Ruth Moore

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This article is about the author Ruth Moore. For the American bacteriologist, see Ruth Ella Moore.
Ruth Moore, April 1956, Photographer Unknown.

Ruth Moore (1903–1989) was an important Maine author of the twentieth century. She is best known for her honest portrayals of Maine people and evocative descriptions of the state. Now primarily thought of as a regional writer, Moore was a significant literary figure on the national stage during her career. Her second novel Spoonhandle spent fourteen weeks on the New York Times bestseller list in the company of George Orwell, W. Somerset Maugham and Robert Penn Warren. In her time, Moore was hailed as "New England's only answer to Faulkner".[1]

Life[edit]

The Moore Homestead on Gotts Island, Maine, c. 1910. Photographer unknown.

Moore's family first settled the Maine midcoast region in the late 18th century. She was born in 1903 on Gotts Island, a small island just off the southwestern tip of Mount Desert Island, Maine.[2] Moore attended Albany State Teacher's College (now SUNY Albany). In 1926, Moore moved to New York City where she worked as personal secretary to Mary White Ovington, one of the founders of the NAACP. Ovington had spent many summers at her brother's cottage on Gotts Island and had gotten to know the Moore family. In 1929 Moore accepted a position as Assistant Campaign Manager with the NAACP working directly for the organization's head James Weldon Johnson. In the summer of 1930, she traveled to the south as an NAACP investigator, where she successfully unearthed evidence that led to the freeing to two African American youths falsely accused of murder.[3]

Moore's first published work, a poem "Voyage", appeared in a 1929 issue of the Saturday Review of Literature. Moore returned to Maine in late 1930. She briefly attended the University of Maine, before returning to New York City. From 1932-1935, Moore worked as assistant to Dr. John Haynes Holmes, a prominent minister and associate of Ovington's. In 1935, the novelist Alice Tisdale Hobart hired Moore. She moved with the Hobarts, first to Washington, D.C., then to Berkeley California.

During a visit to Maine in 1940, Moore's sister introduced her to Eleanor Mayo. Mayo accompanied Moore on her return to California with the intention of attending the University of California. The two would remain together until Mayo's death from a brain tumor in 1981. Moore and Mayo moved back to the East Coast in 1941. After a brief stay on Gotts Island, the couple moved to New York City. Moore quickly found a job at Reader's Digest. Moore's debut novel, The Weir, was published in 1943. Her story "It Don't Change Much" was published in The New Yorker in 1945.

In 1946, Moore followed her earlier success with her sophomore novel, Spoonhandle. She sold the film rights to 20th Century Fox. The film, retitled Deep Waters, was filmed on location in Vinalhaven, Maine and released in 1948. The sale of Spoonhandle gave Moore the financial success she needed to return to Maine. She and Mayo purchased land on the west side of Mount Desert Island and set about building their house. Though the couple traveled extensively, they never again moved away from their beloved Maine.

Moore died in nearby Bar Harbor in December 1989.

The regional label[edit]

For much of her literary life, Moore resisted being classified as a "regional" author. In a 1980 letter to author Sandford Phippen, she described "regional" as one of only two dirty words — the other being "interview". In the same letter, she stressed her belief that Maine "is a microcosm of everywhere else."[4] Editor Sven Davisson writes in the introduction to Foley Craddock, "[Moore] was a regional writer only in the sense that one could call Faulkner regional, in that he wrote of his 'postage stamp of soil.' Both writers had the gift of capturing the universal in the local... A novel about New York City or Chicago is ever and always about New York City or Chicago, while a novel about Maine or Jefferson, Mississippi, in adept hands, could be about any place in the world."[5]

Assessment of her writing[edit]

Though lauded by the middlebrow reviewers of the New York Herald and Saturday Review, Moore drew carefully measured and mixed reviews from the more stringent New York Times. Eventually the Times quit reviewing her books after it became apparent that Moore was never going to reach the full potential shown in her first two novels. Her book sales came, for the most part, from the second-tier book clubs and through serialization in magazines with a readership drawn from lower-middle class housewives. Her book sales diminished appreciably within her lifetime, and Moore was eventually dropped by her publisher. Today her books are re-printed by a small press in Maine, and her books are often sold in Maine souvenir shops to tourists; thus, leading credence to the assertion that Moore was a Maine regional writer. However, regional writing 50 years ago was a subset of the romance genre, and as such would not accurately describe her work as the regional label would today. While her strengths rested in her masterful descriptions of Maine's impressive coastal area, Moore often veered close to hyperbole, and her metaphor usage could on occasion become confusing and bordered on unintentional self-parody. Moore's writing style was flawed by uneven character development and depth, and, tellingly, while her works were originally intended in the 1940s for an adult audience, her novels became more popular a decade later with female teen readers. This is not to say that Moore's writing has no value for the modern reader, only that like other middlebrow writers of her era, John O'Hara comes to mind, her ego and self judgment of her writing far exceeded what she was capable of producing. Unlike O'Hara, Moore did not receive any major national writing award. Moore's work compares favorably to John Steinbeck or Alice Tisdale Hobart (Moore's former employer), but not to Kathleen Norris or William Faulkner.

Bibliography[edit]

Novels[edit]

Poetry[edit]

  • Cold As a Dog and the Wind Northeast (1958)
  • Time's Web (1972)
  • The Tired Apple Tree (1990) ISBN 978-0-942396-59-1

Collections[edit]

  • High Clouds Soaring, Storms Driving Low: The Letters of Ruth Moore (1993) ISBN 978-0-942396-66-9
  • When Foley Craddock Tore Off My Grandfather's Thumb: The Collected Stories of Ruth Moore and Eleanor Mayo (2004) ISBN 978-0-942396-92-8

Short Fiction and Essays[edit]

  • “Pennies in the Water,” The American Girl July 1942
  • “The Ladies from Philadelphia,” Harper’s Bazaar August 1945
  • “It Don’t Change Much,” The New Yorker October 1945
  • “Farmer Takes a Newspaper,” The Saturday Review of Literature July 1948
  • “The First Christmas Spent in the House Ruth Built,” Boston Sunday Post December 1963
  • “The Lonely of Heart,” Puckerbrush Review 1989
  • “How Come You’re Picking My Violets,” Tuesday Weekly
  • “Some Notes On Clerks of the Works,” Bar Harbor Times
  • “St. Columba's Mission,” Ashé Journal 3(2) Summer 2004

References[edit]

  1. ^ When Foley Craddock Tore Off My Grandfather's Thumb, Blackberry Books, 2004.
  2. ^ Homesick For That Place: Ruth Moore Writes About Maine
  3. ^ Richard Hallet, "Spoonhandle Comes Back To Maine", Portland Sunday Telegram, October 5, 1947.
  4. ^ High Clouds Soaring, Storms Driving Low: The Letters of Ruth Moore, Sandford Phippen, editor, Blackberry Books, 1993, p. 371.
  5. ^ Foley Craddock, p. xiv.

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