Thornton Wilder Society
Thornton Wilder Society
The Thornton Wilder Society invites proposals for a panel on Queer Readings of Thornton Wilder. As documented by recent biographies Thornton Wilder: A Life by Penelope Niven and Secret Historian: The Life and Times of Samuel Steward by Justin Spring, Thornton Wilder lived as a deeply-closeted gay man. Recent revelations of the author's secret sexuality present new opportunities for Wilder scholarship in the field of Queer Studies. Possible approaches include Wilder's depiction of "secret lives" or "lives separately led"; the author's presentation of both traditional marriage and same-sex relationships (e.g., Barnaby and Cornelius in The Matchmaker); issues of gender in Wilder's Stage Manager characters; characters as autobiographical surrogates for the author (e.g., Theophilus North, Dolly Levi, or Simon Stimson); and Wilder's texts in conversation with gay authors (e.g., Edward Albee, Tennessee Williams, William Inge, Lanford Wilson). Proposals on Wilder's plays, novels, or other writings will be considered. For info about his works and available editions, as well as published Wilder scholarship, go to
We encourage graduate students as well as established scholars to submit 500-word proposals and C.V.s to Park Bucker email@example.com by January 4, 2016.
|Miss Wilder and my parents: |
Thornton Wilder Commemorative,
Miss Isabel Wilder
Miss Isabel Wilder
I have been asked to write about “Thornton Wilder’s sexuality” for the Thornton Wilder Newsletter announcing the call for papers on the topic: Thornton Wilder and Queer Studies.
I certainly don’t know anything about Wilder’s sexuality. I only met him once, the year before he died, and exchanged a few letters and cards with him. And besides, who “knows” what is going on in the head of another person, especially about the excruciatingly private matter of eroticism.
The reason I have been asked to write about this topic, I think, is because I was friends with
lifelong companion, his sister Isabel, for the twenty years after died. Thornton
She treated me like a grandson, for which I am very grateful, even funding my apprenticeship to become a public school teacher in
in a real-life
Grover’s Corners, in 1987/88, a career from which I retired three years ago
after 25 years. I miss her and wish she
could see me now. Vermont
I was present in her home at Whitney Center in Hamden when Miss Wilder reacted to having been given by the editors the manuscript of Gilbert Harrison’s official biography of Thornton, The Enthusiast, including (and especially) the section on his sexuality in 1983. “I’m an old lady. I’m reading along and I come on some old homosexual experiences they dug up which
had. They gave me no warning. I can’t be treated that way. After all, I’m
an old lady .” She was 83. Thornton
I knew Miss Wilder was waiting for my reaction. She was testing the waters, I thought, to see how the general public (me) would react. I said, “Oh they say that about all bachelors” and brushed it off, quite intentionally. I knew her feelings were hurt, and we were friends. I didn’t want to open this wound further. I was 38 in 1983. We remained friends till she died in 1995 at age 95.
Miss Wilder’s older brother, Amos (who died at 98 in 1993 ) warned literary critics in his 1980 memoir Thornton Wilder and His Public about the inaccuracy of speculating about his famous brother’s choice of vocation, clearly suggesting that that choice was the sublimation of an artist.
I don’t know anything about that.
I do know that when Thornton Wilder died in 1975, homosexual acts were a crime in every state of the
In 1963 the penalty was 2-10 years imprisonment and a fine of $2000.
Thornton Wilder was an intellectual. He knew the self-defeating mistake of Oscar Wilde’s public defiance. The stage-manager of his own life , Wilder wasn’t about to defy convention even if he did advocate the theatre as a place where “window-breaking ideas” should thrive.
What interested me about Miss Wilder’s reaction was that she didn’t deny the accusations. She artfully reframed the argument to make the issue not Thornton’s sexuality, but the rudeness of the editors in not warning her that when she proofread the manuscript she would encounter some passages about her brother’s bedroom behavior.
She was implicitly accepting “old homosexual experiences” as nothing shocking. Would I do so too, as the private audience to her dismay at having been treated poorly, not by the official biographer, but by the rude editors? The answer was, yes.
She later recounted to me having attended a dinner in celebration of the official release
biography. She told me “I was asked to give a toast and I toasted the man. I
didn’t say a word about his book.”
Ever the lady, ignoring the spirit of the occasion while being courteous to the scholar being honored, she managed to choreograph a civilized ‘punishment’ for the biographer’s transgression, if indeed she even saw it as a transgression.
Since the issue had been transformed in Miss Wilder’s inimitable manner from the official biographer’s scholarship to editorial rudeness, the matter of the text’s veracity would now be forever fogged over by her indignation as “an old lady,” as far as she,
literary executor, was concerned. Thornton
It was Isabel Wilder’s velvet “No comment.”
But I’m not sure about that “old lady” bit. The same year, 1983, at a time when no one wanted to be associated in any way with the frightening new, always fatal, illness called AIDS, which had the stigma of being a “gay disease,” Miss Wilder quietly and courageously funded a brochure entitled AIDS, SEX, and YOU , written by a Yale biology professor. After considerable lobbying, I persuaded, Yale’s president, A. Bartlett Giamatti, to provide that pamphlet to all Yale graduate students.
Miss Wilder read the pamphlet cover to cover in my presence and she did not ask to edit it in any way despite her financial underwriting of the project. Frankly, I was surprised that she did not blink an eyelash at any of the coarse and graphic language. She understood the urgency of responding with information to a fatal disease with no cure and no biologically identifiable cause (1983: HIV had not yet been discovered).
Clearly she was able to look that reality in the eye, bedroom or not. I thought she was a “groovy” old lady, to use a 1980’s expression.
Miss Wilder insisted that I not reveal her role in this effort during her lifetime. I kept that promise until last year, nearly 20 years after her death in 1995.
I know little about Queer Literary Criticism. I should think that unlike Tennessee Williams or Truman Capote who didn’t really fear scandal, the warning of Amos Wilder makes it clear in 1980 that he as firstborn, and his remaining siblings, including Miss Wilder (who by then was Thornton’s literary executor) ) felt the need to warn the public about the irresponsibility of speculating about artist Thornton’s complex personality.
Queer Studies would have appalled the Thornton Wilder’s family in 1980. But it is a new time and a new world in 2015 .
Thornton Wilder is buried 50 yards from my parents’ cemetery plots. I used to tend his grave for Miss Wilder when she gave up driving at age 85. He went to that grave in 1975 knowing that he lived in a country where homosexuality was not just a scandal but a crime.
This year, 2015, gay marriage became the law of the land; but, for nearly three decades after Thornton was laid to rest in Hamden’s Mt. Carmel Burying Ground, potential disgrace hovered over homosexuality itself in the United States, until Lawrence v. Texas (2003) decriminalized sodomy and made homosexual acts a matter of personal freedom.
The irresponsibility of speculating, as Amos Wilder had admonished,
‘public’ not to do, is now a benign --- and perhaps even charming ? --- variation in the
art of literary criticism. Thornton
I wish The Thornton Wilder Society well in its courageous call for papers on Wilder and Queer Studies.
Paul D. KeaneM.A., M.Div., M.Ed.