Uncle Mame: The Life of Patrick Dennis
By Eric Myers
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Edward Everett Tanner III, under his pseudonyms of Patrick Dennis and Virginia Rowans, was the author of sixteen novels - most of them bestsellers - including the classics Little Me and Genius. But, despite the success of his other works, he is by best known and best remembered for his most indelible creation - Auntie Mame.
Born and raised in the affluent suburbs of Chicago, Tanner moved to New York City after World War II and embarked upon a writing career. His first two books were published with a whimper - attracting few reviews and fewer sales - and his third book was rejected by nineteen publishers before being accepted at a relatively small house. But Auntie Mame became a phenomena spending two years on the bestseller lists, adapting into a successful play, movie, and later a musical. As a result of this and later successes, Tanner made millions and became the toast of a certain bohemian segment of Manhattan arts society. He also spent every cent he ever made. Torn between his wife and family and his own awakening realization of his homosexuality, he separated from his wife and moved to Mexico. By the early 70's, his writing career over, he embarked upon a new career - as a butler to some of the wealthiest families in America.
Based on extensive interviews with co-workers, friends, and relatives, Uncle Mame is a revealing, appealing portrait of a great American character. Easily the counterpart of such revered wits as P. G. Wodehouse and Evelyn Waugh, Dennis is not only the man who brought camp to the American mainstream but he also lived a life as wild, poignant, madcap, and intriguing as any of his own books.
Eric Myers
Eric Myers is the co-author of two previous books, Screen Deco and Forties Screen Style, and has written for The New York Times, Opera News, Time Out, and Quest, among many others. He is a film publicist and lives in New York City.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Some of the best-loved and best-remembered reads of my early adolescence were the books of Patrick Dennis. "Auntie Mame" left a nearly indelible impression, while its sequel, and the novels "The Joyous Season," "Tony," and "Little Me" were as eagerly devoured if not quite as unforgettable. On the recommendation of a friend I picked up a copy of "Uncle Mame" certain that I was going to be wildly entertained, but alas it was not so.I don't really know why this book didn't capture my imagination, though I do know that throughout, Dennis (nee Edward Everett Tanner III, aka, Pat Tanner) remains a somewhat shadowy figure, aloof and unapproachable. Myers never closes the gap between Tanner and his readers or indeed, between Tanner and himself. I had the impression that for all the delving into Tanner's life, particularly the facts of his sexuality, Myers is no more familiar with the subject of his book than is the reader. I don't necessarily blame the author; it's clear he's done his legwork on this book, interviewing those friends and family members who survived Tanner. It's just that the information as presented casts no revealing light on the man. We're told over and over again that Pat Tanner is a charming, gracious man, but see little evidence of it. We're told of his process of self-discovery, in re. his sexuality (And I give points to Myers for the way he handles it, unfolding the facts slowly rather than making it a primary issue from page one.) but I never got a real feel for either his conflict or the blunt reality of his homosexuality.Oddly, the book comes alive when Myers is discussing the other people in Tanner's life. In particular, his crazy aunt Marian lends herself to some very vivid narrative. Marian always claimed she was the original inspiration for Mame Dennis, though Pat always denied this absolutely. Either way, she's an unforgettable character, and Myers is at his best when writing about her misadventures. Also fascinating is the material about two of Pat's best friends, Cris Alexander and Shaun O'Brian. Cris in particular comes across as a vivid, creative, funny man, and I found myself wishing that the book had been about him and his partner, O'Brian, rather than Tanner.To be fair, I think Meyers was constrained by Tanner's personality. He seems a creature of opposites. Over and over, it's said that he was a kind, generous, gentleman, but his own words are cool (even cold), sardonic and frequently waspish, and paint a very different picture. His children adored him, we are told, but in the same chapter we learn that he ruled them with an iron will, often shamed them into good behavior, and preferred to teach them to play bridge or mix martinis for his guests, than to do parent-type things with them. We're told that he and his wife, Louise, loved one another deeply, but see scant evidence that they were more than just buddies who produced two children together before she and Pat separated when he felt the need to be more honest about his sexuality. We're told that he was generous to a fault to crazy aunt Marian, but his letters to her are cold and self-justifying, explaining that he has very little money himself (hardly true; he lived extremely well) and can't spare any more for her. And certainly while there was no reason for him to continue to support her, the tone he takes with her made me uncomfortable in light of all the praise that had been sung on his sweet nature. Over and over, we're told one thing and shown another.In the end, Tanner comes across as a sad, eccentric man who was easy to like but hard to know. I suspect that the force of his personality is not something that can be captured in print. I would recommend this book with reservations. If you're a huge fan of Tanner's work or interested in post-war New York, this might be just the book for you.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5The book is interesting, though not especially well-written. Die-hard Patrick Dennis fans will want to read it.
