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06/09/2023

The Cinema of Barbara Stanwyck

 



“No animal was harmed” … serves a taxonomic purpose, separating the two principal film genres, fiction and documentary…. Why aren’t similar reassurances applied to human beings?
–Akira Lippit, “The Death of an Animal”
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Akira Lippit continues this thought by reference to the prolific representation of violence against men and women in fiction films and suggests that the “human counterpoint to this disclaimer” is “all resemblances to persons living or deceased is purely coincidental.” And yet much violence is often meted out against actors on sets—and not simply psychological violence.
 
Barbara Stanwyck was frequently injured in film shoots, and she wore it more as a badge of honor than a grudge, as evidence of her hardiness and professionalism. Her body was arguably a site of struggle, as she repeatedly put it on the line as a mark of sincerity and action. Aligning her body with nature, she gained some distance from the glamour of Hollywood culture while challenging gendered conventions of movement and stasis.
 
Looking at some of Stanwyck’s many horseback-riding scenes, it is clear that the strong, dynamic imagery of riding enabled her to rise above the entrenched misogyny of the industry. Certainly, those images have outlasted the culture in which they were produced, offering another image of a woman on the 20th-century screen. At the same time, the transcendent, enabling, independent image of horseback riding was produced within an industry of illusion and deception.
 
When the spectacle is conjoined with anecdotes and trivia pulled from biographies and industry files, the scene of gendered labor and sexist critical discourse is not so pretty. The pleasures attached to genres like the western need to be unpacked so as to understand that, as Lauren Berlant puts it, “freedom is not freedom, pleasure not disavowal not disavowal, but ways we have learned to identify knowledge and sensation.”
 
 
In an early scene in Forbidden, Stanwyck is briefly seen riding a horse on a beach in a dazzle of sunlight. In profile her hair flies behind her as the camera tracks beside her fast-moving silhouette. It’s a remarkable image of freedom and transcendence, unique in her career in its speed and cinematic energy. The scene is quickly inserted into a long and rambling story about a fallen woman, and it seems to carry the full weight of the height from which she falls.
 
The scene is supposed to be Havana in the moonlight, where her librarian character, Lulu, has gone to find romance and excitement. She finds only Bob (Adolphe Menjou), who turns out to be married. In this, one of her first films, the novelty of the sparkling image might be seen as symbolic of the promise of Stanwyck’s stardom. If so, her career as a rider is studded with falls, which she came to incorporate into her star persona as a wannabe stunt performer. Horseback riding in westerns frequently took Stanwyck out of Los Angeles to shoot on locations and landscapes that she came to love. After her death, her ashes were given to the wind at Lone Pine Desert in the High Sierra mountains—a long way from the streets of Brooklyn.
 

In fact, the beach scene in Forbidden was shot in Laguna Beach in Southern California at sunrise, and a double took Stanwyck’s place for the long shots. Shooting the close-up, Stanwyck was thrown by the horse and badly injured, although she stoically completed the picture despite spending each night in traction in a hospital. She had already seriously injured her back when the set collapsed shooting Ten Cents a Dance and continued to work with excruciating pain, setting a pattern that would continue throughout her career.
 
Stanwyck was said to be “scared of horses” in her early career, although Victoria Wilson’s biography has her romping about Central Park in the 1920s with her girlfriends and hanging out in cafés wearing riding breeches. She is seen on horses in The Woman in Red (1935), Annie Oakley (1935), and A Message to Garcia (1936), but in 1938 she had a clause added to her RKO contract protecting her from riding on camera after her good friend Marion Marx had a bad fall from a horse.
 
Stanwyck built and co-owned a ranch named Marwyck near Van Nuys just outside Los Angeles with Zeppo Marx and his wife, Marion, from 1935 to 1940, where they raised thoroughbred horses. She and Robert Taylor were frequently photographed at the racetrack during this period, and they did many photo shoots at Marwyck with and without Stanwyck’s son, Dion. In this way horses became integral to the “happy family” imagery that Stanwyck managed to orchestrate for a brief period of time. It was probably during the years when she lived at Marwyck that she improved her riding skills and overcame any fears she may have had.
 
 
By the 1940s she had gained a reputation as an expert horsewoman. When screenwriter Nivel Busch visited the set of The Furies, he complained, “They put Stanwyck on a miserable fat-assed palomino that could hardly waddle.” She was a good horsewoman, according to Busch, but they thought she would fall off a more energetic horse and endanger the production. Nevertheless, her rejection of stunt doubles inspired John Houston to do the same, not to be outplayed by a woman.
 

Stanwyck’s repeated claim in the latter part of her career that she wished she had been a stuntwoman is in keeping with her early career desire to emulate Pearl White, an action heroine of the teens. Her horsiness undoubtedly abetted Stanwyck’s “tough” image and made her an icon of a so-called powerful woman in the postwar years. A horse makes a small woman appear large, her mastery of the animal is symbolic of control and dominance, the aura of nature cuts through the artifice of glamorous stardom, and the lone horsewoman is iconic of the “independence” label that the actor earned by other means in the 1930s.
 
Horses eventually became an essential element of Stanwyck’s star image, and yet viewing footage of her on horseback, we can’t always be sure if it is Stanwyck, as doubles were frequently cast. (For example, cutting from long shot to medium shot, is that really her galloping into center stage of Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show in Annie Oakley, the only time she is seen on a horse in that film?) She insisted on doing her own stunts because she felt that it contributed to the consistency of characterization, as if she distrusted the wizardry of Hollywood effects.
 
As Nivel Busch noted about The Furies, doing her own stunts meant that Stanwyck jeopardized production schedules, as an injured lead actress can do great damage to a tight schedule. While there is little evidence of that happening, it is true that she endured many bruises with fortitude in order to respect shooting schedules, contributing to her great reputation as a consummate professional. She never fully recovered from the back injury of 1931 on the Laguna Beach and frequently wore a back brace, which accounts for her distinctive ramrod posture. Still, I wonder how often we are not watching Stanwyck at all but a double, whose injuries would not postpone a shoot.
 
Perhaps her most dramatic and emotional horse riding occurs in Blowing Wild, a film in which her character is something of an outsider in a male community of oil speculators. After being rejected by Jeff Dawson (Gary Cooper) yet again, Stanwyck as Marina Conway rides through the Mexican landscape across streams and under ancient bridges, pounding out her distress until she finally dismounts and collapses in tears on the ground.
 
