Second Glance: The Daringly Sensible Marjorie Hillis
/In the summer of 1936, as Margaret Mitchell’s Gone with the Wind settled in at the top of the fiction bestseller charts, the top nonfiction slot was occupied by a book that – at first glance – couldn’t have been more different. Marjorie Hillis’s Live Alone and Like It is a brisk and bracing self-help guide for women who, by choice or accident, find themselves "settling down to a solitary existence." Reissued in 2008 by the UK’s Virago Press, the book is a paean to making your own choices, mixing your own cocktails, and learning to enjoy the company of men while not being afraid of losing it.
One of Marjorie’s early Vogue recollections is of the day she was supervising a sitting when the great dancer Mordkin posed before our cameras. He felt his personality would be more dynamic if he wore only a cotton fig leaf. This was all right with Marjorie, who breezed through the sitting without a qualm, but she had quite a time explaining it to the beau who came to fetch her toward the end of the afternoon and spied all that Mordkin. “I think you should remember, Marjorie,” he said coldly, “that you are a minister’s daughter.”
As the chapter “Etiquette for a Lone Female” makes it clear, this minister’s daughter wasn’t afraid to take on the question of sex and the single girl – here, tactfully phrased as “How late is it proper for a woman living alone to entertain a man friend, and how can she get him to go at the correct time?” Her answer is radical in its way, suggesting that it depends on who you’re asking – “your Aunt Hattie,” “the girl on the floor below,” and “propriety” all have their convictions, but what really matters is what time you, the hostess, want your guest gone. If you want a man to “stay long enough to take the milk in” you might offend some people, but the idea is dismissed with a shrug. That’s between you and your milkman. Oh, and “There is little danger that you will have to call the lift man or open the window and scream. It may happen, but don’t get your hopes up. You have to be pretty fascinating.” Here and elsewhere, Hillis has little patience for fantasies and fairy tales, for stories invented to scare women into staying home or delude them into romantic uselessness. Amid the frivolity, there is a serious core to these books – a prerequisite of living well is being honest and realistic about yourself and the world you live in.That frivolity, though, is first-class. For anyone with retro tastes in fashion, food, or design, the book and its illustrations (by Cipé Pineles, a graphic designer who worked for Condé Nast and became, at Glamour, the first female art director of an American magazine) are a delight. And what reader doesn’t need a lesson or two about her evening toilette? For the curious:
of course, you’ll need négligées – at least two, one warm and one thin, and many more as you can afford …And don’t think that four bed-jackets are too many if you belong to the breakfast-in-bed school. A warm comfortable one for everyday use and warm grand one for special occasions. A sheer cool one for summer mornings, and a lacy affair to dress up in.
Be in no doubt that being “of the breakfast-in-bed school,” and dressing up to belong to it, are vocally encouraged – it’s “one of the major delights of living.” However, I’m ashamed to report that even after owning this book for a year, my bed-jacket quota is still at zero.At the sad moment when she finally does have to get out of bed, the reader is spurred on with promises of one-woman tinned dinners and the slightly equivocal reassurance that “though you may have no maid and are definitely anti-domestic, things are not hopeless.” Specific recipes for corned-beef hash, baked mushrooms and green turtle soup are airily delegated to other books and magazines – food clearly comes after drink, both in the chapter placement and the author’s interest. But in chapter nine, “A Lady and her Liquor,” the rules for cocktail hour, and the recipes for the drinks, are laid down with a will of iron. Be warned that “worse, even, than the woman who put marshmallows in a salad is the one who goes in for fancy cocktails.” Learn to pour Scotch over ice and mix Martinis, Old Fashioneds, and Manhattans, and “do not try to improve on them. You can’t.”Outside the home, the books enthusiastically endorse activity, exploration, and a spirit of adventure, and condemn “repining” and helplessness as the cardinal sins. Live Alone and Like It, accordingly, offers a three-page list of "have yous" for the Londoner, cajoling single ladies to activity: “Have you walked a cross London Bridge on a cool summer night, or across Westminster Bridge in the autumn when the Embankment lights are brilliant red and yellow? Have you visited the great markets in the very early morning and seen the carts of green and yellow vegetables, and god and scarlet fruits, and the stalls of various foods and drinks of every nation? Have you been to a prize-fight?” (No, Marjorie, but I’ll go if you take me.) New in town and don’t have any friends? Well, “put your hat on at once and go out and start making them” – at “women’s organizations, political clubs, churches, YWCAs, poetry groups, bridge lessons, musical circles, skating clubs, riding-classes, university extension lectures, and what-not.” Whatever the “what-not” is that inspires you, the lesson is to use the resources of your community to find an identity beyond your job, your family, or (especially) your single status. “Be a Communist, a stamp collector, or a welfare worker if you must, but for heaven’s sake, be something.” Yet the picture Hillis paints of the sprightly and ingenious “live-aloner” offers an appealing identity in itself – I suspect readers then and now don’t want to be stamp collectors but want to be like Marjorie Hillis, confidently flitting through identities and experiences with a bon mot and a wink, all the while guarding her independence fiercely.Those readers were therefore shocked when, on August 1, 1939, the 49-year-old Hillis married Thomas Roulston, a wealthy supermarket magnate several years her senior, and set up home with him in Huntington, Long Island. Newspapers relished the opportunity to trumpet Hillis’s betrayal of the phrase that had made her name, although from the first line – “This book is no brief in favour of living alone” – Live Alone and Like It makes it clear that “solitary refinement” should ideally be a temporary state. Its author certainly never suggests that solitude is better than companionship, or that renouncing love is heroic – in amongst the “Miss As” and “Mrs. Cs” whose stories illustrate the moral lessons of the book are plenty who end up, like the woman who has her admirer fix up her shelves, happily married – “thereby putting Miss. W. out of this book.” Hillis does not preach solitude as an end in itself – the virtue of independence lies in “liking it,” or developing the ingenuity, gumption, and self-confidence that it takes to really enjoy one’s own company. Accordingly, her writings after Orchids on Your Budget diversified to celebrate other pleasures: Corned Beef and Caviar for the Live-Aloner appears to be the cookbook that Live Alone had earlier promised (or threatened), while New York Fair or No Fair was a commissioned travel guide for women to the 1939 World’s Fair.Marjorie Hillis Roulston was married only ten years before her husband passed away. She sold the house in Long Island and returned to the city, turning her attention to advice books for women whose prospects and pleasures were routinely ignored by the magazines she had worked for in the past: You Can Start All Over (1951), aimed at widows, and Keep Going and Like It: A Guide to the Sixties and Onward and Upward, published in 1967. Hillis died shortly afterward of a stroke at the age of 82. One can’t help but hope that her end was painless and sudden, and that she enjoyed a civilized breakfast in bed right up to it.___Joanna Scutts teaches literature -- from the Greeks to Virginia Woolf -- to unsuspecting freshmen at Columbia University. Originally a Londoner, she now lives in Astoria, New York, and is working on a book about modernism and memorialization after the First World War.