bouts at the hotel bar often ended in brawls.
When the Army ordered him back to active duty in
August 1943, Jones went on another binge and was briefly absent without
leave, but he returned to Fort Campbell, Ky., where his newly assigned unit
was being readied for the forthcoming D-Day invasion of Europe.
In November he went AWOL a second time, taking refuge
at the home of his uncle Charles Jones, a conservative attorney in
Robinson. At a birthday celebration held on his behalf at the Elks Club,
Jones drunkenly insulted some of the town’s leading citizens,
embarrassing his uncle. Concerned over his drinking and anti-social
behavior, Charles Jones’ wife introduced James Jones to Lowney Handy,
a neighbor who worked with troubled youth.
The meeting would forever change both their lives.
Years later, Lowney gave her first impression of
Jones in a story that appeared in Life magazine: “He swaggered; he wore dark glasses; he
even asked me to read his poetry out loud. He had obviously come over for a
drink. Then he saw my books. . . . He flipped through them and plopped them
back as if he were gulping down what they had in them. So I asked him if
he’d like to see my writing room.”
Lowney, a fledgling writer herself, became
Jones’ mentor. She also became his lover, though that aspect of their
relationship was not mentioned in the Life article. She was 17 years older than Jones. During
the course of their 15-year affair she remained married to Harry Handy, a
superintendent at the Ohio Oil Co. refinery in Robinson.
When Jones went AWOL the final time, in May 1944,
Lowney coaxed him into returning to his Army base to face disciplinary
action. She then began lobbying the military bureaucracy for leniency on
his behalf. On the basis of a series of psychiatric evaluations the Army
finally determined that Jones was “psychoneurotic” and granted
him an honorable discharge in July 1944.
click to enlarge PHOTO COURTESY OF THE HANDY COLONY COLLECTION, ARCHIVES/SPECIAL COLLECTIONS/BROOKENS LIBRARY/UIS
An unidentified colony member with Lowney Handy and James Jones. The screened building was called the ramada.
Jones went back to Robinson to live with the Handys
at 202 W. Mulberry St. While she provided emotional support and literary
guidance, her husband paid the bills. The Handys added a room to their
house for Jones to use as his study. They also bought him a house trailer
and a jeep to use for road trips out West and to Florida. For the next
several years Jones worked on his first novel, They Shall Inherit the Laughter, and
later wrote much of From Here to Eternity while living with the couple.
“My own view is that From Here to Eternity would
certainly not have been written if Jones had not had Lowney and her
husband,” says George Hendrick, a James Jones scholar at the
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. “He was a great writer,
but he needed help.”
Lowney received no
accolades in her hometown for her efforts, however. “There were a lot
of people in town who thought she was the town whore,” says
81-year-old Helen Howe of Robinson, a longtime friend, “but she
didn’t worry about other people’s attitudes toward her, so long
as she was satisfied. At that time, you couldn’t find that many women
who could afford to be that independent.
“Harry didn’t care,” Howe adds.
“The relationship between Lowney and her husband couldn’t have
been better. He had been having affairs for years. Harry had a girlfriend
for as long as I knew him, and it was the same girlfriend. At the time, it
was not that unusual in Robinson.”
An open marriage flourishing in a small Midwestern
town contradicts the stereotype often associated with 1950s America, but
the Handys’ less-than-perfect union had been forged much earlier.
Before their 1926 nuptials, Harry allegedly paid for Lowney to have an
abortion and then married her out of guilt. He later contracted gonorrhea
and passed it to his wife. As a result she had to undergo a hysterectomy,
and the couple remained childless.
Lowney founded the writers’ colony in 1950 in
Marshall on five acres of land owned by Harry Handy’s mother.
Initially her literary recruits bivouacked in tents. Barracks and other
improvements, including the construction of a swimming pond, came later. In
the early years Jones lived on the premises in his shiny aluminum Spartan
Airstream house trailer. Lowney spent the summers in a nearby cottage. The
colony operated from spring through fall. In the winters Lowney and Jones
would live together in Florida or Arizona, where she often invited her most
promising acolytes to join them.
At first, most of her students were young men who
lived nearby, but after the publication of the Life article in May 1951 they began
flocking to the colony from all over the country. They ranged in age from
their late teens to their early thirties. Lowney’s published
novelists included Tom T. Chamales, Jerry Tschappat, Edwin Daly, Charles
Wright, William Duhart, Jere Peacock, and Jon Shirota.