 
Process shots are used for close-ups while she is riding and crying, and the animal is a valuable partner in the scene as her anger shifts to despair. In the same film, she races Jeff and her husband, Paco Conway (Anthony Quinn), with the two men driving in a 1940 Packard Custom Super Eight while she gallops through the countryside, beating them within seconds. The horse gives her a wild edge on the two men and, like many of Stanwyck’s riding scenes, creates a spectacle that briefly disrupts the narrative like a song-and-dance number, only with horses and scenery.
 

After 1940 the American Humane Society monitored studio productions in order to ensure animal safety. One thing that changed in the industry around the same time was the increased availability of horses trained to do stunts, some of whom became well known. For example, Stanwyck’s most famous stunt, being dragged by a horse through a tornado in Forty Guns, was accomplished with a horse named Oakie, ridden by a stuntman named Ken Lee. You don’t need to know a great deal about horseback riding to see that she has the wrong foot in the stirrup. Fuller took three takes before he got it right, gauging the best camera placement—not to authenticate Stanwyck’s riding technique but to capture the fear registering on her face.
 
In 1962 and 1973 Stanwyck was honored with awards for her riding, which were in recognition of her contribution to the art of western performance. One of the conventional mantras about women and horses is that they become sentimentally attached, as played out in films such as National Velvet (1944) and The Misfits (1961). Stanwyck, however, rarely plays this role and tends to treat her horses simply as transport out in the wilds. In The Moonlighter, for example, when her horse is shot and falls (hopefully it is a stunt horse), she simply grabs her rifle from the saddle and leaves the horse without a backward glance.
 
The ensuing shoot-out is one of her best action scenes, although the gendered conventions of the western genre were difficult to overcome. Ella Smith quotes a critic from the New York Herald Tribune describing this particular scene: “You might fidget a bit as Barbara Stanwyck, stylishly thin and looking mighty small beside a horse, fights it out with rifles with Ward Bond and wins. This, as anyone who has ever seen a Western knows, is practically impossible. Bond may lose a screen battle here and there but never to a wisp of a woman with rifles at 50 yards.”
 
In the climactic scene of The Moonlighter, Stanwyck’s character, Rela, who has been deputized as a sheriff, is walking her horse over a rocky ledge, leading Fred MacMurray to justice, when she slips and falls down a waterfall, slipping through rock crevices and bouncing to the river below. Stanwyck performed this stunt herself, apparently because the stuntwoman was not available that day or at that time. It’s a great scene, except that after MacMurray saves her, she forgives him for his crimes. The film ends with a repeat of the treacherous crossing, but this time MacMurray is in the lead, and they make it safely to the other side and romp away together into the hills.
 
 
The most spectacular stunts tend to involve the act of falling, so there is a kind of inner tension between Stanwyck’s affinity for dangerous riding and the tendency for her characters to fall off their horses, just to be saved by men. We know how often her power and independence are curtailed by the requisite happy endings of heterosexual romance, and the act of falling is often the price to be paid for riding high.
 
In The Maverick Queen she has a spectacular fall (probably performed by a stunt person) when Sundance (Scott Brady) “bulldogs” her off of her horse. They both roll down a cliff, but she stops just short of a precipice and sends down a log to knock the man off to the depths below. The film ends with her dying in her lover’s arms, a heroic death for a woman on the wrong side of the law.
 
As the New York Herald critic of The Moonlighter indicates, the appeal to male critics of Stanwyck on a horse in what were primarily B westerns, was her figure. The idealized western hero, male or female, is slim and trim, becoming an extension of the animal in silhouette, exuding the lightness of a jockey despite the heavy leather paraphernalia of saddle and guns.
 
Stanwyck’s outfits are often commented on by critics, and she arguably helped make pants sexy on older women as a Parade magazine cover from 1955 indicated with her sporting black jeans, cowboy boots, and a black blouse. In 1935, for A Message to Garcia, she went on an all-celery diet to maintain a figure suitable to the riding breeches that she wears throughout the film. Nevertheless, in films such as All I Desire and The Lady Eve, Stanwyck rides sidesaddle—a Victorian style of riding that protects a lady’s chastity.
 
If women riding bicycles in Victorian times were considered transgressive, women straddling horses in mid-20th-century America were likewise titillating. To Stanwyck’s credit, she consistently rose above such gender nonsense with her posture and her strong characters. An exceptionally weak character, such as Cora in Trooper Hook, never rides horses but sticks to carriages.
 
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The Cinema of Barbara Stanwyck
 
Excerpted from The Cinema of Barbara Stanwyck: Twenty-Six Short Essays on a Working Star by Catherine Russell.  University of Illinois Press, 2023. .
 
How Horseback Riding Helped Barbara Stanwyck Rise Above Hollywood Misogyny. By Catherine Russell. LitHub, May 4, 2023. 









In Barbara Stanwyck’s 57-year career, the dynamic imagery of horseback riding became a critical element of her tough, gender-bending star-image. Those images have outlasted the culture in which they were produced, offering a unique image of a woman on the 20th century screen. At the same time, the transcendent, enabling, independent imagery of horseback riding was produced within an industry of illusion, deception, and misogyny; and the off-screen scene of gendered labour and sexist critical discourse is not so pretty. In this video essay I have used the audio-visual archive to unpack the pleasures attached to watching Stanwyck on horseback.

The archive is accessed in this video as a site of struggle, weaving fragments of biography, the voices of critics, and Stanwyck’s own distinctive voice into and over excerpts from her films and TV shows. Sometimes the fragments don’t add up to a coherent narrative, as we expect the star discourse to unfold. Hollywood magic tended to erase and bury contradiction, and it is the historian’s mission to “find the fissures within.” In this sense the video essay follows from my book Archiveology, in which I argue that the archive is a construction site, so that new histories can be imagined.  Following Walter Benjamin’s sensory historiography, excavated images from the past are considered “treasures in the sober rooms of our later insights.” In that book I also argue that archiveology enables us to rescue women from their narrative traps, but seeing Stanwyck riding, we find that her body is a site of struggle. Her dedication to her craft led her into multiple situations where she was injured on sets, and continued to work despite debilitating pain. She was well known to be a consummate professional who was committed to timely production schedules and studied her scripts and characters diligently. This essay foregrounds the invisible labour behind Stanwyck’s star-image, as well as that of the many stunt people who helped her create the magnificent images of a woman on a horse.

