Shelved Dolls: Dorothy Parker – Hemingway Really Hated Her. Also, Midgets!

I hate Women;
They get on my nerves.
There are the Domestic ones.
They are the worst.
Every moment is packed with Happiness.
They breathe deeply
And walk with large strides, eternally hurrying home
To see about dinner.
They are the kind
Who say, with a tender smile, “Money’s not everything.”
They are always confronting me with dresses,
Saying, “I made this myself.”
They read Woman’s pages and try out the recipes.
Oh, how I hate that kind of woman.

Crowninshield loved her. Her first article for Vanity Fair was in 1916, and it was entitled “Why I Haven’t Married” (she was 23 at the time – it was an era where you’d have to be good at everything so early). In it, she explained that it was mostly because men were idiots. She further claimed that she was looking for “an English tailored Greek God, just masterful enough to be entertaining, just wicked enough to be exciting, just clever enough to be a good audience.”

And then she met Edwin (Eddie) Parker II. He was a stockbroker, and a descendant of William Parker, who had settled in America in 1636. Though he came from a family of clergymen, Eddie was an atheist, and when Dorothy revealed that her family was Jewish he said that he “could not imagine why that concerned her.”

He was also an alcoholic, though at that time Dorothy never drank herself. She recalled in Big Blonde, one of her more autobiographical works (and one that ends with an attempted suicide) that “she liked him immediately… she was enormously impressed with his fast, slurred sentences.”

This doesn’t end well.

They married in a non-religious ceremony in 1917. Almost immediately after war broke out, and Eddie joined the corps. Dorothy continued writing for Vogue – she’d been promoted to a features writer! – but ran into trouble when she wrote a piece about interior decorators around town which she entitled “Interior Desecration.” Edna Chase, who had ot seen the piece before it was published was horrified, and said that “more than one decorator swallowed hard and counted to ten before expressing his feelings about it,” but she had a grudging respect for Dorothy saying that she was “a small, dark haired pixie, treacle sweet of tongue, but vinegar witted.”

Things were better at Vanity Fair, where Dorothy Parker had more freedom to write whatever she liked, in spite of Crowninshield’s constant reminder that “There’s an old lady sitting in Dubuque and she has to be able to understand everything we print.” Crowninshield soon hired Dorothy to replace P. G. Wodehouse as Vanity Fair’s drama critic, and, oh, her drama reviews. OH.

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    • Phil

      These shelved dolls articles are fascinating; the Edie Sedgwick one, and this one were excellent.

      I had a dream last year; and it was obviously, some famous blond….a beauty…from the past talking with me; I seen a white couch in some sort of mansion, which back in time, the couch would have been considered rich…..but today would not be worth much at all….I figured that out when in the dream.

      Then, some rich guys face turned ugly (instantly) …with time? …Or sickness?…looking almost devilish; then he died, and I woke up.

    • Lauren

      I’m really enjoying this Shelved Doll columns. This one has been my favorite so far because I’m ridiculously late to the Dorothy Parker party. She’s always someone I mean to learn more about and then never do. This really inspired me to finally get on that. The Portable Dorothy Parker has been sitting in my Amazon carts for months. I think it’s time I purchase it. Thanks.

      Also, that article you wrote for, has to be one of my favorite things you have ever written. I read it when it was first published, but I had to go read it again when you linked it here.

      • Jennifer Wright

        Thank you re: Salon. You’re really not supposed to pick favorite pieces, but it is my favorite, hands down.

    • MR

      Yeah, Dorothy will always be interesting. Hemingway is a dickbag – Amanda, are you going to let her get away with that? :)

      • Amanda Chatel

        Jennifer and I already had it out about this last night. She threw her martini in my face, I pulled out my boxing gloves and we were both promptly escorted out of The Algonquin.

      • Jennifer Wright

        I mean, I won.

      • Amanda Chatel

        That’s just because she refused to lace up my boxing gloves… some friend. Pfft.

      • MR

        I can read Hemingway the person pretty well. If only he had been capable of loving a woman as much as he loved himself, he may have not ended up the way he did. Speaking of which, my girlfriend has been on me about blogging here, saying it’s not appropriate for a guy. We actually had a big fight about this last night. As is, I have a six month timeline til I can finish purchasing something and take full title of it. Another asset that will complete my portfolio. She and I will be together a little over a year then, and things should be a lot clearer for us then too. So I’m going to connect them, though they are not connected. Anyways since she has come more than half way to me, I will do what she asks. She is a good woman, and is good to me. Hope you guys are okay with this. Or as we said in the ’70s: “Keep on keeping on.”. Yes, I do actually know how to correctly punctuate a sentence, Ashley (?) :)

    • Lindsey

      I got a compilation of her poetry from a used book store and it turned out to have a correspondence written within, some genuine weirdness dated decades ago.