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Uncle Mame - Eric Myers
PROLOGUE
It took William Makepeace Thackeray to concoct Becky Sharp, Jane Austen to invent Emma, and Oscar Wilde to conceive Lady Windermere. Memorable ladies all, and their creators are equally celebrated. Auntie Mame is even better known and more beloved by the general public, but how many people remember the man who gave her to us?
In the quarter century since his death, Edward Everett Tanner III (also known pseudonymously as Patrick Dennis and Virginia Rowans) is in danger of slipping through the cracks of history. During the mid-1950s and early 1960s he was one of the most widely read authors in the United States and enjoyed the unprecedented status of having three books on the New York Times bestseller list simultaneously. Now, when he is remembered at all, it is chiefly for Auntie Mame. People assume that the book is based on fact—that young Patrick really was raised by a madcap New York aunt—when in reality, he grew up rather conventionally as part of an upper-middle-class family in the Chicago suburb of Evanston, Illinois. Once he left those confines, however, he led a life as unusual—and as poignant—as that of any fictional character he could have created.
Auntie Mame was only one of Tanner’s sixteen novels. The book made him a millionaire and has earned its place as a perennial pop classic of American fiction. Millions of readers worldwide turned Auntie Mame into one of the most beloved ladies in twentieth-century popular literature. The madwoman of Washington Square
was an eccentric New Yorker who adopted her orphaned young nephew, Patrick, led him through a series of kooky misadventures, and gave him an upbringing that administered a swift symbolic kick in the pants to Eisenhower’s America. The warmth, style, and joie de vivre of this bighearted eccentric earned her a place somewhere between Holly Golightly and Lorelei Lee in the pantheon of unforgettable female characters in American fiction. Here’s Patrick Dennis giving his first impressions of life with his auntie:
Auntie Mame’s days were spent in a perpetual whirl of shopping, entertaining, going to other people’s parties, being fitted for the outlandish clothes of the day—and hers were even more so—going to the theater and to the little experimental plays that opened and shut like clams all over New York, being taken to dinner by a series of intellectual gentlemen, and traipsing through galleries of incomprehensible pictures and statues. But with all of her hectic, empty life, she still had plenty of time to devote to me. I was dragged along to most of the exhibitions, the shopping forays with her friend Vera, and to whatever functions Auntie Mame thought would be Suitable, Stimulating, or Enlightening for a child of ten. That covered a wide range …
A hit stage play, a hit movie, a hit musical, and a movie—not exactly a hit—of the musical proved Auntie Mame’s durability over the years, with a parade of Mames that included Rosalind Russell, Greer Garson, Bea Lillie, Angela Lansbury, and Lucille Ball. It seems that every actress of a certain age played or wanted to play Auntie Mame. And at one time or another virtually all of us have wished that we had a real Auntie Mame in our lives.
Novels such as Auntie Mame, Little Me, and Genius have made Tanner a modern American counterpart to such revered British wits as P. G. Wodehouse, Ronald Firbank, and Evelyn Waugh. Tanner was really the first American writer to popularize High Camp, and to introduce that elusive esthetic into mainstream fiction. Funk and Wagnalls defines camp as a comical style or quality typically perceived in banal, flamboyant, or patently artificial gestures, appearances, literary works, etc., that intentionally or unwittingly seem to parody themselves.
