ABINGTON, Pa -- Penn State laureate Linda Patterson Miller, professor of English at Penn State Abington, will continue her journeys throughout the Pennsylvania Commonwealth during the weeks ahead. Miller will be speaking at Penn State Harrisburg on Oct. 12 and at the Penn State Mont Alto campus on Oct. 13, where she will lecture on “Searching for the Lost Generation.” This talk, open to the public, will be begin at 2 p.m. in the Mont Alto Library. At noon on Oct. 17, Miller will hold a public forum at Penn State York campus. Her presentation on the “Lost Generation and Why the Arts Matter” will be held in the Lee R. Glatfelter Library, in the Pullo Family Performing Arts Center.
Follow Miller’s travelogue “Literary Landings,” online at http://laureate.psu.edu/Linda_Miller where her latest entry draws upon her recent experiences at Penn State Altoona and addresses a question she is often asked: “Why Hemingway?”
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Literary Landings with the Penn State Laureate: In the Chapel of Art
By Linda Patterson Miller, 2011-12 Penn State laureate
En route to my September travels as “laureate-in-residence” in western Pennsylvania, I spent time at Penn State Altoona. As I descended the circular stairway into the Edith Davis Eve Chapel, where I was to speak on “Ernest Hemingway in Letters, Literature and Life,” I encountered three elderly gentlemen who were carefully making their way into the building with walkers and canes. They were palpably excited. They had traveled from their Veterans’ Home in nearby Hollidaysburg, Pa., drawn to the lecture by their love of Hemingway. They had read everything of his, they told me, and they could not wait to talk about him more. “Nobody wrote about life and war the way he did,” one said emphatically.
They had arrived early and sat themselves in the front row. I reminded those who gravitated toward the back rows that, as a minister’s daughter, I had always been required to sit visibly in the front row. No back-benchers, either in my father’s church or in the Altoona chapel where we had gathered to meet Hemingway and the Lost Generation.
During my appearances thus far as Penn State laureate, I have often been asked directly, “Why Hemingway?” I respond that Hemingway is both one of the most misunderstood American artists and one of the most important. We call him the "Father of Modern American Prose" because he changed the way writers wrote.
Most writers today acknowledge their debt to Hemingway and the way he has influenced their style. Essentially, Hemingway sought to convey the emotional truth of what it means to be human. He studied the Modernist painters in Paris and wanted to write the way the painters painted. He recognized that their paintings unsettled viewers in their new techniques that distorted traditional perspectives. Hemingway adopted some of those techniques, including omission and cubism, so as to create a world centered on emotions rather than physicality.
Reading Hemingway's best stories is like stepping into a room where you feel that something has happened that you can't quite pin down. Unfortunately, Hemingway's iconic image gets in the way of people actually reading his works. They tend to see the macho persona (the guy who liked to fish and hunt and even fight) and fail to recognize that what Hemingway really captures in his art is the human condition, for both men and women.
And so, as we continued to talk about Hemingway in that Altoona chapel, I reflected on how fitting it was that I, too, not unlike my father, was on the mission field. It might not be the mission my father would have envisioned, but it is the same mission that Hemingway and his Lost Generation colleagues -- those seekers of truth in the aftermath of a fractured, war-torn world -- embraced, and perhaps what those three Hemingway aficionados from Hollidaysburg knew.
Archibald MacLeish, who had given up a partnership in a Boston law firm to go to Paris to write poems, said it best for all of them. “It was the art I owed.” As he concluded, “There is no art to come: there’s only art -- the need, the now, the presence, the necessity . . . the sun.”
As the late afternoon sun filtered through the cylindrical stained glass windows of the Edith Davis Eve Chapel, we watched as the stunning splash of color, rendered cubistically, added its own modernist backdrop to our ongoing discussion about the ways that art gives us back ourselves.
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