      I love her, I wish I was sharp as her.

      Also, this and the article were great. You are great, a good writer, and probably super fun at parties even if the parties are just nibbling hors d’oeuvres in a bathroom stall.

    • Luigi Juarez

      One of the things that’s always intrigued me about Parker was her attempt at writing a novel (following her divorce from Edwin in 1928) but never finishing it. It’s a detail that’s asked me to assess the rest of her written work, nearly all of which involves short-form (articles, reviews, and stories) and even shorter-form (poems and “sketches”) literature.

      I say “nearly” because she did, in fact, write several plays. Although their lack of success relative to the other stuff only furthers my following point. That is: Parker both knew she was the cleverest girl in the room, and professionally *made it known* with pieces that were easily digestible. Her cleverness wasn’t the “easily digestible” part. The types of writing she used as outlets was.

      I liked how your feature went over the figures of the Algonquin Round Table. Herman Manckiewicz famously declared them, “The greatest collection of unsaleable wit in America”– an ironic pronouncement because as you know, they all made quite the living tapping into that “unsaleable wit” (but since Manckiewicz would later link up with Orson Welles to write the brooding Citizen Kane, he probably would’ve been a bore to hang out with, anyhow). I think for Parker, her friends at the round table played a unique role. It’s not just about possessing wit but also about surrounding yourself with individuals who make coin from mining and producing works of said wit. Benchley apprenticed his “punning linguist” persona at the Lampoon and assured himself working for The New Yorker. Sherwood wrote comedies and had to duck under many a doorway. Woollcott showcased his high-pitched voice in radio and looked like Peter Griffin…

      … ok, ok, so I’ve slowly moved devolved describing how these guys looked funny.* But one peek at Hirschfeld’s famous caricatures of them and maybe you could also see why.

      Aside from her wit, however, my favorite quality of Parker’s is one that is often relegated as second-in-line: her social commentary. She had this amazing knack of perceiving the absolutely silly ways we human beings navigate through our zippy lives. And that’s why so much of it feels so damn contemporary, too. I’m reminded of her short story, “You Were Perfectly Fine” (1929), which could’ve served as a first draft of The Hangover (2004) in its tale of waking up after a night of too much drink to a morning of too many unanswered questions, firing off the tongue. Or “The Standard of Living” (1941), where Annabel and Midge low-ball their guess as to how much a particular “string of pearls” actually costs (spoiler alert: it’s a lot, lot more, and they can fall in line with Austin Powers’ Dr. Evil at severely underestimating the march of economic inflation). In these stories and others, Parker managed to apprehend the accelerating pulse of modern urban life, and capture those moments where we actually have enough time to second-guess our pace amid the frenzy (and, of course, look *completely* ridiculous in doing so). Given how fast we currently live, it’s not surprising how often and how strongly those moments resonate off the page today.

      No wonder her wit was so “quick.”

      *I’ll always maintain that she was quite the looker, too. She and Audrey Hepburn have that brunette, pixie-air down pat!

      • Luigi Juarez

        P.S. I got that date of The Hangover wrong but who cares

      • Jennifer Wright

        Yes to all of that. Also, if we’re sharing favorite stories (You Were Perfectly Fine is really good) mine is is “Advice to the Little Peyton Girl”. I can’t find a record of it online, but it was staged by Tallulah Bankhead in 1937 and you can see the script here:

    • fashion blog

      nice post :)) I like it !

    • MadameDakar

      Anyone know where to find a copy of “Interior Desecration”? I’d love to send a copy to my interior designer mom and sister. (The gene skipped me — I live in squalor.)

    • MadameDakar

      Anyone know where to find a copy of “Interior Desecration”? I’d love to send a copy to my interior designer mom and sister. (The gene skipped me — I live in squalor.)

    • Rassles

      “They didn’t take it seriously until Hemingway didn’t take it seriously, and then they realized the magnitude of the thing.”

      Revelation. Stars and shining things.

    • Jennifer Bunner

      I really liked this article, of course, like I love all the Shelved Dolls articles, but I have to point out that the term “midget” is an offensive one and shouldn’t be used to describe a Little Person. Peter Dinklage even talks about it in Question 10 of his Playboy interview

    • Sibyla

      I hate Hemmingway as a person. And I can´t read him anymore – it´s so phony! So false macho! Had he writen as he really was: a tormented, unsecure human being, somenthing deeply interesting, Capotesque might origin. But these papier-mache big game hunters? Oh no!

    • Julian O’Dea

      This is a very silly and girlish piece.