The compilation of film clips from six decades of film and television enables a review of patterns of behavior in the diversity of Stanwyck’s movies, and helps to articulate the contours of her star-image as a horseback-riding star. Audio clips of Stanwyck herself talking about riding is a way of bringing in her own off-screen voice. Remixing the sounds and images of her performances enables an affective reading of her performance with horses, while the textual counter-discourse challenges the significance of that affect. Stanwyck was very much part of the industry, and put her body on the line to support an industry of illusion. The viewer of this video essay is invited to look more carefully at the women on horses to try and distinguish the body of the star from those of her doubles.
 
Against Barbara Stanwyck’s triumphant, powerful image of a woman pounding against the fantastic landscapes of the American West, we need to listen to the words of the songs that are often putting her characters down. Moreover, the most spectacular stunts tend to involve the act of falling, and there is a kind of inner tension between Stanwyck’s affinity for dangerous riding and the tendency for her characters to fall off their horses, just to be saved by men. We know how often her power and independence is curtailed by the requisite happy endings of heterosexual romance; and the act of falling is often the price to be paid for riding high. From a feminist standpoint, this approach can also be aligned with Sara Ahmed’s conception of the feminist killjoy, which is a strategy of critical vigilance even at the expense of “happiness” or as Sara Ahmed puts it, “a feminist killjoy is an affect alien.”

Stanwyck’s affinity for horses was closely linked to her career as a versatile performer, for whom the Western genre was a crucial vehicle for her survival as an older woman in the 1950s. This videographic analysis is what Kevin Esch describes as a “distanced” reading of film performance in which the “mythistory” of the star’s aura is conjoined with an understanding of the cultural labor that interacts with social and industrial forces.[5] Stanwyck’s archival presence in dozens of movies and TV shows enables us to watch her incorporate animals into her performance, and also, through her discourse on stunts, understand her use of frontier culture in the creation of her own legend as a tough woman.

In an interview taped during the shooting of The Big Valley in 1968, Stanwyck was asked if she had ever thought about directing. She dismisses the idea abruptly: “No. I could help, but I don’t know enough.” In fact, by some reports, she “ruled everything and everyone,” during the four years the show aired, with final approval of scripts, guest cast and directors. The fact that Stanwyck was always ready to put her body on the line, by radical dieting practices and doing stunts, but unable to imagine becoming a director, is emblematic of the precarity of women’s agency within the film industry during her lifetime. Like her riding scenes, this inequity highlights the affective claim of fantasy as a deep-seated ambivalence within women’s cultural history and Stanwyck’s role within the dreamscape of Hollywood. In Lauren Berlant’s words, it can be thought of producing “a sense of thriving in the consumer’s body and sometimes in the mise-en-scene itself.”

Berlant urges us to identify the utopian within the everyday, through sentimental genres, so that the present is “thickened” and adapted to a scene of bargaining not with fulfillment but with sensually lived potentiality. The archival fragmentation and reconstruction of Stanwyck on horseback provides insight into our own pleasure in watching this dynamic woman, and how such pleasure harbors a secret struggle hidden between frames and offscreen. As yet another site of struggle, the archive provides a critical counter-discourse to the sensuous images of the star and her unnamed human and animal co-stars. Her ability to incorporate horses into her performance is not only a question of acting and technique, but an ability to navigate the industry as an independent, original, and indefatigable player. Over the course of her career, as she became more and more comfortable with horses, she contributed to a dynamic new image of women in movement, riding with purpose across iconic landscapes. Her final riding scene is in The Thornbirds (1983) at the age of 76. Sitting tall in the saddle, she rules her sprawling frontier ranch with dignity, authority and elegance. Taken out of narrative context, in the remixed archive of her performances, Stanwyck’s tenacity increases her appeal as a complex feminist icon. Contrary to the deeply misogynist theme song of Forty Guns, no one actually took her whip away,
 precisely because she is a woman after all.

Statement by Catherine Russell
 

Review By Jacob Smith,  Northwestern University

Barbara Stanwyck Rides Again (hereafter, BSRA) is a thought-provoking project that delivers on the video essay’s potential to “frame a new audiovisual encounter” through a process of selection and juxtaposition in order to “engender new material thinking and feeling.”  The selection function involves a montage of clips featuring Stanwyck on horseback. The juxtaposition works through the addition of voiceover commentary and carefully chosen musical clips. The result of this combination is to produce a feminist critique of the Hollywood star system, while simultaneously creating a shimmer of insights about film performance, labor, and genre.

In terms of performance, the pairing of horseback-riding and film acting is instructive and might be compared to the iconic cinematic image of an actor driving a car, or two actors talking in the front seat of a car. These are all shots that frame dialogue such that actors have something to do while delivering their lines and that feature compelling movement in the background (even if it is supplied by a rear projection screen). BSRA shows us that horseback riding does something similar. We should notice however, that even when Stanwyck is alone she is not the only actor on the screen: there is of course, the horse. These clips function as a miniature archive of a human and animal “double act” that was a prominent feature of Hollywood cinema. In some shots the horse’s body is mostly offscreen and functions primarily as a prop or element of the setting. At other times a closeup on the animal’s face becomes legible as received acting (2:53), and when we see the horse engaged in an act that clearly requires training (9:17) we have moved into the realm of performance as restored behavior. With regard to the latter, BSRA makes me want to know more about Stanwyck’s ranch and the training that took place there, both of herself and her animal collaborators.

Speaking of labor, BSRA brings the often-invisible labor of stunt performance into the frame. In my analysis of Hollywood stunt performance, I described the conventional discourse of the “star who does their own stunts.” That discourse can be heard in the interview clips presented in BSRA. Notice how Stanwyck is careful to strike a balance between, on the one hand, asserting her performance of some of her own stunts, and on the other, acknowledging the labor of other performers who are usually uncredited and frequently injured. The montage of clips we see in BSRA provides a great illustration of how film language had to similarly balance the imperatives of foregrounding the star actor while also displaying the bodily acts of the stunt performer in long shots that hide the face, as at 0:24 and 7:33. Did the protocols of this stunt labor dynamic play any role in the costume choices mentioned at 11:19? 

In addition to screen acting and labor, BSRA makes an argument about the affordances of different film genres for female stars of the Classical Hollywood era. For me, one of the revelations of this video essay is to reorient my association of Stanwyck away from genres such as film noir (Double Indemnity), the “fallen women” cycle (Baby Face), and screwball comedy (The Lady Eve). I’m curious to know more details about the trajectory in her career towards the Western. Did other female stars of the era make a similar generic drift? Are there performative analogs to Stanwyck’s horseback riding in other “indoor” genres?

