Passing
By Nella Larsen and Eileen Hammond
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Harlem Renaissance author Nella Larsen (1891 –1964) published just two novels and three short stories in her lifetime, but achieved lasting literary acclaim. Her novel Passing first appeared in 1929.
Nella Larsen
Nella Larsen (1891–1964) was an author, nurse, and librarian best known for her contributions to the Harlem Renaissance. Born to a Danish mother and Afro-Caribbean father in South Chicago, Larsen's life would be seemingly marked by her mixed-race heritage. Too Black for white spaces and not quite Black enough for Black spaces, Larsen would find herself constantly at odds in terms of her identity and belonging. First after the death of her biological father, where she would see her mother be remarried to a white man, have a white half-sibling and move to a mostly white neighborhood; next when she would seek a higher education at Fisk University, a historically Black college where she was unable to relate to the experience of her Black peers, and finally in her adult life in New York where she faced difficulties both professionally and socially. In 1914, Larsen would enroll at a nursing school that was heavily segregated and while working as a nurse two years later was employed in mostly white neighborhoods. She would marry Elmer Imes, the second African American to earn a PhD in psychics, in 1919 which–in addition to the couple's move to Harlem–introduced her to the Black professional class; however still, Larsen's near-European ancestry and lack of a formal degree alienated her from Black contemporaries of the times such as Langston Hughes, W. E. B. Du Bois, and James Weldon Johnson. Larsen would begin to pursue a career as a librarian in 1921, becoming the first Black woman to graduate from the New York Public Library's library school and would help with integration efforts within the branches. Her work in libraries would lead her to the literary circles of Harlem and in 1925 she would begin work on Quicksand, her semi-autobiographical debut novel. Published in 1928 to critical and financial success, Larsen would continue to make waves when just one year later, she published her sophomore novel, Passing. The success of her novels as well as her 1930 short story, "Sanctuary," led her to become the first African American woman to receive a Guggenheim Fellowship, which she used to travel through Europe in the wake of her divorce in 1933. Little is known about Larsen's life after she returned to the U.S. in 1937, other than she had returned to nursing, disappeared from the literary world and may have suffered from intense depression. There was some speculation that like the characters in her books, Larsen had elected to pass into the white community given how difficult it was for single women of color to achieve financial independence, but to this day there is no evidence supporting or disproving the claim. While she died alone at the age of seventy-two, Larsen's work cemented her legacy as an important voice in the Harlem Renaissance–one that represented the struggles of identity and culture that befell mixed-raced people of the time.
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Passing - Nella Larsen
Table of Contents
COPYRIGHT NOTE
INTRODUCTION
PASSING
DEDICATION
OPENING QUOTATION
PART ONE: ENCOUNTER
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
PART TWO: RE-ENCOUNTER
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
PART THREE: FINALE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
COPYRIGHT NOTE
This classic work has been reformatted for optimal reading
in ebook format on multiple devices. Punctuation and
spelling has been modernized where necessary.
Copyright © 2022 by Alien Ebooks.
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INTRODUCTION
Nella Walker Larsen—who has come to be regarded as a major literary figure of the Harlem Renaissance and modernist American fiction—achieved some critical acclaim, but no commercial success during her lifetime. Since the turn of the century, though, attention has returned to her small but significant body of work, and her reputation has increased exponentially.
She was born Nella Walker on April 13, 1891, in Chicago. Her father was Peter Walker, believed to be a mixed-race Afro-Caribbean immigrant from the Danish West Indies. Her mother was Pederline Marie Hansen, a Danish immigrant. Peter Walker was probably a descendant on his paternal side of Henry or George Walker, both White men from Albany, New York who were known to have settled in the Danish West Indies in about 1840. Racial lines were more fluid in the Danish West Indies, and Walker probably never identified himself as Negro.
When Nella was young, her father died, and her mother remarried a Peter Larsen, a fellow Danish immigrant. They visited Denmark for several years, but upon returning to the United States, the family began to experience discrimination because of Nella.
Her mother sent her to an African American university, but she never fit in. She had been raised by a White family, and shared little common experiences her fellow students, most of whom were Southern and descended from former slaves. Ultimately, she was expelled for violating the school’s code of conduct.
After a stay in Denmark, she returned to the United States and entered nursing school. She received her nursing degree in 1915, and accepted a job at the Tuskegee Normal and Industrial Institute in Tuskegee, Alabama. In 1918, she accepted a job with the New York City Department of Health and relocated to Harlem. She tried switching jobs and accepted a position as a librarian at the Harlem branch of the New York Public Library, but ultimately returned to nursing. She would stick with this profession for the rest of her life, becoming Chief Nurse at Gouverneur Hospital in 1944, Night Supervisor there in 1954, and finally Supervisor of Nurses at Metropolitan Hospital. She retired in 1963.
Along the way, she married Elmer S. Imes in 1919 (and divorced him in 1933 after he had an affair) and began to publish. Her first two works carried the byline Nella Larsen Imes
—both were instructions on how to play Scandinavian games, which appeared in The Brownies’ Book, a magazine for African American children, in 1920. She had spent part of 1908-1909 and 1912-1915 in Denmark and drew on her memories of games the local children played.
Her first story, The Wrong Man,
appeared in Young’s Magazine in 1926, and Freedom
followed that same year. 1928 saw her autobiographical novel Quicksand published (it received a Bronze Award for Literature from the Harmon Foundation), and in 1929, Passing appeared.
