There is Always Love

 

 

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She couldn’t quit. She wouldn’t.

There is Always Love could have been named “There is Always Adventure” or “There is Always Another Choice.”

 

Linda Bourne is fed up with her mother’s favoritism for her sister and the “bed of nettles” at her job. Her best friend, Ruth, is tired of her old-fashioned life in their backwater town. The two women set themselves up in a swanky, New York apartment to find “New friends. New surroundings. New problems, harder ones perhaps, but new.”

“There is only one common-sense move when you don’t like your life. Do something about it. Get out. Go somewhere. Follow a rainbow. Who knows, you may find the legendary pot of gold at the end of it.” There is Always Love

lights-on-the-hudson-nyNew York is the perfect antidote to small-town living, and for Emilie, it was the perfect antidote to the shut-in life of an author. There is Always Love was her nineteenth novel, and, by then, her pattern was pretty well set: Begin a new book in the fall, finish it by May, vacation in Maine, and return to Boston to begin the next story.

She loved Boston, loved Maine, appreciated writing on the quiet, fifth floor of Boston’s Athenaeum, but enough is enough. It was time to get out and DO things! New York was her choice.

Whichever way one turned in this miraculous city one saw something stimulating, exciting, inspiring.  There is Always Love

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“It twinkles and sparkles and glows.”

Emilie’s friend Beth Kerley’s apartment was on East 81st Street, less than a block from Central Park and the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

 

There was light enough to see the swaying trees in the Park below. Beyond the Park tall towers pierced by tier upon tier of lighted windows drew an irregular line against a sweep of star-sprinkled sky… “I never tire of our view at night, Ruth. It’s blazingly, unbelievably beautiful. It twinkles and sparkles and glows like a fabulous city.”

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world-of-tomorrow-1939The events she describes at the beginning of Chapter XVII were real. November’s “parade of horses” was the National Horse Show at Madison Square Garden. The Philharmonic’s performance of Debussy’s Berceuse Héroïque on Armistice Day really happened. Emilie described it as “a mournful commentary on wars and their consequences.” “Solemnly impressive,” said the New York Times.

The Fair in this book–including the Brazilian exhibit and World of Tomorrow–is New York’s 1939-40 World’s Fair. Exhibits included an “electric stairway” (escalator), a robot, nylon fabric, and the first View-Master. NBC began regular television broadcasting at the Fair and displayed televisions in transparent cases to prove they weren’t just tricks.first-television

And then came Christmas in New York!

ny-shop-windowDecember had filled the shops with red-bowed holly wreaths, glistening trees, multicolored lights, and shining balls. Christmas was but two weeks ahead.

There were packages already tied and labeled for the post, others swathed in gay wrappings; there were books and handkerchiefs, bags and scarfs on a table awaiting their turn.

 There Is Always Love

carriageinsnowNinety-thousand Christmas trees arrived at the railroad yards, and Mayor LaGuardia dedicated a 60-footer at City Hall. Women in furs and men in topcoats road carriages through Central Park and attended plays on Broadway. I imagine Emilie at Rodgers & Hart’s “Too Many Girls” and “Very Warm for May” by Jerome Kern and Oscar Hammerstein.

From experience, Emilie appreciated the change that transplanting oneself can bring, and Linda Bourne feels that way about her move to New York.

The experience was doing a lot for her. She felt a growing confidence and courage. It was as if her blood flowed more warmly and redly through her veins and gave a rosy cast to life. She met people more easily and by their response knew that she gave out something of the glow within her and–she glanced at herself in the mirror–she was acquiring that intangible patina which, for want of a better word, is called style.

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“Perhaps he would come from one of those buildings which loomed tall and great against the skyline.”

This is a satisfying thing about Emilie Loring. She cares about her heroines, makes sure they are steady themselves–confident, poised, and self-directed–before they fall in love.

 

Was there someone in the city who was even now moving toward her? Someone to whom she would say one day, “I knew you were coming. I waited for you”? Perhaps he would come from one of those buildings which loomed tall and great against the skyline.

But of course, he doesn’t. Greg Merton is a New Yorker, but he met “Lindy” back in her own home town. He is the man her mother wants her sister Hester to marry.

 He is also competing with Linda’s boss to sell the fabulous estate of Madame Steele. Emilie describes the “Castle” in such detail that it must be a real place. We’ll look for it in another post.

