Gertrude Stein

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Part of Pable Picasso's famous 1905-06 portrait of Gertrude Stein. Picasso was one of Stein's friends during her Paris years.

Gertrude Stein (1874 - 1946) was an American author, and self-proclaimed "genius" who lived in France for most of her adult life. For decades after her death, Stein was best remembered for her associations with, and promotions of, several famous writers and artists while living in Paris, and for creating deliberate linguistic conundrums. In recent years, there has been a renewed focus on her own opus of writings. This article focuses on the widespread difficulty people have in reading Stein, and the increasing popularity as a source of out-of-context quotes. Even English literature majors in college have often never been required to read a single work by Stein; she may be the most misquoted and least read writer of the English language.

Most famous work

Stein's most famous work was a best seller published in 1933, The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas, and it uses relatively little of the kind of confounding language that has caused Gertrude Stein to be remembered nearly a century later.

Least famous work

Stein's least famous work was published posthumously in 1947 and was entitled Four in America. As of 2020, Four in America is out of print, has never been digitized, and is likely to be found in only two or three libraries in the United States. Even used copies via the internet are difficult to come by. The book consisted of four sections, purporting to be about “Wilbur Wright”, "Grant", “Henry James” and “George Washington”.

Four in America is noteworthy because a single sentence of it has been widely misquoted and misinterpreted multiple times on the internet, all without any reference to its actual source. Internet quotes claim that Stein said she "admired Ulysses S. Grant". Others claim that Stein said she could not “think of Grant without weeping”. The actual sentence Stein wrote is to be found in the quarter of Four in America allegedly about Grant, on its last page, atop the following abstruse paragraph:

Jo Davidson's life-size terra cotta sculpture of Gertrude Stein created in Paris in 1923, now in the Smithsonian National Portrait Gallery. A bronze cast of this sculture was made in 1991 for Bryant Park, Manhattan, New York City. "There was an eternal quality about her," sculptor Jo Davidson (a Stein friend from her Paris years) wrote. "She somehow symbolized wisdom." He depicted her here as "a sort of modern Buddha."

I cannot think of Ulysses Simpson Grant without tears. He was so what shall it be not by any night not by any day not by any light not by any way, but Ulysses Simpson Grant, which one is, that one is, who can come that one can come, for which they come not of for which they come but they can in that case but which they can in that case can place, I place him there. Do you too. Do you two place him there which do you do. I do I place him there. I which I place him there, not only for me to be me, I am an American which if which I can be only I know, I know all about sitting and standing but I do not sit and stand in the way not yet nor has been. From Four in America, page 81, by Gertrude Stein (1947).

An attempt to make sense of the above paragraph can be found in Four in America's 26-page introduction by Thornton Wilder (whom Stein counted as a friend, and who appreciated her writing). He provides an explanation for Stein’s mangled, rebellious and challenging use of language. Per Wilder, Stein believed that we are now living in “end times” where language has become superficial in effect, and normal use of language does not reach the real person inside each of us. Thus (surmises Wilder), Stein tried a variety of unorthodox mechanisms to cut through our mental fog, to make us sit up and think differently, to jar us out of complacency, to challenge what we really know. Possibly, to want to read this book, wrote Wilder, requires a kind spiritual readiness.

Frequently quoted

Scattered throughout Stein's writings are some striking phrases that have become very popular. Although many are from works filled with difficult and marginally comprehensible language, people repeat these phrases (or mangled versions of them) and name Stein as the source, but seldom does anyone cite the work from which the phrase came.

A vegetable garden in the beginning looks so promising and then after all little by little it grows nothing but vegetables, nothing, nothing but vegetables. From Wars I Have Seen, page 39, by Gertrude Stein (1945).

Let me listen to me and not to them. From Stanzas in Meditation Stanza VII, by Gertrude Stein (1932)

The following is frequently misquoted as A rose is a rose is a rose.

Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose. From the poem "Sacred Emily", by Gertrude Stein (first appearance 1913)

The last five words of this sentence, written in regards to Stein's childhood home in Oakland, CA, have caught the public imagination as a standalone phrase since the 1960's. The phrase now tends to mean that something has no important essence.

...Not of course the house, the house the big house and the big garden and the eucalyptus trees and the rose hedge naturally were not there any longer existing, what was the use of my having come from Oakland it was not natural to have come from there yes write about it if I like or any- thing if I like but not there, there is no there there. From Everybody’s Autobiography, p 298, by Gertrude Stein (1937).

The following oft-quoted phrase appears during a description of a frought day in the early 1930's when two cars would not start, the telephone was broken, there was no food, visitors arrived, their two house servants resigned, and no one was getting anything they wanted at that time:

The thing about it all that is puzzling is that really nothing is frightening. Anything scares me, anything scares any one but really after all considering how dangerous everything is nothing is really very frightening. From Everybody's Autobiography, Ch. II, page 75, by Gertrude Stein (1937).