Although the term made its way through theatrical and homosexual enclaves as early as the 1930s, it wasn’t until the mid-1960s that it became common currency. In her pioneering 1964 Partisan Review essay, Notes on Camp,
Susan Sontag wrote: The whole point of camp is to dethrone the serious.
And nobody dethroned the serious like Tanner. The man had a keen way with a social scalpel. He used camp to puncture the pretensions of the Ozzie and Harriet era.
Tanner was one of the last and best practitioners of a literary genre that is now virtually extinct: the light comic novel. In the age of the Internet, cable TV, and the VCR, literature has been freighted with heavy baggage it was not always meant to assume. Throughout the first two-thirds of the century, American novelists such as Thorne Smith, Cornelia Otis Skinner, Max Shulman, Anita Loos, and Patrick Dennis delighted hordes of readers with novels designed only to entertain—and perhaps satirize a social stratum or two. Tanner never really took his own work seriously; he attributed his success mainly to the huge numbers of travelers and invalids who devoured his books. They seem to be constant companions to the bedpan and the steamer basket,
he playfully confessed.
And yet Tanner continues to influence new generations of writers. Feminist commentator Camille Paglia told the New York Times that Auntie Mame was her Bible: I read it periodically. I consider it one of the greatest books of my life … . I have no respect whatsoever for what is called the serious novel of the postwar era. This book, on the other hand, has a kind of magic insight into sex and gender and society in the period since World War II.
Novelist, screenwriter, and Obie-winning playwright Paul Rudnick (Jeffrey, In and Out) is a longtime fan of Tanner’s work. He was like Cole Porter,
says Rudnick, "in that he was one of the first writers who had a camp sophistication that crossed over. That probably was not something he intended. He simply wrote about what he loved. That pleasure became infectious, and the world responded. I think sometimes he’s either dismissed or merely enjoyed because his books are so purely entertaining, but they’re also major social history. You could really create a time line from Edith Wharton through Patrick Dennis to Tom Wolfe. If you want to get really pretentious about it, you could go all the way back to Moliere. They were people who were fascinated by the social mores of their time, and they were excellent reporters. Patrick Dennis really makes you feel sometimes that you’re eavesdropping or reading someone’s diary, or opening someone else’s mail. And there’s nothing more delicious than that! It’s literature that attains the pleasure of gossip."
Brilliant, quirky, and utterly charismatic, Tanner was as much an eccentric as Auntie Mame herself. Although both Tanner and his books were uproariously funny, and he was beloved by those close to him, his life was marked by an underpinning of frustration and melancholy. You know, he was really a tragic clown,
said his widow, Louise. Ultimately, Tanner was forced to turn his uncompromising insight onto himself.
Nearly thirty years have passed since Pat Tanner walked away from his typewriter for good. As we move further and further away from his era, it’s becoming clear that his legacy risks being forgotten or even ignored. The man and his work are badly in need of rescue.
PART ONE
Edward Everett (Pat
) Tanner III, aged 4 (1925)
ONE
Kid Stuff
Chicago’s leafy, peaceful, upper-middle-class suburb of Evanston, Illinois, forms the backdrop for the opening scene of the novel Love and Mrs. Sargent by Virginia Rowans. In 1961, when the book was published, Ms. Rowans had already written three other novels. Her alter ego, Patrick Dennis, had written four, including the runaway bestseller Auntie Mame. Neither Ms. Rowans nor Mr. Dennis ever actually existed, but together they formed the pseudonymous literary persona of Evanston’s own Edward Everett Tanner III, known to his friends simply as Pat.
Evanston today looks much the way it did when Pat Tanner was growing up there in the 1920s and 1930s. Its compact downtown borders the southern edge of Northwestern University, which still retains its Gothic-spired, halls-of-Ivy design. The broad, shady streets of the residential districts are lined with two-story Victorians, low-slung Prairie School bungalows, and opulent mansions built by trade barons at the end of the last century. The town exudes a quiet, comfortable feeling that inspires nostalgia: it’s a bit like the setting of a Booth Tarkington novel, or an MGM backlot set for an Andy Hardy movie.