Many of the clips in BSRA are shot on location, and prominently feature the landscape. Such moments are often framed in a pastoral register, as vividly shown in the sequence at 5:06. Given work on the racial and colonial dynamics of landscapes such as these, I am struck by the fleeting moment at 4:09 when a Black actor helps Stanwyck off her horse. Here, the fact that the white movie star on horseback “ruled everything and everyone” takes on a very different meaning. Finally, the use of movie theme songs here underscores the ambivalent and contested circulation of Stanwyck’s intermedial star persona, but it also reminds us that the Western was an important genre in the birth of the transmedia marketing of blockbuster films (see: High Noon), helping to usher an era of the compilation score soundtrack and the cross-marketing of film themes as popular records. 


Review By  Maria Pramaggiore, Maynooth University

Barbara Stanwyck Rides Again considers the career of a Hollywood star through her signature iconography, a sensuous and often dangerous association with the Western genre and with horse riding more specifically. Drawing upon an archive of film performance and interviews spanning Stanwyck’s 57-year long career, Catherine Russell discovers a trail marked by contradictions. The sensuous and imaginative pleasures afforded Stanwyck’s fans as she develops her skills as an actor and horsewoman become inextricable from physical pain, primarily the star’s, produced by her many horse related injuries.     

In this well-researched essay’s central argument, the gender rebellion we often credit Stanwyck with becomes synonymous with her image as a masterful horsewoman, a “woman with a whip.”  And yet, as Russell discovers, the creation of that image reveals a duplicitous tale, one that relies on an archive that is also the site of struggle and, potentially, deception. Some of the dangerous labor in Stanwyck’s films was undertaken by stunt doubles, but the archive, and Stanwyck herself, remain divided. Why does Stanwyck insist she never used doubles (although she did, including the often-uncredited Polly Burson)? Equally important, why did the star perform so many perilous stunts herself, well into her 70s? These practices, like the extreme diets (coffee and steak; celery), attest to the brutal discipline of stardom’s embodiment, a violence that underlies, and potentially belies, the beauty of the images.
 
 
Barbara Stanwyck Rides Again.  By Catherine Russell, Concordia University, Montreal , Shannon Harris. Journal of Videographic Film & Moving Image Studies, August  3, 2021









Catherine Russell, author of The Cinema of Barbara Stanwyck: Twenty-Six Short Essays on a Working Star, answers questions on her new book.

Q: Why did you decide to write this book? 

I wanted to write about Hollywood cinema of the classical period from the perspective of a woman whose career extended through many years and genres of the American studio system. Most histories of Hollywood are centered around great directors, or the studios, or different genres in which women are sidelined as stars or divas, or romantic weepers. Barbara Stanwyck, like many women working in Hollywood, was a hard-working member of the industry whose screen presence and personality as a tough, versatile, and talented woman constituted a valuable contribution to what we call Hollywood cinema. Moreover, as a star, her brand continues to “sell” Hollywood films in the form of DVDs and retrospectives in theatres and streaming services.

Q: What is the most interesting discovery you made while researching and writing your book? 

I found that writing women’s history has challenges and opportunities that I had not expected. This is an emergent field of film studies, as scholars are developing new methods of research and writing with which to account for women and racialized people who have been sidelined by archival practices. It can be extremely rewarding to work with the fragments of trivia, gossip, popular biography, and marginalia that come to the surface of the archive once you scratch it. I found that my project was in good company, and that the materials that I found, in conjunction with Stanwyck’s hundreds of screen appearances, could produce a unique portrait a cultural worker.

Q: What myths do you hope your book will dispel or what do you hope your book will help readers unlearn?

One myth of the studio system is that stars were owned and managed by the studios, with little agency of their own. Stanwyck’s story is that of a freelance worker who managed to make her way through all the major studios, and to work with many of the top directors of the mid-twentieth century. At the same time, Stanwyck’s agency was limited and she took many roles that are demeaning, or in which her characters are undercut. I found that writing from a feminist perspective, it is possible to call out the misogyny of the industry, and at the same time, recognize the talent, perseverance, and integrity of one of its biggest stars. The fact that Stanwyck was a conservative, homophobic republican does not make her any less of an icon for feminist history and practice. Women’s heroes will not always live up to our expectations of feminist values, but they can be critically significant to women’s history nevertheless.

 Q: Which part of the publishing process did you find the most interesting? 

I really enjoyed working on the illustrations which I made from frame enlargements from the films that Stanwyck performed in. The ability to use images taken directly from films is a great tool for film studies scholarship, as it enables the author to pull out critical moments, captured in the form of gestures frozen in time. They can really help to illustrate a critical point, help the reader to grasp the sensory qualities of performance, and isolate certain moments that may be typically overlooked while watching a film. Film stills found in archives are usually what the producers want us to take away from a film; they are designed to sell films. Thus, it is important for critics to cut across that discourse by making our own images that foreground what interests us. I worked with a photographer to get the best quality reproductions and I am pleased that I could include so many in this book.

Q: What is your advice to scholars/authors who want to take on a similar project?

The research for this book spanned over ten years, and it took a long time for the project to take shape. My advice would be not to let the lack of a plan prevent you from exploring and digging in every direction possible. The abecedary structure turned out to be a wonderful device as it enabled me to open 26 different doors to Stanwyck’s career, and at the same time, it imposes its own limits on the scope of each thematic inquiry. Writing 26 short essays rather than 4 or 5 long chapters was actually fun and it also provided a way of doing history outside the conventions of historical storytelling. I would recommend it to anyone who enjoys writing in experimental ways, using arbitrary parameters to help shape material that is retrieved in fragments.

Q: What do you like to read/watch/or listen to for fun?

I watch a lot of movies, including classics of the American cinema, which are being restored and made available on streaming services at an exciting rate. Many films that I have heard about for years are finally coming to me in my own home! I also watch recently released movies at local theatres, and at film festivals. And I read novels constantly. I recently discovered the work of Eve Babitz, a Los Angeles-based writer and party girl from the 70s and 80s. Great writing!  


Q&A with Catherine Russell, author of The Cinema of Barbara Stanwyck. By Kristina Stonehill. University of Illinois Press Blog, May 17, 2023. 







