I
was saddened to see this morning that Florence King had passed yesterday. I don't have
time to write much here. National Review Online has a proper obituary, written
by Jack Fowler, and it’s great. Here’s
an excerpt:
Florence King was one
of the premier writers of the 20th century. In particular, as a book reviewer,
she was unrivaled. And was there a better scourge of multiculturalism than the
crotchety, gin-swilling, chain-smoking, off-colored prose perfectionist who
fired off verbal mortars from a nicotine-and-tar patina-d apartment on Caroline
Street? I don’t think so. She is an important part of the history and fiber of
this institution known for harboring great writers. Her thousands upon
thousands of adoring fans — many of whom she counted as pen pals (she loved
getting letters from her readers) — will agree.
One private thing:
Florence was spiritual — at least that she felt the spirit of a few departed
souls, especially her famous Granny. That led her to think, maybe . . . A few months back she asked me to pray for
her, and I did, and she was happy to know that rosaries on Bill Buckley’s old
beads were being said for her. It gave her comfort, and maybe there were other
consequences. But tonight I will say another prayer for her, and I hope you
will too, because if you were someone who derived great enjoyment from reading
Florence King, know that, at the end, she sought peace, and if we can help her
rest in it, we should.
When I was young and a budding conservative, I devoured
the old National Review magazines, and one column I could not miss was the Florence King column, which I believe
was on the back end of the issue. When I proclaim the rightful superiority
of traditional conservatism, Florence King was one of those writers that had an
impact on my thinking. Here's how her Wikipedia entry characterizes her
conservative philosophy:
King was
a traditionalist conservative, but not a "movement conservative," and
she objected to much of the populist direction of the contemporary
American Right. King labeled herself a "misanthrope." She was an
active Episcopalian (though she often referred to her agnosticism), a member of
Phi Alpha Theta, and a monarchist.
Monarchist? Well, she probably was and that's about as
traditional a conservative as one gets. To be fair, King's father was British,
and so that may be referring to her British, Tory leanings.
But she most definitely was a misanthrope. That
characteristic is the one I most remember about her. I pulled up a few of her
quotes posted on Goodreads. Let
me share a few.
She never married and from what I gathered she was mostly
a hermit:
“Keep
dating and you will become so sick, so badly crippled, so deformed, so
emotionally warped and mentally defective that you will marry anybody.”
She was always ready to touch on her misanthropy:
“Misanthropes
have some admirable -- if paradoxical -- virtues. It is no exaggeration to say
that we are among the nicest people you are likely to meet. Because good
manners build sturdy walls, our distaste for intimacy makes us exceedingly
cordial. “Ships that pass in the night.” As long as you remain a stranger we
will be your friend forever.”
She had the ability to read the very core of people:
“Hell
hath no fury like a liberal arts major scorned.”
And,
“The
belle is a product of the Deep South, which is a product of the nineteenth
century and the Age of Romanticism. Virginia is a product of the eighteenth
century. It's impossible to extract a belle from the Age of Reason.”
Being a southerner, she frequently wrote about it.
“One of
the most startling phenomena I ever witnessed occurred in the South after the
Arab-Israeli Six-day War. I doubt if the world has ever seen such a rapid
ceasefire in antisemitism. I heard one Southern man after another say in tones
that i can only describe as gleeful: 'by dern, those Jew boys sure can fight!'
One man seriously recommended that Congress pass a special act making Moshe
Dayan an American citizen so that he could become Secretary of Defense. He had
obviously found a new ‘hero;' as he put it 'That one-eyed bastid would wipe out
anybody offin the map whut gave us any trouble.”
And
“Southerners
have a genius for psychological alchemy ... If something intolerable simply
cannot be changed, driven away or shot they will not only tolerate it but take
pride in it as well.”
But her greatest gift was her wit and way with words:
“A woman
must wait for her ovaries to die before she can get her rightful personality
back. Post-menstrual is the same as pre-menstrual; I am once again what I was
before the age of twelve: a female human being who knows that a month has
thirty days, not twenty-five, and who can spend every one of them free of the
shackles of that defect of body and mind known as femininity.”
Rest in peace Florence King, I shall forever remember
reading you at night in that beloved magazine.
I confess to not knowing anything about Florence King.
ReplyDeleteRIP
God bless.
Quite alright Victor. God bless to you too.
DeleteI used to read her in NR too. She was pretty great.
ReplyDeleteA fellow NR reader! I wouldn't have guessed Jan. Well, maybe I should have guessed. Thanks.
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