The entire east side of the 1500 block of Asbury Avenue, between Lake and Davis Streets, was unfortunately demolished in the early 1960s by the Methodist Church for a low-rise office complex, but the west side of the street has changed little over the past eighty years. At 1574 Asbury Avenue, a vaguely Prairie-style two-story house still stands, although it has recently suffered an ignominious frosting of gray stucco. There is no plaque on the house to mark it as the childhood home of the author of Auntie Mame.
This comfortable, upper-middle-class residence had a picture window fronting the street and a large solarium in the rear. On the side was a garage, a late-1920s addition, with space for two cars. Inside the house, everything was smartly upholstered in black sateen with brilliant turquoise welting, the result of a stylishness that always came naturally to Pat’s mother, Florence. Although she had been born and raised in the much smaller town of Ottawa, Illinois, sixty miles southwest of Chicago, Florence Thacker had always been known for vast quantities of chic and charm that made her a hit in Chicago social circles. She could charm the birds right off the trees,
Pat often said of her.
Florence was one of three women in the house at 1574 Asbury Avenue. There were also Pat’s sister, Barbara, born ten years before him, and his grandmother, Samantha Thacker, Florence’s mother, who doted on him. Another lady known for her charm, Samantha was already a bit senile by the time Pat was born, and she got progressively dottier. Young Pat quickly learned how to take full advantage of Grandma’s increasing memory loss. One day when she took ten-year-old Pat and a group of his friends into the Loop for a matinee, Pat convinced her upon exiting that they had not yet gone inside and seen the show. He then steered her and his pals straight into the Rivoli burlesque house next door, where they all happily spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying a lengthy anatomy lesson. Grandma never knew the difference.
The women in Pat’s house adored him, and his sister, Barbara, became his best friend. But Edward Everett Tanner Jr. was clearly displeased by his son. He had been hoping for something quite different. Imposing, athletic, and decidedly masculine, Edward Tanner wanted a son in his own image and never ceased to remind Pat of that fact.
Born into a prominent family in Buffalo—his uncle Alonzo Tanner had been Grover Cleveland’s law partner—Edward Tanner II grew up in a household with close ties to the nascent Christian Science movement. His mother, Mary Williams Tanner, was one of the best friends of Christian Science founder Mary Baker Eddy. Pat would often mention what a frequent guest Mary Baker Eddy had been in Mary Tanner’s home—especially whenever Eddy was hiding out while recuperating from clandestine medical treatments. I think that might have contributed to Pat’s contempt for religion,
Pat’s widow, Louise, once said with a note of dryness. Mary Williams Tanner eventually succumbed to cancer when she refused all medical care. Pat described his paternal grandmother as an individual whose only redeeming feature was that she was a Democrat.
Once grown-up, Edward left Buffalo and worked his way into the Midwest. In Ottawa, Illinois, he met Florence Thacker at a dance at the boat club. Although a farming community, Ottawa had a rigid class system, and the local boat club was the equivalent of a yacht club anywhere else. Florence had a young daughter, Barbara, by a marriage that had ended in a divorce—a rarity in that time and place. However, this did not deter Edward from proposing to Florence and accepting young Barbara as his own daughter. Edward would prove a better father to Barbara than to Pat—he did not carry the same expectations for her—and Barbara adored her new daddy. As far as she was concerned, Edward would always be her real father.
The family moved to Evanston, and Edward became a successful Chicago commodities dealer. He dealt in futures and commodities and maintained a seat on the Board of Trade until the Great Depression tightened its grip in 1932. During World War I, he had distinguished himself as a pilot and a flying instructor. Well into adulthood, he kept up his athletic pursuits; he excelled in many sports and was a duck hunter and champion swimmer. In most ways, he was the antithesis of the dreamy, artistic kid he considered himself stuck with for a son. Pat was decidedly not the kind of boy who liked to go out and toss the football around.
Evanston, a bastion of Presbyterianism, had a strict social structure, and the Tanners placed fairly close to the upper crust. Staunch Republicans, they proudly hosted a fund-raiser for Alf Landon when he was running for president. Pat’s childhood friends remember Florence as a somewhat society-minded but genuine person, while their image of his father is of a cold, distant, and vaguely threatening man. When it came to parties and the social circuit, however, Ed and Florence Tanner knew how to bring out the flashiest, most entertaining aspects of their personalities. They made a dazzling couple, brimming with charm and wit. Always a popular pair of guests, they knew how to keep a party moving.
