Parnassus on Wheels (Barnes & Noble Digital Library)

By Christopher Morley and James Hynes

This edition includes a modern introduction and a list of suggested further reading.

The charm of Christopher Morley’s first novel, Parnassus on Wheels, lies in its improbability: a romance between middle-aged lovers who have had no expectation or even hope of romance until now.  Also, like much of Morley’s work, it’s a love song to the redemptive power of books and reading. It’s a story with the easy rhythms of rural life; the slow, autumnal rhythm of the book-filled wagon, Parnassus itself, pulled along by the horse, Peg.  The same rhythms as Helen and Roger’s unexpected courtship, as two middle-aged characters--a plump spinster and a gingery, opinionated, itinerant bookseller, fall in love while talking about books.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Barnes & Noble
• Release date: Mar 13, 2012
• ISBN: 9781411466340

Christopher Morley

Christopher Morley (1890-1957) was an American journalist, poet, and novelist. Born in Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania, he was the son of mathematics professor Frank Morley and violinist Lillian Janet Bird. In 1900, Christopher moved with his parents to Baltimore, returning to Pennsylvania in 1906 to attend Haverford College. Upon graduating as valedictorian in 1910, he went to Oxford on a Rhodes scholarship to study modern history. While in England, he published The Eighth Sin (1912), a volume of poems. After three years, he moved to New York, found work as a publicist and publisher’s reader at Doubleday, and married Helen Booth Fairchild. After moving his family to Philadelphia, Morley worked as an editor for Ladies’ Home Journal and then as a reporter for the Philadelphia Evening Public Ledger. In 1920, Morley moved one final time to Roslyn Estates in Nassau County, Long Island, commuting to the city for work as an editor of the Saturday Review of Literature. A gifted humorist, poet, and storyteller, Morley wrote over one hundred novels and collections of essays and poetry in his lifetime. Kitty Foyle (1939), a controversial novel exploring the intersection of class and marriage, was adapted into a 1940 film starring Ginger Rogers, who won the Academy Award for Best Actress for her role.

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PARNASSUS ON WHEELS

CHRISTOPHER MORLEY

INTRODUCTION BY JAMES HYNES

Introduction and Suggested Reading © 2008 by Barnes & Noble, Inc.

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INTRODUCTION

THE CHARM OF CHRISTOPHER MORLEY’S FIRST NOVEL, PARNASSUS ON WHEELS, lies in its improbability. It’s a romance whose middle-aged lovers are a plump spinster and a gingery, opinionated, itinerant bookseller. It’s a slow-motion road trip, by horse-drawn wagon. It’s a book with the easy rhythms of rural life that features a couple of fistfights and a last-minute rescue. Most of all, like much of Morley’s work, it’s a love song to the redemptive power of books and reading, presented by a wry, commonsensical narrator who tells us right off the bat, on the first page, that while she loves books, she’s also seen lots of good, practical folk spoiled by too much fine print. Helen McGill, Morley’s improbably charming heroine, adds that Gutenberg, the German inventor of the first printing press, launched a lot of troubles on the world.

The long career of Helen’s creator, Christopher Morley, was equally quirky and improbable. He was an example of a species that scarcely exists anymore, the jack-of-all-trades literary gentleman, proficient in any number of genres, but not necessarily exceptional in any of them. In his astonishingly prolific career, he published twelve novels, fourteen collections of poetry, sixteen volumes of essays, a number of plays, and countless reviews. His literary career stretched from 1912, when he published his first volume of poetry, until 1955, two years before his death, when he published his last. His career coincided with those of some of the greatest American writers of the twentieth century—including William Faulkner, Ernest Hemingway, Sinclair Lewis, Ezra Pound, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and T. S. Eliot, to name a few—and while Morley’s work is not considered as ground-breaking or important as theirs, he was, during his day, a popular and well-respected writer. His novel Thunder on the Left, a dark fantasy about childhood and death, was considered unusual and even shocking upon its first publication in 1925, and his novel Kitty Foyle (1939), a frank first-person account of a tough working-class woman, was a best seller and was made into a popular film starring Ginger Rogers, who won an Academy Award for her performance.

But Morley was arguably more important as an editor, anthologist, reviewer, and all-around champion of literature than he was as a writer. Born in 1890 in Haverford, Pennsylvania, to English parents, he attended Haverford College and studied as a Rhodes scholar at New College, Oxford, before moving to New York in 1913. He started his literary career as a publicist and book representative for the firm of Doubleday, and he carried his enthusiasm for books and literature into his more important subsequent work as an editor and reviewer. He helped to found The Saturday Review and wrote a column for the magazine from 1924 until 1941. He was also one of the five original board members of the Book-of-the-Month Club, for whose monthly newsletter he wrote hundreds of reviews; he was one of the founders of the Baker Street Irregulars, the society devoted to the appreciation of the Sherlock Holmes stories of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle; and he was the editor of two editions of Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations. Through these activities, and his countless reviews and essays, Morley carried on his work as a popularizer and proselytizer of books he admired, helping to promote the reputations of many writers, including the American poet Walt Whitman and the great Polish-British novelist Joseph Conrad. His reviews were not literary criticism in the dry, academic sense, but more along the lines of one friend saying enthusiastically to another, "You’ve got to read this book." And this missionary passion for promoting good books was evident right from the start of his career, in his first novel, Parnassus on Wheels (1917).