“The Cinema of Barbara Stanwyck: Twenty-Six Essays on a Working Star,” Catherine Russell’s new book on the classic film star, impresses with its comprehensiveness. White it includes essays on better-known great films like “Double Indemnity” and “Stella Dallas,” Russell also includes writing on Stanwyck’s “lesser known films and some real clunkers.” While there isn’t an individual essay for each film that Stanwyck ever starred in, through the collection’s abecedary structure, an essay for each letter of the alphabet, Russell is able to cover a wide index of Stanwyck’s film and television work. The structure also allows Russell to cover topics adjacent to the work itself, such as Stanwyck’s fashion or her brief but important time being represented by agent Zeppo Marx.

This structure provides a timeless shape to the collection. Eschewing the rising/falling arc a chronological view of her career might provide, our scope is widened so we can see career-wide patterns, particularly patterns of contradiction. Even at the height of her glamour, Stanwyck was deeply associated with the working class, due to her humble origins as well as the characters she embodied. But Stanwyck was also a standard-bearer for a virulent anti-red conservatism. Similarly, due to the number of characters rebelling against gender norms that Stanwyck played, she’s a figure that modern viewers try to imagine into a Western-themed queer icon, but Russell cites counterexamples of heterosexuality and homophobia. And while Russell also demonstrates Stanwyck’s uncharacteristic power in shaping her career, being a freelancer during the era of exclusivity contracts, a common refrain is the “persistent tension or paradox between the achievements of the star and entrenched misogyny of the industry”.

Nowhere is the tension more pronounced 
than in Russell’s essay about the critically beloved “the Lady Eve,” a screwball comedy about a con woman taking an alias to swindle the man who broke her heart. While Russell doesn’t argue against its stature in the film canon, she finds a melancholy in its swerve toward a happy ending. In an extended simile, Russell conjures Sophocles’ Antigone, buried alive for her vocal rebellion, and argues that Jean/Eve’s chosen fate, marriage to a man too dull to ever see the real her, as its own entombment. Throughout the collection, Russell has no shortage of similar examples, including fiercely independent gunslingers, journalists, executives and doctors, who by the time the credits roll have sacrificed autonomy for marriage to a bland dude, often played by someone beneath Stanwyck’s billing. In roles big and small, escaping heteronormativity’s enforcement seems impossible.

In its mission to be comprehensive, “The Cinema of Barbara Stanwyck” makes the choice to refuse to simplify Stanwyck’s career. It underscores Stanwyck’s importance, but it doesn’t pretend like she, the films, or the era that created them are something they’re not. As a result, Russell has put together an unflinching work of criticism that must be acknowledged as the definitive work on the subject. It’s essential reading for anyone interested in Stanwyck or the era of film she headlined.
 
Straight Down the Line: A Review of “The Cinema of Barbara Stanwyck: Twenty-Six Essays on a Working Star” By Brendan Tynan Buck. NewCity, May 8, 2023. 



Website Catharine Russell with Cineaste review
















26/11/2021

Pearl Hart, The Wild West's Most Notorious Woman Bandit

   





Pearl Hart stroked her pet wildcat as she leaned back on the bunk in her cell in the courthouse in Tucson, Arizona Territory. It was 1899, and she was the most infamous woman in America. Pearl and her male companion had held up a stagecoach, disarmed the driver and passengers, and stolen their money and guns. They escaped on horseback, but were captured after a long manhunt in the remote high desert. Her story made newspaper headlines, for in an era when a woman’s role was primarily domestic, Americans were simultaneously shocked and thrilled by the concept of a real woman bandit.
 
Journalists and cameramen flocked to the jail, seeking interviews and photographs. They found her a walking contradiction: a petite, attractive young woman who could alternately act like a street ruffian or a feminine ingenue. She dressed in rough cowboys’ clothing and carried a pair of six-guns. Pearl Hart talked tough, smoked cigarettes, drank liquor, used morphine, and had sex with countless men. At the same time, they saw that she was extremely bright, well-spoken, and a voracious reader. She could knit, sew, and write poetry, yet also shoot straight with a heavy Colt’s revolver. Americans had never seen or heard of anyone like her.
 
The public interest in Pearl Hart grew so intense that Cosmopolitan magazine sent two correspondents to seek an in-depth interview. Even in 1899, Cosmopolitan was the country’s most popular women’s publication. The journalists met a friendly, talkative woman in her late twenties, with her long brown hair tied up in a bun. She wore a man’s dark-colored shirt, open at the neck, and trousers held up by suspenders. Pearl loved publicity, and despite the fact that she had been charged with stage-coach robbery and faced a long prison term, she had no qualms about telling her story.
 
     “”When I was but sixteen years old, and while still at boarding school, I fell in love with a man I met in the town in which the school was situated. I was easily impressed. I knew nothing of life. Marriage was to me but a name. It did not take him long to get my consent to an elopement. We ran away one night and were married. I was happy for a time, but not for long. My husband began to abuse me, and presently he drove me from him. Then I returned to my mother, in the village of Lindsay, Ontario, where I was born.
 
     Before long, my husband sent for me, and I went back to him. I loved him, and he promised to do better. I had not been with him two weeks before he began to abuse me again, and after bearing up under his blows as long as I could, I left him again. This was just as the World’s Fair closed in Chicago, in the fall of 1893. Instead of going home to my mother again, as I should have done, I took the train for Trinidad, Colorado. I was only twenty-two years old. I was good-looking, desperate, discouraged, and ready for anything that might come. “
 
Pearl continued on in detail, describing her adventures and misadventures on the Arizona frontier. The two correspondents, scribbling furiously, wrote it all down, oblivious to the fact that they were helping create one of the most enduring legends of the American frontier. For although Pearl Hart was the West’s most notorious woman bandit, her true story has long been lost in the mists of the past. Her personal history is thoroughly obscured by legends, many of them created by Pearl herself.
 
For the next century, newspaper reporters, magazine writers, and historians repeated, and even invented, countless wild tales about her: she was the West’s first woman stage robber; she was the West’s last stage robber; she was the daughter of a wealthy Canadian family; she was a virtuous schoolgirl in Phoenix; she performed with Buffalo Bill Cody’s Wild West Show. Even her identity has been the subject of controversy: her real name was Mrs. Frank Hart, Pearl Bandman, Caroline Hartwell, Pearl Taylor, Mrs. E. P. Keele, Mrs. Earl Lighthawk, and Pearl Bywater. She was born in Canada, Ohio, and Kansas. Her husband was Brett Hart, Frederick Hart, Frank Hart, William Hart, James Taylor, Dick Baldwin, Harry Boardeman, Joe Boot, and Calvin Bywater.
 
