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EDNA FERBER AND OUR MOTHERS' AMERICAN DREAMS

By Susan Dworkin

     My mother, May, and my mother-in-law, Dvora, had very little in common - but they both loved the stories of Edna Ferber.

     In a writing career that spanned the first sixty years of the 20th century, Ferber penned just the sort of novels that May - a native-born New Yorker, the child of immigrants - could not get enough of. They were great American adventures starring ordinary women who struggled and survived, always against a background of magnificent scenery -- the Texas of Giant, the Mississippi of Show Boat, the Alaska of Ice Palace.

     May delighted in those glamorous comedies like "Stage Door", "Dinner at Eight" or "The Royal Family", on which Ferber collaborated with the indefatigable George S. Kaufman, one of her literary pals from the Algonquin Round Table. She admired the photos of Ferber lounging on the verandah of her country home, among pots of scarlet geraniums, and pointed out to her attentive daughter that Ferber's wealth came to her by her own devices, not because some man had died and left her a fortune. "If you must be a writer, Susan," she said, as though I were about to launch a suicidal attack on Everest without ropes, "for God's sake, write like Edna Ferber. Everything she writes sells in the millions, and she has such fabulous style."
By "style", May meant that grand dame nose-in-the-air hauteur which enabled a regular woman to come on like royalty. May loved the confidence with which Ferber wore her outfits by designers like Trigere and Scaasi. (The latter being Isaac spelled backwards. A Jewish joke. That's what I loved.)

     May assured me that Ferber had once been married. It wasn't true. In those days, a woman had to make a choice between family and art. Ferber chose art, ended up alone, self-described as "a Jewish nun", and doted on other people's children. Edna Ferber's most important Jewish novel was Fanny Herself, published in 1917, a clearly autobiographical map to her Midwestern girlhood and the yearnings of her Hebraic soul. The heroine, Fanny Brandeis, feisty and ambitious, was tempted by assimilation but proved too wise to succumb. She yearned for wealth but cared desperately about the plight of the poor. She wanted independence and dreamed of love. To the joy of Ferber's readers, Fanny managed to have both, long before "having it all" was a feminist slogan.

     Fanny Herself was my mother May's Jewish Jane Austen novel, the hit romance of her youth. But to my mother-in-law, Dvora, arriving in Detroit from Poland in 1921, Fanny Herself served as a socio-political guidebook that demystified American Jewry. A Zionist, a socialist, devotee of the stories of I.L.Peretz and the Yiddish intellectual tradition, Dvora read Ferber's description of the rural Wisconsin Jewish congregation in Fanny Herself and said to herself: "These are the American Jews who arrived before me. These are their shuls, this is their babka, this is how they dress on Yom Kippur. Thanksgiving is their secular holiday. The women often go to work and earn their own living and travel, yes, they travel alone from New York to the Rockies. Like Fanny Brandeis, they pay their own rent in Chicago. This novel is my window on American possibilities."

     Dvora never tried to dress like Edna Ferber, as May did. But she learned from Ferber how to fearlessly explore her new home. She practiced how to be a smart woman in a free country and accepted that the price a smart woman often paid in hers and Edna Ferber's generation was to end up alone. And from Ferber and her fiercely independent American heroines, Dvora learned how to bring that off with fabulous style. When I was recently directing the new audiobook recording of Fanny Herself, I imagined all three of them sitting there in the booth with our actress. I saw May, who eventually got her own verandah full of scarlet geraniums, and Dvora, who eventually explored half the world, and Edna Ferber, droll, brilliant, elegant in her favorite Trigere, writing our mothers' American dreams.

Susan Dworkin
Jewish Contemporary Classics, Inc.

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