She was educated at home in New England by literary parents, Wilson and Helen Follett, and at the age of four she began to type out her own imaginative stories. By thirteen she had already published a novel (The House Without Windows, Knopf, 1927), and with the publication of her second novel a year later, she seemed launched on a literary career. Then the events of her in
She was educated at home in New England by literary parents, Wilson and Helen Follett, and at the age of four she began to type out her own imaginative stories. By thirteen she had already published a novel (The House Without Windows, Knopf, 1927), and with the publication of her second novel a year later, she seemed launched on a literary career. Then the events of her inner life and her outer world seemed to conspire against her vivid energy—the separation of her parents, the Great Depression, her own frustrating and unhappy marriage. Finally she fulfilled a prophetic vein in her writings, which sought flight from the human world to an enchanted, unspoiled world of nature. In the winter of 1939, in a mystery that has never been solved, Barbara Newhall Follett disappeared.
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Hardcover
,
146 pages
Published
1966
by University of North Carolina Press
This is an absolutely fascinating book about someone I had never, ever heard of. A collection mainly of her letters, poems and stories, held together by the narrative of the biographer, the book traces the life of Barbara Newhall Follett from her earliest writings to her mysterious (and still unsolved) death at age 25.
There was something absolutely tragic about the entire thing--watching her progress from brilliant and happy to brilliant and successful to brilliant and trapped in a terrible mar
This is an absolutely fascinating book about someone I had never, ever heard of. A collection mainly of her letters, poems and stories, held together by the narrative of the biographer, the book traces the life of Barbara Newhall Follett from her earliest writings to her mysterious (and still unsolved) death at age 25.
There was something absolutely tragic about the entire thing--watching her progress from brilliant and happy to brilliant and successful to brilliant and trapped in a terrible marriage and a terrible job. Her writing changes from stories of girls running free in the woods, to stories of girls giving up their dreams.
She was conscious that a few floating ragged streamers of rainbow still clung about her. She must carefully strip them off now, and put them into the trash-basket. In a few minutes it would be time to sally out to work. And you couldn't go to a respectable job in a bookstore with rainbow rags drifting about your shoulders, or star-dust in your hair... The rain surged down with a steady drone. Well, it was time to go to work. Couldn't hang about the window all day. She peered out one more into the gray. As far as she could see, not even a cat was out.
By the end, she was just journaling and sending out increasingly desperate letters to friends. It's ridiculous, when you consider the fact that most people aren't even published by twenty-five, whereas her career was essentially over at seventeen.
I don't know if this is a book for everyone, but it read quickly and was, as I said, incredibly interesting. Now, I just need to try to get my hands on her original, apparently impossible to find books....
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This work is part biography and textual analysis. While credited as editor Mr. McCurdy is doing much more than this. He provides us a look into the life and the unpublished writings of Ms. Follett. With help of Barbara's mother he has worked through family photos, letters, and the ill-fated Barbara's own words to uncover the mystery of both the child and the young woman who was fated to die too soon.
As those of us who have followed her tragic story know she was entranced with the desire to esca
This work is part biography and textual analysis. While credited as editor Mr. McCurdy is doing much more than this. He provides us a look into the life and the unpublished writings of Ms. Follett. With help of Barbara's mother he has worked through family photos, letters, and the ill-fated Barbara's own words to uncover the mystery of both the child and the young woman who was fated to die too soon.
As those of us who have followed her tragic story know she was entranced with the desire to escape the world of normality and driven ever closer by the men she loved and was betrayed by. Her brilliance was like a candle burning twice as bright but only for half as long. Like many child stars success came easy and happiness seemed insubstantial. Her vanishing act will remain one of the great literary mysteries of America and at this point most likely one never to be solved.
We must optimistically hope that her words in the story "Lost Island" led her to a haven somewhere: "She remembered one day, alone and half-afraid, she had put her arms around a young white pine, leaned her slender body upon it, and felt at once as though she had a friend".
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The most imaginative writing from a young person; her correspondence is amazing and brimming with life and strong opinions and longing ... her life a mystery never solved. Great piece in Lapham's Quarterly about her here:
http://www.laphamsquarterly.org/essay...
Barbara Newhall Follett (born March 4, 1914 – December 7, 1939 (disappeared)) was an American child prodigy novelist. Her first novel, The House Without Windows, was published in 1927 when she was thirteen years old. Her next novel, The Voyage of the Norman D., received critical acclaim when she was fourteen.
In 1939 she became depressed with her marriage and walked out of her apartment with just t
Barbara Newhall Follett (born March 4, 1914 – December 7, 1939 (disappeared)) was an American child prodigy novelist. Her first novel, The House Without Windows, was published in 1927 when she was thirteen years old. Her next novel, The Voyage of the Norman D., received critical acclaim when she was fourteen.
In 1939 she became depressed with her marriage and walked out of her apartment with just thirty dollars when she was 25 years old. She was never seen again.