The Tanners’ sense of humor was always evident in the Christmas cards they chose to send. After the 1929 stock market crash, they mailed out their season’s greetings on canceled stock certificates. By the time Pat was in his teens, he was designing the Tanner family Christmas cards in full color and writing the Tanner-specific greetings in pithy doggerel. (Pat never liked having religious holidays shoved down his throat. When a high school friend sent him a card reading Let’s put the CHRIST back in Christmas,
Pat did up his own card in reply: Let’s put the NO back in Noel!
)
Pat always liked to say that he was born in the same bed in the same room in the same Chicago hospital as writer-actress Cornelia Otis Skinner (Our Hearts Were Young and Gay), but in a different year. Skinner was born some twenty years before Pat, who was born May 18, 1921. (Pat became friendly with Ms. Skinner later on, and she was a frequent dinner-party guest of Pat and Louise’s years later in New York City. According to Louise, Pat always thought she was a terrific camp.
) Although he was named Edward Everett Tanner III, Pat received his nickname before he was born. When Florence’s petite waistline expanded alarmingly with what was obviously going to be a huge and actively kicking baby, Ed Tanner started calling the unborn child Pat after the Irish heavyweight boxer Pat Sweeney. Sweeney was an enormous bruiser, a dirty fighter who was known for kicking his opponents. When Pat Tanner finally entered the world, he weighed in at a full eleven pounds.
From the very beginning, Pat seemed fascinated with the adults who surrounded him and was constantly observing situations and eavesdropping on gossipy conversations that would eventually find their way into his books. And did you know she’s having an affair with her doorman?
Florence would be whispering to a neighbor while five-year-old Pat would be petting the dog and taking it all in. Before long he was learning how to shock, épater les bourgeois, a pastime with which he would amuse himself all his life. As early as his grade-school years, he had a favorite morning ritual: He would sit in the picture window at the front of his house reading Ballyhoo, the 1920s equivalent to Playboy. Once he was certain that all of his classmates had taken shocked notice of him on their way to Dewey Elementary School, he’d finally leave the house and be in his classroom at 9 A.M. sharp with a sly grin on his face.
Meanwhile, Pat was developing a fascination for all things theatrical. His best childhood buddy was Gordon Muchow, a boy of the same age who lived around the corner. Gordon was also stagestruck, and he and Pat used to dress up in costumes whenever they could and stage backyard extravaganzas. Soon Pat put up a theater in his basement, replete with primitive lighting and sheets for curtains, and he and Gordon would put on skits that Pat wrote. Other kids in the neighborhood always got recruited for the casts. On one occasion Pat and Gordon collaborated on a play that they called The Prince Who Found Happiness. Pat directed and Gordon was the star. For the two of them, it was quite a production, and they wanted to perform it for a bigger audience. When Health Day came around at Dewey Elementary School, it was the perfect opportunity to stage the show there. Pat made the simple addition of one final line for the King: And now, we will all go have a feast of green vegetables!
And that, of course, made the production an appropriate entertainment for Health Day.
It wasn’t the only time that Pat and Gordon performed at school. When they were both ten, they did an Apache dance, with Gordon dressed as a French streetwalker and the much taller Pat as a maquereau tossing him around the Dewey Elementary School auditorium. Saturday afternoons, the two friends would often go down to the library to read the theater magazines. Sooner or later, Gordon would usually run off to play baseball with the rest of the neighborhood boys, but Pat always declined. I kind of felt sorry that he didn’t get involved in that more,
says Gordon, but it didn’t bother him at all. I’d be with him, and the other guys would say, ‘Come on, we’re getting up a game,’ and I’d go over, and he’d go off by himself and do something on his own.
According to Gordon, Pat’s lack of interest in athletics never caused him to be bullied or ostracized. He was well liked and accepted by everyone. But,
Gordon points out, when he walked, he kind of rose up on his toes, and some of the guys would kid him about that. He walked that way, and I walked sort of like a duck—you know, flatfooted. I imagine the two of us walking down the street looked kind of funny.