An applicant’s desire to write was deemed the
most important criterion for acceptance, followed by a willingness to
adhere to Lowney’s strict regimen. In return, she asked that
novelists pay her 10 percent of their future royalties from books written
at the colony. She believed that a writer’s creativity could not be
tapped unless the writer had first been stripped of his ego. One way of
achieving this goal, according to Lowney’s method, was through
isolation. Once a writer entered the colony, much of his contact with the
outside world was cut off. Newspapers, radios, and television were
prohibited.
Inside the gates, members led essentially a monastic
existence. They rose at 5:30 a.m. and had a breakfast of toast and coffee
in silence at the ramada, the name for the building that housed the screened-in kitchen
and dining area. Afterward they returned to one of the two barracks, which
were divided into 12 small rooms. Each room contained a cot, chair, table,
typewriter, and lamp. In these austere quarters, writers would work on
their assignments until noon.
Before graduating to writing their own novels,
members of the colony were required to copy the works of noted authors. The
objective was to subconsciously instill in the student the style of the
writer whose work was being copied. Lowney selected the copying exercises
on the basis of the perceived weaknesses of the student’s own
writing. Writers of long, florid prose were forced to copy the terse style
of Ernest Hemingway. Conversely, those who found themselves short of words
were required to copy William Faulkner. The works of Marcel Proust, D.H.
Lawrence, Dylan Thomas, and T.S. Eliot were forbidden because she
considered them too intellectual and “sissy-like.”
Once freed to pursue their own writing,
Lowney’s charges were encouraged to write short “skits,”
or scenes, which later would be stitched together to form novels. She also
prohibited writers from talking about their novels with anyone except her.
After a bland lunch, which often included cottage
cheese or shots of liquid Jell-O, everyone was expected to labor for a few
hours on various projects to improve and maintain the grounds. Writers
spent the remainder of the afternoon reading or participating in
recreational activities. After dinner, her wards were allowed to socialize
until 9 o’clock, when they retired for the evening.
With few exceptions, women were excluded from joining
the colony and banned from visiting. Their mere presence, according to
Lowney, might distract her male writers. In general, she took a harsh view
of her own sex.
“A woman is the most cold-blooded creature on
earth when it comes to selecting a man,” Lowney allegedly told one of
her star pupils. “You poor sons-of-bitches. You think women are
delicate and need protection, but that’s a myth created by a
matriarchal society. Women have you by the balls, all of you, and you never
have figured it out. . . . A man who gets married and becomes a householder
will never be an artist.”
Jones, the established artist of the bunch, drew
attention to his nonconformity by roaring through Marshall on a
Harley-Davidson in a black leather jacket. On another occasion he
reportedly sallied downtown shirtless, wearing shorts, sandals, and a
leather-fringed vest, with silver-and-turquoise bracelets dangling from his
wrists. Nobody questioned his flamboyant attire, perhaps because of the
pearl-handled pistols holstered on his hips.
But rumors proliferated. Locals suspected the colony
of being a demonic cult or a collective of homosexuals. In the summer heat,
the writers frequently wore swimming trunks and little more, leading to
further speculation.
“It was viewed by some as a nudist colony and a
colony full of nut cases,” says 71-year-old Kenny Snedeker, a
Marshall native who joined the colony in 1954 after graduating from high
school. “None of that is true, of course.”
PHOTO COURTESY OF THE HANDY COLONY COLLECTION, ARCHIVES/SPECIAL COLLECTIONS/BROOKENS LIBRARY/UIS
Lowney Handy and James Jones on the Handy Writers Colony grounds, 1955
Once a week, Lowney allowed her scribes to go into
Marshall for dinner and a movie but not by themselves. The only break from
this cloistered existence came approximately once a month, when the group
was permitted to travel to Terre Haute, 20 miles away. Beyond the confines
of the colony and Lowney’s vigilant eyes, her disciples, including
Jones, acted like Army recruits on a weekend pass. They would start a
typical spree at Bohannon’s bar and then stagger to other watering
holes before seeking female companionship.
Snedeker says he was too young to participate in the
carousing, but he remembers Terre Haute’s risqué reputation.