Her last work appeared in 1930, when Sanctuary
appeared in Forum. She was accused of plagiarizing British writer Sheila Kaye-Smith's short story, Mrs. Adis
(which was itself based on a 17th-century story by St Francis de Sales). Nella Larsen denied the accusation, saying the story came to her as almost folk-lore,
recounted by a patient when she was a nurse. No plagiarism charges were proved, though the charge must have hurt her significantly.
Nella Larsen received a Guggenheim Fellowship despite the controversy—the first African-American woman to received one. She used the money to travel to Europe for several years, where she worked on Mirage, a novel about a love triangle. She never published this book,though—or any other works.
Nella Walker Larsen passed away March 30, 1964, alone in her apartment.
PASSING
NELLA LARSEN
DEDICATION
For Carl Van Vechten
and Fania Marinoff
OPENING QUOTATION
One three centuries removed
From the scenes his fathers loved,
Spicy grove, cinnamon tree,
What is Africa to me?
—Countee Cullen
PART ONE: ENCOUNTER
CHAPTER ONE
It was the last letter in Irene Redfield’s little pile of morning mail. After her other ordinary and clearly directed letters the long envelope of thin Italian paper with its almost illegible scrawl seemed out of place and alien. And there was, too, something mysterious and slightly furtive about it. A thin sly thing which bore no return address to betray the sender. Not that she hadn’t immediately known who its sender was. Some two years ago she had one very like it in outward appearance. Furtive, but yet in some peculiar, determined way a little flaunting. Purple ink. Foreign paper of extraordinary size.
It had been, Irene noted, postmarked in New York the day before. Her brows came together in a tiny frown. The frown, however, was more from perplexity than from annoyance; though there was in her thoughts an element of both. She was wholly unable to comprehend such an attitude towards danger as she was sure the letter’s contents would reveal; and she disliked the idea of opening and reading it.
This, she reflected, was of a piece with all that she knew of Clare Kendry. Stepping always on the edge of danger. Always aware, but not drawing back or turning aside. Certainly not because of any alarms or feeling of outrage on the part of others.
And for a swift moment Irene Redfield seemed to see a pale small girl sitting on a ragged blue sofa, sewing pieces of bright red cloth together, while her drunken father, a tall, powerfully built man, raged threateningly up and down the shabby room, bellowing curses and making spasmodic lunges at her which were not the less frightening because they were, for the most part, ineffectual. Sometimes he did manage to reach her. But only the fact that the child had edged herself and her poor sewing over to the farthermost corner of the sofa suggested that she was in any way perturbed by this menace to herself and her work.
Clare had known well enough that it was unsafe to take a portion of the dollar that was her weekly wage for the doing of many errands for the dressmaker who lived on the top floor of the building of which Bob Kendry was janitor. But that knowledge had not deterred her. She wanted to go to her Sunday school’s picnic, and she had made up her mind to wear a new dress. So, in spite of certain unpleasantness and possible danger, she had taken the money to buy the material for that pathetic little red frock.
There had been, even in those days, nothing sacrificial in Clare Kendry’s idea of life, no allegiance beyond her own immediate desire. She was selfish, and cold, and hard. And yet she had, too, a strange capacity of transforming warmth and passion, verging sometimes almost on theatrical heroics.
Irene, who was a year or more older than Clare, remembered the day that Bob Kendry had been brought home dead, killed in a silly saloon fight. Clare, who was at that time a scant fifteen years old, had just stood there with her lips pressed together, her thin arms folded across her narrow chest, staring down at the familiar pasty-white face of her parent with a sort of disdain in her slanting black eyes. For a very long time she had stood like that, silent and staring. Then, quite suddenly, she had given way to a torrent of weeping, swaying her thin body, tearing at her bright hair, and stamping her small feet. The outburst had ceased as suddenly as it had begun. She glanced quickly about the bare room, taking everyone in, even the two policemen, in a sharp look of flashing scorn. And, in the next instant, she had turned and vanished through the door.
Seen across the long stretch of years, the thing had more the appearance of an outpouring of pent-up fury than of an overflow of grief for her dead father; though she had been, Irene admitted, fond enough of him in her own rather catlike way.
Catlike. Certainly that was the word which best described Clare Kendry, if any single word could describe her. Sometimes she was hard and apparently without feeling at all; sometimes she was affectionate and rashly impulsive. And there was about her an amazing soft malice, hidden well away until provoked. Then she was capable of scratching, and very effectively too. Or, driven to anger, she would fight with a ferocity and impetuousness that disregarded or forgot any danger, superior strength, numbers, or other unfavorable circumstances. How savagely she had clawed those boys the day they had hooted her parent and sung a derisive rhyme, of their own composing, which pointed out certain eccentricities in his careening gait! And how deliberately she had—
Irene brought her thoughts back to the present, to the letter from Clare Kendry that she still held unopened in her hand. With a little feeling of apprehension, she very slowly cut the envelope, drew out the folded sheets, spread them, and began to read.
It was, she saw at once, what she had expected since learning from the postmark that Clare was in the city. An extravagantly phrased wish to see her again. Well, she needn’t and wouldn’t, Irene told herself, accede to that. Nor would she assist Clare to realize her foolish desire to return for a moment to that life which long ago, and of her own choice, she had left behind her.
She ran through the letter, puzzling out, as best she could, the carelessly formed words or making instinctive guesses at them.
… For I am lonely, so lonely … cannot help longing to be with you again, as I have never longed for anything before; and I have wanted many things in my life…. You can’t know how in this pale life of mine I am all the time seeing the bright pictures of that other that I once thought I was glad to be free of…. It’s like an ache, a pain that never ceases….
Sheets upon thin sheets of it. And ending finally with, "and it’s your fault, ’Rene dear. At least partly. For I wouldn’t now, perhaps, have this terrible, this wild desire if