The two boys liked nothing better than the chance to dress up in costumes and act out various characters. In a 1931 snapshot the two ten-year-olds are pursuing their favorite activity: Gordon Muchow is wearing a cowboy outfit and imitating Tom Mix, while Pat, who towers over him, is garbed in an evening gown, posing as a pigeon-breasted society dowager in supreme Margaret Dumont style.
Gordon had a clubhouse in his backyard where he used to build model airplanes and play Ping-Pong. When Pat would come over, he wouldn’t join in with the model-airplane building or at Ping-Pong, but he kept Gordon and the other neighborhood kids amused with a constant stream of stand-up comedy and movie-star impersonations. I think he always had a great empathy with women; a great understanding and a great interest in women,
says Gordon. "This sensitivity to the female viewpoint was almost everywhere, in almost everything that he did in those skits of ours. And he was awfully good at it. He would repeat a performance that he’d just seen in a movie or a play. My dad loved him. He’d come over to the house, and my dad would always encourage him to put on these skits for us. I remember that Pat was always impressed by the female parts. He’d imitate the way an actress entered a nightclub, for example. The one that really sticks in my mind was an imitation of a telephone operator at a switchboard. That came from a movie. It was one of my dad’s favorites; he’d always ask for it." Twenty-five years later, it would turn into a memorable moment in both the novel and the play of Auntie Mame.
Pat and Gordon often went to see the theater productions of the summer school of nearby Northwestern University. Northwestern was then and remains one of the most prestigious theater schools in the country. For both boys, that was a formative experience; they felt lucky to have such good theater so close to their front door. By the time they were eleven, Pat and Gordon were taking the el into the Loop and spending the day seeing one movie after another, an endless parade of early talkies in magical movie palaces like the Oriental and the United Artists and the Chicago.
As the Busby Berkeley era of movie musicals took hold, a tap-dancing vogue swept the country. Everyone, especially stagestruck children, wanted to take tap-dancing lessons. One out-of-work dancer, hit hard by the Depression, began giving tap lessons after school to the students at Dewey Elementary for a quarter apiece, and Pat and Gordon signed right up. Not every child had a quarter to spare, but the teacher would usually let everyone stick around and take lessons anyway. Sometimes Pat would even come up with a quarter for a kid who couldn’t afford it. Pat had more money than I did,
says Muchow, and he was very generous with it. We liked malted milks and things like that, and if I didn’t have the money, he’d always buy one for me. He got a bike—oh, a wonderful bicycle. And when we entered seventh grade, it was a new school a couple of miles away. He used to give me a ride to school every morning, with me sitting on the handlebars of his bike. He was always very, very nice. To everybody.
Often when Pat came to visit Gordon, Gordon’s sister Phyllis would be doing household chores such as washing the dishes or scrubbing floors. Before long, Pat had nicknamed her Cindy, for Cinderella. He enjoyed chatting with Phyllis and going over her movie-star scrapbooks with her. We always adored him because he was so much fun and so smart; very up-to-the-minute on everything,
Phyllis says, laughing, today. He even gave me tips on how to wear my eyeliner!
Dispensing beauty advice was the kind of behavior that caused some of Pat’s adult neighbors to refer to him as effeminate. His young friends, however, weren’t as quick to label him. Instead, they tended to think of him as grown-up, sophisticated, and artistic. They perceived him as one of their own, if perhaps a bit of an oddball. And a bit of a schoolmarm: even as a boy, he insisted on using somewhat florid English and didn’t hesitate to correct anyone who trifled with the language. "You don’t loan things, you lend them. Loan is a noun, not a verb."
Every single day, as long as I knew him, it was a play,
says David Peterson, who was a close friend of Pat’s from kindergarten days. "He woke up in the morning and said, ‘This is what we’ll be today.’ He loved to surprise people, shock people, create a situation for himself that others could join. A neat guy. He was the personification of Mame. Delightful, carefree, didn’t hurt anybody, but didn’t want to be run-of-the-mill either. He loved doing the oddball kind of thing. There were about ten of us who started kindergarten together and remained friends through high school. We had a wonderful, wonderful, fun childhood."