“Back then, Terre Haute was known as Sin City,” he says.
“There was lots of gambling, and Cherry Street had several blocks of
whorehouses.”
After sating their hedonistic desires, the writers
returned to the ascetic atmosphere of the colony, where their
indoctrination continued. Writing may have been the major subject at the
colony, but Lowney’s personal philosophy was also part of the
courseload. She peppered her literary advice with biblical quotations and
wrote about karmic consequences in her letters. She meditated, practiced
yoga, studied Eastern mysticism, believed in reincarnation, and recommended
that her students give themselves enemas to cleanse their systems of
impurities. Her eccentricities and avant-garde beliefs preceded the New Age
movement by decades.
She went braless and wore sweatshirts, barking
commands and extolling praise. Colonists opposed her edicts under threat of
banishment. Many left of their own volition, unable to adhere to the strict
rules. In a later era, the colony might have been considered a hippie
commune but for the fact that Lowney loathed long locks. She also frowned
on facial hair, with the exception of Jones’ military mustache.
“She was a self-made person,” Snedeker
says, “self-educated and very well read. She ran it [the colony] like
any Army base. You knew what the limits were. She could be very sweet or
she could curse you out like a sailor, if you crossed her, but it was a
pleasant place. I never had any problems, whatsoever.”
Others remembered their stays less fondly. In his
1971 memoir, The Colony, John Bowers described the conditioning as similar to
experiments endured by Pavlov’s fabled dog.
“We never knew when our masters’ anger
would be turned against us,” wrote Bowers. “Like dogs we might
run to them, wanting to be petted — and find ourselves being beaten
because they were in a bad mood. Things had a way of happening between
them, things we knew nothing about, that would cause them to lash out for
no reason we could understand.”
During his term at the colony, Lowney wrote Snedeker a rambling missive. The typewritten letter
is filled with sentence fragments, advice, and aphorisms, the kind of
disjointed encouragement she offered many aspiring writers. But in
retrospect, Lowney’s opening paragraph now seems to reveal as much
about her personal struggle as it does about how to write well:
“Conflict is the key to writing. People with
problems. DUALITY. Internal inconsistency, which is the note of evil, the
destruction of the Garden of Eden. . . . ”
Snedeker, who was 17 years old at the time, says that
he was unaware of Lowney and Jones’ affair — “but I would
notice real late at night, like maybe around 11 o’clock, that
I’d see Lowney slip over to his house.” He didn’t learn
the reason for the nocturnal visits until years later. More discerning
colony members felt caught in the middle. Bowers wrote that a fellow writer
explained the situation to him this way:
“There are games being played here I don’t
understand, and I’d just as soon be left out. I have the distinct
feeling that this whole thing — the Colony, everything — is
just something between Jim and Lowney and that we’re only here as
stagehands.”
After the success of From Here to Eternity, Jones
sold the movie rights and contributed an estimated $60,000 to $100,000 of
his newfound wealth to the colony. In early 1952, he accepted the National
Book Award in New York, where he hobnobbed with novelist Norman Mailer and
other leading literati.
As Jones’ career ascended, his younger
sister’s life slid closer to the abyss. Mary Ann Jones had been in
freefall since adolescence, when she discovered the body of their alcoholic
father, a dentist, on the floor of his office in Robinson. Ramon Jones had
died of self-inflicted gunshot wounds to the head. Mary Ann was 17 years
old. Their mother had died a year earlier.
As Mary Ann grew into adulthood, her behavior became
increasingly erratic. She drank heavily and abused drugs. After an
unsuccessful stab at being an actress in Hollywood, Mary Ann began writing.
Making an exception to her exclusionary rule, Lowney
admitted Mary Ann to the colony. Her autobiographical novel The Third Time You Killed Me
was nearing completion when she was found dead on the floor of her trailer
on June 5, 1952. Charles Jones, who disapproved of his niece and
nephew’s lifestyle, suspected foul play and requested that the U.S.
marshal in Danville, Ill., oversee a coroner’s inquest. The inquest,
however, found that Mary Ann had died of natural causes as a result of a
seizure caused by a brain tumor.
