Mary Maclane: 7 books

I, Mary MacLane—the follow-up to I Await the Devil’s Coming—available now from Melville House, with a foreword by Emily Gould Fifteen years separate I Await the Devil’s Coming and Mary MacLane’s follow-up memoir, I, Mary MacLane (1917). They were years filled with men and affairs,...

The Story of Mary MacLane shocked the literary world when it was published in April 1902. It sold 100,000 copies in its first month, an astonishing number then and now. Within a few years it had been translated into 36 languages, and writers such as Ernest Hemingway, Hart Crane, and Gertrude Stein...

With candid memoirs like I, Mary MacLane, this controversial Canadian writer helped to usher in a new era of confessional autobiography -- and to remake the notion of what constituted acceptable subject matter for female essayists and authors. Setting down thoughts and events both quotidian and scandalous...

Published in 1902 when the author was not yet twenty years old, Mary MacLane's searingly frank memoir is so far ahead of its time that it may shock even current-day readers. Indeed, the original title I Await the Devil's Coming (referring to MacLane's oft-expressed infatuation with Satan himself) was...

Mary MacLane’s I Await the Devil’s Coming is a shocking, brave and intellectually challenging diary of a 19-year-old girl living in Butte, Montana in 1902. Written in potent, raw prose that propelled the author to celebrity upon publication, the book has become almost completely forgotten. In...

Canadian-born memoirist Mary MacLane broke significant literary ground in the early twentieth century with her disarmingly frank and candid autobiographical writing. In this volume, MacLane probes her relationship with a young woman she calls Annabel Lee. Considering their passionate bond from many different angles, MacLane delves deeply into the mysterious magnetism of her enchanting companion.

BUT the only person in Boston town who has given me of the treasure of her heart, and the treasure of her mind, and the touch of her fair hand in friendship, is Annabel Lee. Since I looked for no friendship whatsoever in Boston town, this friendship comes to me with the gentleness of sunshowers mingled...