Pat indeed made sure he had plenty of good times outside the house. What happened inside was something he rarely discussed. He didn’t speak of his family often,
explains Peterson. He never discussed his problems with his father. His life was too much make-believe, and that was too serious.
Painfully, cruelly serious. The older Pat got, and the more pronounced his interests and personality became, the less Ed liked him. Ed started calling his son a pansy.
Pat’s childhood friends remember his mother with great fondness as charming, sophisticated, and friendly. A volunteer librarian at Dewey Elementary School, Florence got to know many of them. Gordon Muchow particularly liked her. She let us have the run of the house,
he says. We could do whatever we wanted; if we needed more sheets for curtains for the basement theater, she’d let us have them.
(Another friend, however, remembers Pat’s father blowing up at Pat when he asked for ten dollars’ worth of lighting equipment for the theater.)
My grandmother Florence did a lot for people,
says Patrick’s niece Susan, now Sister Joanna Hastings of the Dominican Sisters of the Perpetual Rosary in Milwaukee. She always welcomed new neighbors by taking food over to their homes the day they moved in, so they wouldn’t have to cook. She even did that when they moved to the Gold Coast. And she was a hospital volunteer. During the First World War she drove an ambulance for a Chicago hospital, and she liked it so much that the hospital kept her on as a volunteer nurse. She continued to do that during the Second World War, and after. When I had my tonsils out, there she was at my bedside, working at the hospital in her gray uniform.
The Tanners weathered the first few years of the Great Depression fairly well, but by 1932, Ed had a huge cash flow problem. He had generously lent large sums of money to friends and colleagues who had been much harder hit by the Depression than he. Few of his friends were able to repay him, and he eventually spent all of his operating capital bailing them out. To repay his own debts and break even, he was forced to sell his seat on the Chicago Board of Trade. The Tanners’ flashy lifestyle—which included a sixteen-cylinder Cadillac with chauffeur—had to change.
Ed was able to keep the house, but expenses had to be reined in. He found work in property appraisals, but his reduced circumstances started taking an emotional toll. Ed and Florence had always been party people who enjoyed a good drink—Roaring Twenties types out of an F. Scott Fitzgerald novel—but in 1932 Ed began drinking heavily, a habit that would continue the rest of his life. It could not have been easy on the rest of the family. Fortunately, Pat had allies in his mother and his older sister. Barbara had been an only child for the first ten years of her life and was thrilled when Pat was born. She adored Pat from the moment he came into the world, and as Pat grew older, he would always refer to his sister as his best friend. Pat looked up to Barbara; she was one of the few people whose word meant something to him. But by 1935, Barbara had married and moved out, leaving Pat and Florence to deal with Ed’s drinking bouts alone.
TWO
Growing Pains
Pat and Florence shared a sneaky, subversive sense of humor that helped them cope with Ed’s alcohol abuse. The two devised some clever ways of getting back at him.
One night Ed came home thoroughly soused after going swimming at the Chicago Athletic Club. He walked in the door, threw himself on the sofa, and promptly passed out. It had already happened too many times, and Pat and Florence were getting sick of it. Let’s do something to make him sorry he did this,
said Florence. They promptly got out a bottle of nail polish and painted all of his toenails bright red.
When Ed finally came to, he faced quite a surprise. For days afterward, Florence and Pat would innocently ask him, Haven’t you been swimming today?
And Ed would mumble, Uh, no, I didn’t feel like it.
Of course he had no idea how the nail polish had got on his feet in the first place, nor how to get rid of it.
But Ed’s drinking, and his sullen resentment of Pat, were not the only problems Pat and Florence had to face. Not until Pat was ten did he find out his mother had been married before, and that his beloved Barbara was really his half-sister. At fifteen, Pat learned a nastier family secret: his father had been keeping a mistress for years and had no intention of terminating the relationship. The news undoubtedly soured his feelings toward his father that much more. Florence was living with this burden of knowledge as well, which could not have been easy on Pat. As the years went by, Florence would develop a drinking problem of her own. It’s not at all surprising that Pat eventually followed suit.