It was lacy with wrought-iron balconies, a house too great and splendid to have been conceived by human brains and built by human hands…

Madame Steele is like many of us who read Emilie Loring’s books over and over again:

“I liked the story very much indeed. The author has written to entertain, not to educate. That’s what I want when I pick up a novel in the middle of a sleepless night.”

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“Empires may rise and fall, yet there is always love.”

There were a lot of sleepless nights that winter of 1939. Russia attacked Finland as Germany overran Poland and prepared to invade the rest of Europe. First bombs fell in Scotland, Canadian troops arrived in Britain, and Indian troops reinforced France. The United States remained officially neutral, but no one who had lived through World War I underestimated the gravity of world events.

 

At seventy-three, Emilie Loring believed, more than ever, in the importance of love and love stories when the world went awry.

there-is-always-love-cover“They are based on an invincible truth. The world may be convulsed with war and hate; the earth may tremble from the onward march of army tanks and heavy guns; our economic cauldron may boil violently; empires may rise and fall, yet there is always love. Love between husband and wife, between parent and child, between friends, between boy and girl, love for the Church. There’s been such a lot said about the modern angle for the writing of the so-called love interest that I’ve been doing a little research. I can’t see that the expression of a lover’s eyes, or the caressing inflection of his voice, is an iota more casual than when I was young. The way of depicting it in print may have changed, but the way of a man with a maid hasn’t.”  There is Always Love

With all that can go wrong between people and nations, there is always another choice. There is always love.


10 thoughts on “There is Always Love

  1. So glad I rediscovered Emile a year ago in a dusty but quaint antique shop on the north shore of Lake Erie!
    Loved your posting today regarding “There is Always Love”. Since I am new to your blog have you submitted
    one on “Give Me One Summer”? Also, happy to hear there are other “kindred spirits” out there! Love my Anne
    with an “e” too! Closed up our cottage today and brought a few Emile’s to re-read. Love the historic details today!
    First snow fall today. Time to curl up with a good book! Thank you! Thank you! For all your research Patti!

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    1. You are very welcome! Yes, there is a post on “Give Me One Summer.” I’m taking the books in order. Use the tabs at the top of the page to navigate to the “Bookshelf.” Emilie’s books are listed there, and those with blue ‘hot links’ will take you to their associated posts. [I love Anne of Green Gables, too!]

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  2. I am so anxious to read your biography and I hope it includes all the wonderful photos you’ve been ‘teasing’ us with, both historic and about Emilie herself. My favorite title was For All Your Life because I read it first. But then I read another and another and another. . . I love the beginning chapter of The Shadow of Suspicion. It so perfectly describes New York at Christmas I think and I always think of the carol Silver Bells at the same time.But I believe that story was completed and published after Emilie died.

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    1. Oh yes, it has LOTS of old photographs! You’ll be astounded, I think. I’m saving some of the best stories and history, too–which is hard, believe me!– but Emilie’s life and times were so rich that there is still plenty to share until then.

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  3. All these years I’ve been reading Emilie Loring books I’ve felt I was the only one in the world doing so. Thanks to you I now know there are plenty of others who love them as much as i do. I’ve probably reread every one of them at least a dozen times and I have to handle them very carefully since my editions are growing old.

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    1. I knew there were more, since I had three older sisters who also read the books, but I LOVED the books and felt unique about that. Now, of course, I see there are lots of people who love them, and I’m glad of it. I want to tell her story, and I want to share it with her readers, but I also hope we will start a little ripple that will begin a new awareness and appreciation for Emilie Loring among people who haven’t yet read her books. It’s going to take all of us! (Did you see my response to your Facebook post? How neat would it be to decorate a dollhouse according to Emilie’s descriptions?!)

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  4. So many good quotes in There Is Always Love! My favorite is “if you don’t like your life, do something about it!” We can always find something to complain about, can’t we? Complaining about things we can change is futile (like the weather!) and complaining about things we can change is just lazy!

    Thanks for posting! I always discover something new about each book. Or something I haven’t stopped to think about.

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    1. Emilie was certainly no complainer. I think she decided what she wanted and went after it–with every expectation for success. I have a big list today; I think I’ll channel Emilie to get it done!

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  5. Every time I read one of your posts, I immediately HAVE to re-read that book again. So There is always Love is tucked in my bag today. Lovely post!

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    1. Thank you! I re-read–or at least scan through–them for the posts, and I always wish for a long afternoon for just that. I’ll be interested to know if the re-read is any different after reading the post. I wonder if you’ll notice the historic details more.

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