But most of that is not true. The tales she spun in the Tucson jail have confounded authors, researchers, and historians for the last 120 years. Although Pearl Hart has been featured in hundreds of magazine articles and books, not one of them comes close to an accurate depiction of her life. But now, modern digital newspaper archives and genealogical data banks have provided the key to unraveling the mysteries of Pearl Hart’s career. Her authentic story is alternately romantic, exciting, and disturbing. For the truth is far more fascinating—and instructive—than the myths spread by popular writers, casual researchers, and deliberate fictioneers.
 
Pearl Hart was a woman far ahead of her time. She was self-reliant, adventurous, unconstrained by convention, and sexually liberated. Those attributes were extremely rare for a woman in the nineteenth century. Then, few women worked outside the home. They dressed modestly, raised children, cooked, cleaned, and managed the household. In rural America, they helped tend the family farm and often labored next to their fathers or husbands in the fields. In urban areas, there were more opportunities for employment for women: as domestic workers in middle- and upper-class homes, as seamstresses in dress shops, and as mill girls in factories and textile mills. And despite such work obligations, women were still expected to marry, bear children, and be the bedrock for moral, religious, and familial stability.
 
In the American West, most pioneer women and girls came to the frontier with their fathers, brothers, and husbands. Yet in frontier boomtowns, the first female arrivals were often prostitutes. As the lyrics of a popular song of the 1849 California Gold Rush proclaimed:
 
“The miners came in forty-nine,
The whores in fifty-one;
And when they got together.
They produced the native son.”
 
In that era, there were no welfare subsidies, no unemployment benefits, and no job security. For poor, uneducated, and unskilled women, prostitution often provided the only means of survival. Because of the huge gender imbalance on the frontier, prostitutes in the West were not held in the same disrepute as those in the East. Yet the life of a so-called fallen woman was brutal and debilitating. Many died of alcoholism, drug abuse, and violence. But many more left the profession, married, and led stable and respectable lives thereafter.
 
Among the most notable examples are Josephine Marcus Earp and Allie Sullivan Earp, the wives, respectively, of Wyatt Earp and his brother Virgil. Both lived to old age, dying in the 1940s after leaving memoirs of their famous husbands. Modern research has revealed that both Josephine and Allie had been frontier prostitutes in the 1870s, and their husbands were fully aware of their pasts.
 
Myths about women in the Old West abound, and Hollywood has been the leader in creating them. Beginning in the 1920s and ’30s, a staple in Western films has been the cowgirl: a woman who rode and dressed like a man, wore blue jeans, boots, and a cowboy hat, and often sported a six-shooter hung low from a cartridge belt. That was a screenwriter’s fantasy, for cowgirls did not exist in the Old West. The term first appeared in the 1880s and was used to describe female performers in Wild West shows. In that era, women on horseback wore skirts and rode sidesaddle. For a woman to ride like a man astride a horse was considered sexually suggestive and highly improper.
 
Prior to 1900, women almost never wore men’s trousers. In fact, most communities had laws against cross-dressing, and women who ventured out in male attire were subject to arrest. Split skirts first became popular for female bicyclists during the bicycle craze of the 1890s. But split skirts for horsewomen were virtually unknown before 1900, and such attire continued to be scandalous until the 1920s. That is why the American public was shocked by widely published photographs of Pearl Hart, wearing men’s clothing and armed to the teeth with a Winchester rifle and a brace of revolvers.
 
Most Western filmmakers have been almost clueless about how women looked, dressed, and acted in the real West. Since the 1920s, any Western movie can be immediately dated by the hairstyles of its actresses. In Westerns made in the 1920s, the women wear 1920s hairdos; in Westerns made in the 1970s, the actresses sport 1970s hairstyles, and so on. Unlike depictions in fiction and film, American women in the late nineteenth century did not exhibit long hair draping over their shoulders. A woman was expected to keep her hair up or wrapped in a bun, for it was considered immodest for a woman to display her flowing locks. Only her husband or her family were allowed to see her with hair to her shoulders, and then only when she was at home or preparing for bed. Thus originated the expression let your hair down, meaning to relax and be oneself. And in the real West, women—even prostitutes—wore demure Victorian clothing, without the cleavage so often seen on screen.
 
Contrary to Hollywood films, there was not a single female gunfighter in the history of the Wild West. That is not to say that women did not participate in gunplay. Nineteenth-century newspapers are filled with accounts of women—from common prostitutes to upper-class matrons—shooting each other as well as men. Love triangles and domestic disputes were the most common cause of such female violence. Television and movie Westerns also frequently show supposed saloon girls drinking, gambling, and rubbing shoulders with men in bars. Such depictions are wildly inaccurate. Women in a saloon or gambling hall generally worked in a brothel situated upstairs. Respectable women were not allowed in saloons. If a woman stepped into a saloon or a card parlor, she would be immediately branded a prostitute and could never again show her face in polite society.
 
The vast majority of women in the nineteenth century did not have sexual relations outside of marriage. They did not smoke, and they certainly did not use opium and morphine. They did not wear men’s clothing, ride astraddle, or carry six-shooters. Pearl Hart broke all these taboos and then some. She swore, smoked, drank, robbed, rode hard, broke jail, and used men with abandon. The Old West never saw another woman like her.
 
 
 
Excerpted from Wildcat: The Untold Story of Pearl Hart, the Wild West’s Most Notorious Woman Bandit by John Boessenecker, 2021.
 
 
The True Story of Pearl Hart, Straight-Shooting, Poetry-Writing Woman Bandit. By John Boessenecker. LitHub, November 11, 2021.











The bandits had been waiting for three hours for the stagecoach to pass. At 5 p.m. on May 30, 1899, it finally rattled down the track in Kane Spring Canyon, Ariz., and the duo made their move. Stepping out from behind a roadside bush and armed with six-shooters and Winchester rifles, they ordered the driver to stop, forcing him and his three passengers to alight.
 
Lining them up on the ground, the robbers went through the victims’ pockets, helping themselves to hundreds of dollars, firearms and jewelry. When one of the passengers resisted, the smaller of the bandits — wearing blue overalls and coarse boots that were clearly too big — laid down the law: “Cough up, partner,” he gruffly said, “or I’ll plug you.”
 
Those were the only words the thief spoke the whole time — because she was afraid of being discovered as a woman. The heist over, Pearl Hart, “The Bandit Queen,” rode off into notoriety.
 
