The Search for Barbara Newhall Follett
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asakiyume posted a link to this article about Barbara Newhall Follett. Follett published her first novel, the tale of Eepersip who ran away to live in the woods, dance with the butterflies, and become a wood nymph, when she was twelve in 1927.
In 1939, Follett herself disappeared.
So of course I had to find out more about her. In the sixties her mother and a researcher published Barbara; the unconscious autobiography of a child genius, which tells the story of her life largely through excerpts of her writing: her letters but mainly her stories, some of which are reproduced in full and all of which, even the one she wrote at six, are marvelously lucid.
I think this is a dubious method, quite frankly. I think you can understand general themes of a person's thinking through their stories - Barbara was clearly obsessed with escape, for instance - but they draw specific parallels which are, to my mind, unwarranted.
And the novel itself - The House without Windows? Well...
I might have loved it if I read it at eleven. But, reading it at twenty-two, it has two strikes against it.
First, it's so very repetitious. Every few pages Eepersip crowns herself in flowers and dances "as she had never danced before" with the butterflies, birds, other assorted animal friends, the waves, or the snow. She spends an enormous amount of time reveling in Nature, which seems to be what most people like about the book, but I would like a little more incident and a little less description.
Unfortunately most of the book's incidents involve Eepersip's parents trying to catch her, which brings me to my second problem: Eepersip is so very solipsistic. It's hard to enjoy her reveling in nature and making friends with chipmunks and kidnapping her little sister (but don't worry, Eepersip takes her home when she realizes Fleuriss would cramp her style) when I felt so bad for her poor parents.
Nonetheless I'm curious to read the other books she wrote, especially the two novels that remain unpublished. All of Barbara's papers, including those novels, are stored in a box at Columbia - and you have no idea how I want to hop on a bus and go read them...
(I think I need to put off all further Barbara research until after I've graduated. I'm antsy enough as it is; my escape fantasies need no encouragement!)
asakiyume posted a link to this article about Barbara Newhall Follett. Follett published her first novel, the tale of Eepersip who ran away to live in the woods, dance with the butterflies, and become a wood nymph, when she was twelve in 1927. In 1939, Follett herself disappeared.
So of course I had to find out more about her. In the sixties her mother and a researcher published Barbara; the unconscious autobiography of a child genius, which tells the story of her life largely through excerpts of her writing: her letters but mainly her stories, some of which are reproduced in full and all of which, even the one she wrote at six, are marvelously lucid.
I think this is a dubious method, quite frankly. I think you can understand general themes of a person's thinking through their stories - Barbara was clearly obsessed with escape, for instance - but they draw specific parallels which are, to my mind, unwarranted.
And the novel itself - The House without Windows? Well...
I might have loved it if I read it at eleven. But, reading it at twenty-two, it has two strikes against it.
First, it's so very repetitious. Every few pages Eepersip crowns herself in flowers and dances "as she had never danced before" with the butterflies, birds, other assorted animal friends, the waves, or the snow. She spends an enormous amount of time reveling in Nature, which seems to be what most people like about the book, but I would like a little more incident and a little less description.
Unfortunately most of the book's incidents involve Eepersip's parents trying to catch her, which brings me to my second problem: Eepersip is so very solipsistic. It's hard to enjoy her reveling in nature and making friends with chipmunks and kidnapping her little sister (but don't worry, Eepersip takes her home when she realizes Fleuriss would cramp her style) when I felt so bad for her poor parents.
Nonetheless I'm curious to read the other books she wrote, especially the two novels that remain unpublished. All of Barbara's papers, including those novels, are stored in a box at Columbia - and you have no idea how I want to hop on a bus and go read them...
(I think I need to put off all further Barbara research until after I've graduated. I'm antsy enough as it is; my escape fantasies need no encouragement!)
