I knew little of Susan Glaspell when I put this book on my Classics Club list; just that two of her books had been republished by Persephone and that she was both a novelist and a dramatist.
That was reason enough.
The opening of this book told me that she was mistress of each art.
In Freeport, a small town in Iowa, an old man was gravely ill. He was asking for his daughter and his numbers wondered if she would dare to come home. She had left town in the wake of a terrible scandal. She hadn’t come home when her mother died, and that hardened the widely held opinion that she wasn’t the nice girl had thought she was; that she was a selfish, manipulative woman who shouldn’t be allowed in decent society. But if she was ever to come back surely this was the time.
Amy Frankin, the doctor’s wife, was a newcomer to the town and she had no idea what her new friends were talking about, or what disgraceful thing Ruth Holland had done. She would learn that Ruth had fallen in love with a married man, and that, when his health had broken down and his doctor suggest a change of climate, they had left town and set up home together in Colorado.
Ruth Holland was coming home, and she was well aware that it wouldn’t be easy.
“It was over the pain and the sweetness of life that this woman—Ruth Holland—brooded during the two days that carried her back to the home of her girlhood. She seemed to be going back over a long bridge. That part of her life had been cut away from her. With most lives the past grew into the future; it was as a growth that spread, the present but the extent of the growth at the moment. With her there had been the sharp cut; not a cut, but a tear, a tear that left bleeding ends. Back there lay the past, a separated thing. During the eleven years since her life had been torn from that past she had seen it not only as a separate thing but a thing that had no reach into the future. The very number of miles between, the fact that she made no journeys back home, contributed to that sense of the cleavage, the remoteness, the finality. Those she had left back there remained real and warm in her memory, but her part with them was a thing finished. It was as if only shoots of pain could for the minute unite them.”
She wasn’t aware – but she would learn – was that her behaviour had caused terrible problems for her family. That so many things she had said and done would be re-evaluated and misunderstood after her departure. And that friends and neighbours would still say that what she had done was beyond the pale and turn their backs on her.
Deane Franklin, the town doctor, supported her. They had been close friends and he had helped her to when she needed to keep her relationship secret, he had listened when she needed someone to talk to. Amy couldn’t understand why her husband was still drawn to another woman, why his view of what had happened was so different to her friends’ views, or why he would make himself complicit in such a scandalous situation
“I do know a few things. I know that society cannot countenance a woman who did what that woman did. I know that if a woman is going to selfishly take her own happiness with no thought of others she must expect to find herself outside the lives of decent people. Society must protect itself against such persons as she. I know that much—fortunately.”
Susan Glaspell tells her story beautifully. The pace is stately; the perspectives shift; and she moves between a traditional third-person narrative and more modern visits to her characters’ thoughts. There was complexity, there there was detail, and yet there was always such clarity of thought and purpose.
I found it easy to be drawn into the world she created, and to believe that these people lived and breathed, that the events and incidents I read about really happened.
I could see where the suthor’s sympathies lay, but I appreciated that she had understanding and concern for all of her characters and their different views.
I loved the telling of the story, and I loved its emotional depth.
(The endpapers of the Persephone Books edition of ‘Fidelity’)
The title of this book was very well chosen. It is underpinned by the question of who or what we owe fidelity. Our spouses? The standards of society? Our families? To our dearest love? Or our selves?
There are no easy answers, but the asking of the question allowed Susan Glaspell to make a wonderful exploration of the possibilities and the problems that it presents.
A conversation with an old school-mate – a girl who had came from a much poorer background that Ruth and her friends and had not had an easy life – gives Ruth food for thought and helps her to face the future.
“It’s what we think that counts, Ruth. It’s what we feel. It’s what we are. Oh, I’d like richer living—more beauty—more joy. Well, I haven’t those things. For various reasons, I won’t have them. That makes it the more important to have all I can take!”—it leaped out from the gentler thinking like a sent arrow. “Nobody holds my thoughts. They travel as far as they themselves have power to travel. They bring me whatever they can bring me—and I shut nothing out. I’m not afraid!”
This is a story set in a particular time and place, the world has changed a great deal in more than a hundred years since it was written, and yet it still has the power to touch hearts and minds.
The questions it asks would need to be asked differently today, but they are as important now as they were then.
11 thoughts on “Fidelity by Susan Glaspell (1915)”
Wow, this sounds like an amazing ‘must-read’. Bravo Persephone for once again making sure that a potentially forgotten treasure is available to us, and bravo to you for such a great review! 🙂
Great review. I need to add this to my list of Persephone books to read. I think the basic premise of ‘to whom do we owe our fidelity” is though provoking
Persephone do seem to have a knack for unearthing these gems from the past, don’t they? It sounds marvellous. I remember hearing something about this author in the past, possibly via Ali’s blog in one of her pieces on neglected women writers.
I read this a little while ago and really, really enjoyed it, such a nuanced and believable portrait of the town that you felt you were right there.
Someone new for my Classics Club List. I will keep my eye out for this one.
Lovely review Jane. Sounds like another winner from Persephone.
I love Susan Glaspell, I have read four of her novels and a volume of short stories. The novels not published by Persephone are hard to get though some are available as ebooks. This was the first of hers I read, I think Brook Evans also published by Persephone is even better. I have been meaning to re-read Fidelity for ages.
I love Fidelity, one of my favourite Persephones. I’ve read it twice & your review makes me want to reread it again. I loved the structure, how the story pulls you in because we’re in the same position as Amy at the beginning, not knowing what’s going on. Such an honest portrayal of love that’s not romantic love, no matter how “romantically” it began. Very sobering & beautifully written.
Wonderful review Jane and such an intriguing plot! I loved these lines …encompasses so many of our lives even after 100 years “Nobody holds my thoughts. They travel as far as they themselves have power to travel. They bring me whatever they can bring me—and I shut nothing out. I’m not afraid!”
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