In “Wildcat: The Untold Story of Pearl Hart, The Wild West’s Most Notorious Woman Bandit” (Hanover Square Press), out Tuesday, author John Boessenecker reveals just who the real Pearl Hart was — and it’s not who many historians believe her to be. Contrary to popular accounts, Pearl Hart wasn’t born in Kansas, nor was she the daughter of a wealthy Canadian family. She didn’t perform with Buffalo Bill Cody’s famous Wild West Show and she certainly didn’t go to boarding school.
 
No, “Pearl Hart” was born Lillie Naomi Davy on April 19, 1871, in the lumbering community of Lindsay in Ontario, Canada. Her father, Albert Davy, was a violent alcoholic who had served time for the attempted rape of a 14-year-old girl at knifepoint and who, Boessenecker suggests, likely abused his own daughters, too.
 
Like her husband, Anna Davy could neither read nor write. Between 1867 and 1885, she would give birth to nine children — Lillie being the third — and struggle to make ends meet, a situation compounded by her husband’s drinking and abuse. He once served 15 days in jail for kicking Anna and their children out of the family home and forcing them to live on the street, begging for food.
 
Later, Anna was gang-raped by four men at their shanty house, with her kids in the next room. She was five months pregnant at the time.
 
With an absent father and “no food, no job, no money and no choice,” Lillie Davy and most of her siblings took to petty crime and were habitually housed in juvenile correction facilities. One brother, 10-year-old Henry, would take his younger sisters and even their toddler brother on his burglaries. Lillie and three of her sisters, meanwhile, all worked as prostitutes. She even took her pseudonym, Pearl Hart, from a madam she had known in Buffalo. In “Wildcat,” Boessenecker explains that Lillie Davy was already working as a prostitute from as young as 13. When she was 15, she tried and failed to elope with a 36-year-old carpenter.
 
But then, marriage never really suited her.
 
As both Lillie Davy and Pearl Hart, she was married many times, sometimes officially, sometimes not. She left some husbands because they were just as abusive as her estranged father. Others, like Earl Lighthawk (who was also one of her sister Katy’s former lovers), she married using a pseudonym, as did he, as they were both still married to other people. In an argument over Hart’s infidelity, Lighthawk later shot himself in the head but survived, and the couple later welcomed a baby daughter, Saphronia Millie, in 1906.
 
Boessenecker also maintains that Hart had two more children, a boy and then a girl, and it’s believed that she sent them away to live with one of her sisters in Ohio.
 
Lillie and Katy ran away from home to avoid their “worthless wretch” of a father, cutting their hair short and wearing boys’ clothes not just to avoid detection but also to avoid the sexual advances of men while they were traveling. When they were caught committing crimes, the idea that two young girls in disguise could be capable of such things immediately caught the eye of the press: “On the Warpath — the Notorious Davy Girls Make Trouble for the Police” was one headline.
 
It was the kind of notoriety that would follow Lillie Davy — or Pearl Hart — for her entire life as she traversed the country with assorted rascals and reprobates, including Charles Dean, a streetcar brakeman by day and burglar by night, and pianist Dan Bandman, who not only robbed her of her life savings but was so abusive that Hart tried to kill herself “three or four times during their relationship.” While she appeared to revel in her celebrity, regaling scores of interviewers with her tales of adventures, all Hart ever wanted, according to Boessenecker, was “total obscurity.”
 
But that was never an option, not after the events of May 30, 1899.
 
While she was in the silver mining town of Globe, Ariz., working in what was euphemistically called a miners’ boarding house (a k a a brothel), Hart received notice that her ailing mother was suffering with heart disease and close to death back in Kansas City. Desperate to see her but without the means to get home, Hart hatched a plan with her lover at the time, a former shoemaker from Chicago who went by the name of Joe Boot: They would hold up a stagecoach.
 
Hart, disguised as a man, led the ambush, robbing the driver and three passengers of $469, some pistols and a gold watch. She was arrested before making it back to Kansas. But her mother, Anna, wouldn’t die for another 16 years.
 




When Hart was finally tracked down and arrested a week later, she was remanded in Pima County Jail in Tucson, where her fame had preceded her. Visited by a succession of reporters, photographers and adoring fans, she was even given a bobcat by an admirer, which she was allowed to keep as a pet.
 
She also met and fell in love with another inmate, Ed Hogan, but when her bobcat bit him, he picked it up and hurled it onto the stone floor, killing it instantly. As an apology, Hogan agreed to help Hart escape and having cut a hole in the wall of her cell, they pair made it as far as the local rail depot, boarding a freight train to New Mexico before being apprehended.
 
Though Hart was returned to prison, the jailbreak merely served to enhance her status as a national folk hero and feminist icon. “Pearl Hart was a women far ahead of her time,” writes Boessenecker. “She was self-reliant, adventurous, unconstrained by convention and sexually liberated. These attributes were extremely rare for a woman in the 19th century.”
 
It’s a view reinforced by Hart’s own brand of feminism. When she was arrested for the stagecoach robbery in 1899, for example, she told the court in Tucson that she would “never consent to be tried under a law she or her sex had no voice in making.”
 
It didn’t work.
 
Though one of the victims refused to give his name and press charges, likely because he had recognized Hart from one of the many brothels he had visited, the others went ahead. Hart was sentenced to five years imprisonment; Boot, her co-conspirator, was given 30 years.
 
She would serve her sentence as the only female resident among 260 prisoners at the infamous Yuma Territorial Prison, a “repulsive hellhole” on the banks of the Colorado river. She arrived by train, accompanied by lawmen and smoking a large cigar, and immediately became the “supreme object of desire” for the rest of the prison’s inmates.
 
Despite the conditions, Yuma would prove to be a transformative experience for Pearl Hart. When she was granted early parole in 1902 — largely because of an outbreak of smallpox in the prison — she had not only weaned herself off a chronic morphine addiction but also become a skilled seamstress. She’d learned to read, write and compose poetry. Meanwhile, her sister Katy enjoyed success of her own, writing a play about Hart called “The Arizona Female Bandit.”
 
America was shocked and thrilled by the idea of a female outlaw. Newspapers clamored for interviews with Hart, while Cosmopolitan, a new magazine at the time, was obsessed with her, often sending reporters to try to get quotes out of her. She was regularly portrayed as daring and devious, romantic and free-spirited, even though the reality of Hart’s gritty existence was anything but.
 
