Loving Frank: A Novel by Nora Horan

feminist, mother, Tailesin mistress

Mamah, May-muh, Martha!  She was born at the wrong time and wrong place! She was educated in Ann Arbor Michigan at the turn of the 20th century, had the pedigree of the upright Midwestern railroaders who valued work and honesty, married a decent and loving businessman-gregarious provider, had the tenacious intellect of a sharp librarian-school marm and suffragist-feminist, was a “looker”,  but she was too crazy in love with a man who would have given her the world but could not. Darn!

Mamah Cheney could have had it all but she was sideswiped by her lust for life on the fastlane, the big ego of Frank Lloyd Wright, the promise of being the polyglot sidekick of Swedish born suffragist Ellen Key, and in the end, she had nothing for herself and her two (three including her orphaned nephew) children who she left behind to find love and fulfillment with the iconic architect.

This fictional account of a love story gone tragically wrong and painful, leaves me reeling with wonder, I cannot help but raise some points that challenge thinking outside the home, domesticity, community, society and even world affairs.

First of all, can a mother really be so wildly in love  so as to leave her very young children behind to traipse all over Berlin, Italy and Japan to pursue finding herself and her paramour’s budding career? Given that Frank Lloyd Wright was really brilliant (after the fact), was he really worth it?  Her marriage to Edwin Cheney was flailing but was she really really that unhappy? She had little Martha with Edwin while she was consorting with Frank!  I think it was a case of moral fiber fraying and falling dangerously to an abyss that she couldn’t get enough fortitude to  figure herself out of.

Granted that it was the zeitgeist of women’s emancipation and feminism, the attendant focus on lack of rights to get out of bad marriages, lack of equal pay for men and women, identity issues surrounding motherhood and caring for children, did Mamah really blaze into the forefront to liberate women of all ages for all time? Or did she just end up exonerating  herself?

Was her sacrifice worth the cause?  Her alliance with Ellen Key’s cause was almost a chance event in her search for herself and her raison d’etre for villyfying her home and turning her loved one’s lives upside down. The Swedish suffragist had modern ideas about women’s morality and new feminist roles, I think Mamah was eagerly quick to translate Key’s ideas as seen through her private moral dilemma, adultery.  In Berlin, Key was tagged as the “wise fool of the feminist movement”, vacillating between being a protector of children and the essence of mothering as a human species-forwarding endeavor versus a woman’s fulfilling her happiness through achieving her personhood through being allowed the choices and liberties to propel one’s potential. I think Ellen Key was wise, period.  In Nancy, France, she had told Mamah to find herself first, without Frank, and pursue her own niche in the world, otherwise Frank will just be another “diversion”. It was Mamah who could not find her moral compass and was torn, time and time again between her love for her offspring and her love for Frank and herself. It is a pity that her “soulful” translations of Ellen Key’s work coulda-woulda been heard by a bigger audience had she sent it to The Atlantic Monthly and not published with those who were affiliated with Frank Lloyd Wright’s folios.

Horan’s skill in writing allowed for her characters to be heard, to be seen in both good and bad lights, she allowed all their foibles, their humanity to filter through the puritanical times when society was quick to judge moral turpitude.  She allowed her readers to look for understanding and to be compassionate; that her characters were flawed, slaves for higher ideals of truth and beauty and most of all, love. But in being so, they chose paths that were dangerously selfish and hurtful to others.

I will not be quick to say that the tragedy of Mamahs’ end in Taliesin is divine retribution, but simply a horrific event in the life that already has gone through baptism by fire, a fall from grace that happens when people are just going about their daily lives because people are the way they are, fallen from the very start.