There were still good times to be had outside the house, and Pat did his best to forget his unhappy home life and enjoy his friends. By playing the court jester, he was able to create an atmosphere of fun around himself that counteracted the gloom he endured at 1574 Asbury Avenue. Pat developed a pattern he would repeat throughout his life: he used his humor and sophistication as a shield, rarely allowing others to break through into his more guarded zones. He had no problems discussing his mother with his friends; he was fond of her and loved her sense of humor. But his father was a subject he almost never brought up.
Pat was now growing up in a world of cotillions and fortnightlies
—formal dances for teenagers held biweekly at the Evanston Women’s Club. Under the hawkeyed supervision of one Miss Jessie Pocock, young Evanston boys in suits and white gloves waltzed with the town’s subdebs while their parents watched from a balcony and Miss Jessie circulated, instructing boys to go over and invite the wallflowers to dance. Pat, a good dancer and adept conversationalist, was quite popular with the young ladies of the cotillion.
Mildred B. Jones Mathers met Pat at an eighth-grade cotillion when they were both twelve. They formed a close friendship and didn’t lose touch until they were in their forties. We were like two comedians,
she says. We played off each other’s lines. I think Pat kept himself this way on purpose as a defense mechanism, so people wouldn’t ask questions, so that everybody would always be happy and like him and he’d like them. He was always making jokes and so was I; I think I understood what he was doing, so I never broke the barrier and he didn’t either. But there had to have been troubles in his life when he was young for him to be the way he was. You read people, and you know when they’re hurt, and when they’re not like other people. You knew the minute you met Pat that he was looking for friends and that he did not have that support at home. He was fearful and looking for acceptance. He was like a puppy. He wanted you to love him; he wanted you to make a fuss over him.
I wonder,
says one friend who prefers to remain anonymous, whether Pat wasn’t concealing his own sexual desires from himself. These days, that may be hard for young people to imagine. But the internalization of the fear and disgrace that existed at that time—and even today, I’m sure—well, there was really no place for a person to turn. And with a father like his—my God. I didn’t know the father very well, but just between us, I never liked him. He was a ramrod, a man who would have had no sympathy at all for what he would have regarded as a terrible thing. He would have been part of the new right-wing Republican cause if he were alive today. Pat generally couldn’t stand him.
Ed Tanner was known to spout his bigoted opinions quite freely, which may have contributed to turning Pat into a staunchly liberal Democrat. Years later, Pat would use him as the model for two of his most flagrantly prejudiced characters: Mr. Upson in Auntie Mame and the reactionary table guest in Guestward Ho!
As Pat entered adolescence, his love of the theater grew stronger and became a mainstay for him. He was particularly fascinated with scenic design and began thinking that he wanted to make it his life’s work.
As a teenager, Pat joined the Boy Scouts, which may seem like an odd step for a kid who was anything but the all-American boy. However, skits and playlets made up a huge part of the activities of Evanston’s Troop 5 and gave Pat a chance to write, design, and act. Webster Jones, one of the boys in the troop, became friendly with him. He was utterly unlike anyone else I knew,
says Jones, and he was the life of any party he went to. Pat was three grades ahead of me in school; I used to see him walking to school, bobbing up and down. But the first time I really got to know him was in the Boy Scout troop at the Episcopal church called St. Mark’s. When I got in the troop, Pat was treasurer. Then he quit the troop within a year. That was in 1936. Even after he got out of the troop, he was very helpful in aiding us on plays. Pat would draw the set designs for us and help us with makeup and costumes. One time I needed a skit for the patrol. I went over to his house and said, ‘Pat, I need a skit for next week.’ He sat down at the typewriter and typed this thing right out.
Here’s an excerpt from that example of Pat’s juvenilia, dated 1937:
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MUSIC IS HEARD (Flat Foot Floogie
)
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That was one of the tamer skits. A bit more risque was the one he wrote for another Scout troop at the Evanston YMCA. One of its lines, spoken by an eleven-year-old boy in front of an audience full of parents, was "I’d like to introduce Mr. and Mrs. Bates and their little son Master