It is an odd first novel for a twenty-seven-year-old New Yorker with an expensive education. Many first novels are thinly disguised autobiographies, and even when they aren’t, they tend to be rather brash, world-beating affairs, meant to show off the talent, brains, and acute sensitivity of their young authors. Yet apart from a few children, nobody in Parnassus on Wheels is younger than thirty-five and only a couple of them are under forty. What’s more, the setting is not the glittering literary world of Manhattan, but the farms, villages, and back roads of New England. Even more remarkably, the narrator is not an ambitious young man, but a never-married thirty-nine-year-old woman whose wry intelligence and unsentimental wit are belied by the narrow horizons of her life.

Helen McGill is the younger sister of Andrew McGill, the eccentric author of a series of books about the joys of rural New England life. The only remaining members of an unsuccessful family, Andrew and Helen have been living together on a farm—deliberately vague and fictionalized, the setting of the book seems to be the part of Connecticut nearest the Long Island Sound—and they have been living a much less gothic version of the sort of bachelor-brother, spinster-sister arrangement one might find in a Brontë novel. And they were happy, too, at least according to Helen in the opening pages of the book:

We became real farmers, up with the sun and to bed with the same. Andrew wore coveralls and a soft shirt and grew brown and tough. My hands got red and blue with soapsuds and frost; I never saw a Redfern advertisement from one year’s end to another, and my kitchen was a battlefield where I set my teeth and learned to love hard work.

Happy, that is, writes Helen, until Andrew got the fatal idea of telling the world how happy we were. Andrew’s book about their bucolic paradise becomes a surprise best seller, quickly followed by another, and soon Helen finds herself looking after a famous author and running the farm while he takes off for weeks at a time to do research. When a pamphlet about her brother calls her a rural Xan thippe, after the notoriously shrewish wife of the Greek philosopher Socrates, Helen decides to give Andrew some of his own medicine. Given the context of the times, when feminists in Britain and America were agitating for the right to vote, and the New Woman—i.e., the independent woman—was the subject of plays, novels, and essays (alternately frightened and enthusiastic), one might be tempted to view Helen’s discontent as feminist, but that might be stretching the point. Certainly she thinks it’s unfair that her headstrong brother gets to run all over the countryside while she cooks, cleans, and runs the farm back home, but as intelligent, stubborn, and independent-minded as Helen is, she’s not interested in overturning the social order—she just wants some time to herself.

As it happens, her opportunity comes along at just the right moment, in the person of Roger Mifflin and his horse-drawn bookshop, Parnassus on Wheels. In a novel full of cleverly sketched rustic caricatures, Roger is the most colorful character of all. A former schoolteacher, he has given up the classroom, but he hasn’t given up teaching. The name of his rolling bookshop—after Mount Parnassus in Greece, the mythological source of all poetry and literature—shows that it’s not so much a business as it is a mission. An excitable and sometimes pugnacious little guy with, as Helen notes, the bright eyes of a fanatic, Mifflin has a passion that borders on the obsessive for getting the right books into the hands of the farm families and small-town residents who are his chief customers. It’s not about the money, it’s about improving the world one book and one reader at a time. When you sell a man a book, says Roger,

you don’t sell him just twelve ounces of paper and ink and glue—you sell him a whole new life. Love and friendship and humor and ships at sea by night—there’s all heaven and earth in a book, a real book I mean. Jiminy! If I were the baker or the butcher or the broom huckster, people would run to the gate when I came by—just waiting for my stuff. And here I go loaded with everlasting salvation—yes, ma’am, salvation for their little, stunted minds—and it’s hard to make ’em see it. That’s what makes it worthwhile—I’m doing something that nobody else from Nazareth, Maine, to Walla Walla, Washington, has ever thought of. It’s a new field, but by the bones of Whitman it’s worthwhile. That’s what this country needs—more books!

It’s another sign of Roger’s bibliomania that the only reason he wants to sell Parnassus and walk away from his literary crusade is so that he can write his own book. And it’s part of the improbable charm of this light romance that Helen can only leave one bibliomaniac by taking up with another who’s even more book mad than her brother. Helen’s bid for freedom isn’t as decisive or shocking as Nora slamming the door as she leaves her husband at the end of Henrik Ibsen’s play A Doll’s House. Rather, Helen’s motivation for buying Parnassus is as much to keep the wagon, with all its books and its potential for freedom from responsibility, away from her brother, as it is to purchase freedom for herself. After all, it’s not Helen but Roger who points out the possibility of feminist payback in buying his business: "If you’re so afraid of your brother taking a fancy to her, why don’t you buy her yourself and go off on a lark? Make him stay at home and mind the farm!"

Indeed, her sudden decision to buy Roger’s business harks back to the headstrong heroines of Thomas Hardy’s novels, or even to Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre. One might say that this meeting of opposites—a plump, introverted woman and a wiry little extrovert—is a little like the meeting of Jane Eyre and Mr. Rochester, minus the mad wife in the attic, of course, and the pervading sense of doom. It might be even better to say that Helen and Roger’s first scene together is what screenwriters call a cute meet, when an ostensibly incompatible (and sometimes even hostile) man and woman meet in a funny, improbable way, but leaving little doubt as to the outcome of the story.

Of course, their alliance at the beginning is only temporary—Roger only means to accompany Helen for a day or two, to show her how to run the business and maintain the wagon—and what happens after that, as one complication after another ensues on the back roads and village greens of Connecticut, only adds to the unlikely charm of this novel. If it’s a love story roughly along the lines of Jane Eyre, it’s Jane Eyre light—nobody dies, nobody is blinded, and nobody’s house burns down. What dramatic tension there is comes from Helen’s brother’s anger at her disappearance, and his conviction that Roger is taking advantage of her somehow. There are also some