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Willa Cather seems to have missed every critical boat that set sail during the 20th century. As Joan Acocella in Willa Cather and the Politics of Criticism shows, modernist critics, who worshipped at the shrine of Joyce, Proust, and Kafka, found little to interest them in Cather. For the Marxist critics of the 1930s, she had even less to offer. The New Critics of the '40s and '50s could not get much of a critical workout from her straightforward, however august, novels. The attempt of academic feminists to turn her into a lesbian, and so a fit subject for Women's Lit — a notion and a category that would have appalled her — never really came off. So criticism missed out on Cather, the greatest American novelist of the 20th century. 

Cather deserves this accolade because of her own literary genius but also because of the diminishing reputation of her literary contemporaries. Hemingway today borders on the ridiculous with his bluff code of manliness and coarse self-promotion. Poor F. Scott Fitzgerald, dead at 44, left two enduring books, The Great Gatsby and The Crack-Up, only one of them fiction. William Faulkner, whose Rococo prose style, played with the foot down heavy on the pedal, long ago entered the realm where it is much easier to admire than actually to read him. Meanwhile, Cather's achievement seems today even greater than when she was alive. 

Without being a conventionally religious woman, Cather had great respect for religion. Death Comes for The Archbishop, her account of two French priests making their way across the new world of North America to found a church in Santa Fe (not yet New Mexico), is the most beautiful religious novel written in America or in any other country. Respect for religion does not do a modern writer's reputation much good. Edmund Wilson, for example, got off the Evelyn Waugh train at Brideshead station, and he felt that T.S. Eliot's religion was chiefly reinforcement for what he thought were Eliot's reactionary views. 

Cather had her admirers, Rebecca West, Katherine Anne Porter, and Eudora Welty among them. Wallace Stevens thought America had no better novelist. She also had a grand subject, perhaps the grandest of American subjects: immigration and its travail, and she got the most out of it. She had intimate knowledge    of immigrant life, having grown up in Red Cloud, Nebraska, and lived  among the people about whom she would later write with such insight and sympathy.

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Anonymous
October 31st, 2011
3:10 AM
When I was in the hospital as a boy my father brought me My Antonia, and O, Pioneers!, and after that I could get enough of the great Willa Cather.

Deborah L Quinn
October 30th, 2011
6:10 PM
Song of the Lark is also one of the few (the only?) books of early 20th century about a female artist in which the woman doesn't die, give up, wreck the lives of those around her. Instead Thea flourishes and lives a life of art. Beautiful. And the Professor's House not only illustrates the US Southwest but also the losses that confront us in middle age...i could go on and on, but yes, she's one of the best writers of the 20th c...

claus
October 30th, 2011
6:10 PM
You don't know a lot about F. Scott Fitzgerald. "Tender is the night" is one of the best novels I know.

ptarmigan
March 9th, 2011
9:03 PM
I couldn't agree more. 'Death comes to the Archbishop' and 'The Professor's House' are haunting novels, particularly due to the landscapes. Her characters are subtly and generously drawn. 'The Song of the Lark' is to my mind a great achievement too, although uneven in places- it is one of the few novels which has ever been able to articulate what it is like to be a musician. When I moved house recently and my books had been misdirected, I felt that everything was ok when my Cather collection turned up. Anyone who has not read her yet has a treat in store!

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