Within days of Mary Ann’s funeral, life at the
colony seemingly returned to normal. Later that summer, Mailer visited. He
arrived driving a sporty Studebaker with wire wheels, his future wife, the
raven-haired beauty Adele Morales by his side. Actor Montgomery Clift also
dropped by. Clift had met Jones after being cast in a leading role in the
movie adaptation of From Here to Eternity.
click to enlarge PHOTO BY JOHN MONTRE
Kenny Snedeker, 71, was a member of the Handy Writers Colony in 1954
Despite the broadening of his social network, Jones
showed no signs of wanting to leave Marshall or Lowney. In late 1953 he
moved into a custom-built $85,000 bachelor pad located next to the
colony’s grounds. His new digs included a cathedral ceiling, lavish
Philippine mahogany, and a bidet. But he kept the same arduous schedule six
days a week, working each morning on his next novel, Some Came Running, a 1,200-page
opus devoted to the hypocrisies of life in a small Midwestern town.
In December 1956, Jones went to New York to meet with
his publisher. While there, writer Budd Schulberg introduced him to Gloria
Mosolino, a stand-in for Marilyn Monroe in the feature film The Seven-Year Itch. After a
whirlwind romance, Jones and Mosolino were married in Haiti on Feb. 27,
1957. Lowney, in Florida for the winter, had already sent a congratulatory
telegram, but she could not contain her jealousy. In a letter to Harry, she
referred to the bride as “Gloria Vanderbilt Mussolini.”
A few months later the newlyweds arrived in Marshall,
intent on setting up housekeeping. Jones still hadn’t told his wife
the truth about his relationship to Lowney, but she had her suspicions, and
tensions rose. Finally Lowney’s anger erupted over the Fourth of July
holiday.
Gloria’s nieces, 10 and 12 years old, were
visiting at the time. In the new documentary, they publicly recount the
incident for the first time.
“She had the knife like this,” says Kate
Sotiridy, holding her clenched fist over her head. “She just cut the
screen and . . . and barged in and came after Gloria with the knife.”
According to James Jones’ biographer Frank
MacShane, Lowney shouted: “The only reason Jim married you is that
you’re the best cocksucker in New York!” The two women fell to
the floor, punching and scratching each other until Jones separated them.
Jones and his wife left the next day, and Jones never
returned. In 1958 the couple moved to Paris, where they lived for the next
15 years in self-imposed exile. They had two children. Jones would go on to
write other novels, including The Thin Red
Line, based on his combat experiences at
Guadalcanal. He and Gloria would entertain a cast of celebrities and
visiting authors at their Paris apartment. But he never wrote another book
as successful as From Here to Eternity.
For her part, Lowney continued to work with aspiring
writers, but the colony slowly declined. In later years she provided
guidance mainly through correspondence, but she was still instrumental in
getting her students’ novels published. After her husband’s
death, in 1963, her health declined rapidly, and she died on June 27, 1964.
She was 60 years old. The Handys are buried side by side in the Marshall
Cemetery. None of Lowney’s cherished writers attended her funeral.
At the end of the
forthcoming documentary, the narrator reads from a letter by Jones dated
Jan. 27, 1949. He is writing to Lowney from Robinson, where he is spending
the winter with Harry at the Handy residence on West Mulberry Street.
Lowney is in Tampa, struggling to write her own novel, which she ultimately
burns on the beach. The letter expresses Jones’ angst at their
separation. He credits Lowney with helping him write From Here to Eternity. Jones
attempts to explain their ménage
à trois in psychological terms,
slipping back and forth from a hypothetical situation to their own. In his
analysis he describes a power struggle, a war of sorts, in which each
combatant vies for domination. Jones says that he longs to transcend that
battle — but he also muses about using their relationship as material
for a future book.
I’ll be able to write a great love novel
someday, don’t you think? It will end as a tragedy, of course. But
yours and mine must not end that way. It has been too great a thing for
both of us. It has made both of us, though it nearly destroyed us both a
thousand times.
Jones will always be remembered for his realistic
portrayal of military life and the impact of war on men’s souls.
Though elements of Lowney’s personality found their way into his
female characters, he never wrote that great love novel. Instead, his
letters to Lowney are his tribute to tragic love.
There is no joy in life without love, everything is
drab, meaningless. I’d just as soon not be alive, as not have your
love.
Forevermore,
Jim
C.D. Stelzer is a frequent contributor. His story about John
Larry Ray, “The assassin’s brother,” appeared in the Nov.
29 issue.
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