It’s one of the reasons there are so many “falsehoods and folklore” about her life, as Boessenecker calls them. Visit her Wikipedia page and you’ll essentially be reading the life story of someone else. There, you will see she was born “Pearl Taylor” and that she died in 1954, under the name “Pearl Bywater.” According to Boessenecker, she actually died 20 years earlier at her daughter’s home in Los Angeles, later being interred in Rose Hill Memorial Park, under her married name Lillie Naomi Meyers.
 
While Hart herself certainly embellished her story in interviews, it’s also true that Hollywood has never really been accurate in its portrayal of women in the Old West. There were, for instance, no such thing as “cowgirls” in the Old West,” as the term was only ever used to describe female performers in circus shows. And, contrary to what you might have seen on the silver screen, there wasn’t a single female gunfighter back then.
 
That’s what really marks Pearl Hart’s story as remarkable: She led a life at odds with societal norms and convention.
 
“The vast majority of women in the nineteenth century did not have sexual relations outside of marriage,” writes Boessenecker. “They did not smoke, and they certainly did not use opium and morphine. They did not wear men’s clothing, ride astraddle or carry six-shooters. Pearl Hart broke all these taboos and then some. She swore, smoked, drank, robbed, rode hard, broke [out of] jail and used men with abandon.
 
“The Old West never saw another woman like her.”
 
 
The wild life and death of the Old West’s feminist bandit, Pearl Hart. By Gavin Newsham.  New York Post, October 30, 2021. 







Lindsay native Pearl Hart became a media sensation in America’s West in 1899, shocking the public as a smoking, drinking, drug-abusing woman who robbed a stagecoach disguised as a man and armed to the teeth.
 
She was a trailblazer in the truest sense of the word, one-of-a-kind, just as her name suggests.
 
So it’s easy to understand how she captured the imagination of best-selling author John Boessenecker who recently released Wildcat: The Untold Story of the Canadian Woman who Became the West’s Most Notorious Bandit, a biography of Hart.
 
The life-long Western enthusiast and award-winning historian had just the right balance of research skill and dogged determination to take on the project, diving into territorial records and genealogical data for countless hours, assembling the puzzle pieces of a life lived with one foot in the spotlight and the other firmly in the shadows.
 
When researching another book in 2012, Boessenenecker came across the story of Hart, and was immediately intrigued.
 
 
“This would be a great book if I can figure out who she is,” he remembers thinking, but turns out, Hart and her family had done a fine job of hiding her birth name.
 
“That was the hardest part was figuring out her real name.”
 
He connected some dots after finding records of Hart’s sister and brother with the last name Davy before discovering her birth name had been Lillie. The author then decided to call the Lindsay branch of the Kawartha Lakes Public Library to see if he could track down more information.
 
 “They promptly sent me a big fat file, because they had figured out years earlier who Pearl Hart was and I felt like an idiot for putting in all this work when I could have just called this library in Lindsay,” Boessenecker recalls with a laugh.
 
“They were extremely collaborative,” he adds, which is why they get a special shout-out in the acknowledgments of his book, noting their research, “proved crucial to uncovering the real life of Pearl Hart,” alongside an acknowledgment to the Olde Gaol Jail (now museum) whose role was in providing jail register information on Hart’s ne’er-do-well father Albert Davy.
 
“That opened up the floodgates, when I figured out her name was Lillie Davy,” he says.
 
Hart was born in Lindsay to Albert, an abusive criminal who she described as a, “worthless wretch,” and mother Anna, her only stabilizing influence, and eight other siblings.
 
“They grew up in abject poverty,” says Boessenecker, adding that the children were put to work on the family farm young, and took to stealing and, in the case of the girls, prostituting themselves by the time they were in their early teens. 
 
“This was clearly a matter of survival, they had no marketable skills.”
 
At 13-years-old, Pearl (then Lillie), ran away to Buffalo with her younger sister Katy to escape their abusive father.
 
Poring over court documents from the time that detailed the trauma the Davy children suffered at the hands of their father went a long way in understanding the person young Lillie would become, says Boessenecker.
 
“When you read that, you understand what made Pearl Hart.”
 
“She was definitely a child of circumstance,” says Boessenecker.
 
By the time the girls ran away, they were already tough as nails, intelligent and adapted to do what they needed to do to survive including dressing as men to avoid unwanted sexual advances and stealing.
 
 “It shows that Pearl Hart didn’t just come out of nowhere, she had many years of experience that led up to the stagecoach robbery,” he says.
 
“They were survivors and made the most of what they had.”
 
The day that put ‘The Bandit Queen’ in the history books was May 30, 1899 when she, disguised as a man, held up a stagecoach in Arizona and robbed the passengers at gunpoint. The ensuing ‘man’ hunt and subsequent capture and discovery of Hart’s gender turned her into a national sensation – even Cosmopolitan did a spread of her -  and the most notorious female outlaw on the Western frontier.
 
“The public was just stunned by her arrest,” says the author.
 
“This was headline news all around the country.”
 
And although Hollywood may tell you otherwise, Boessenecker says the West had not seen the likes of Hart.
 
“That’s what makes her so unusual, there was no such thing as a cowgirl in the Wild West,” he says of the time where most women were at home.
 
“A woman that robbed a stagecoach? Unheard of.”
 
The whole thing reads like something out of a movie complete with a prison escape and hung jury – thanks to her well-practised use of her feminine wiles to sway a fellow inmate and the all-male jury respectively - before Hart was ultimately sent away to Yuma Prison for her role in the crime.
 
After being released from prison, Hart’s life once again became a mystery as she changed her name and essentially disappeared. Bessenecker however was able to piece together, with some help from Hart’s great, great niece, the remaining years of her life when she turned it all around, ultimately living with her daughter and helping raise her grandbabies first in Hawaii, then Los Angeles.
 
“She dies as a matronly, lower-middle class grandmother,” he says.
 
Beyond telling the fascinating, if dark, tale of Hart’s life, Boessenecker says he hopes people reading the book will truly understand the importance of having safety nets in place for children, so those suffering abuse and trauma have a place to go, something Hart never had.
 
“I think today, the time borne lesson of the book is the importance of the protection of children.”
 
Wildcat: The Untold Story of the Canadian Woman who Became the West’s Most Notorious Bandit, was released this month and is available in most book stores as well as on Amazon. The San Francisco author has penned 10 other books, including Texas Ranger: The Epic Life of Frank Hamer, the man who Killed Bonnie and Clyde, which went on to become a New York Times Best-Seller.
 
Untold story of Lindsay's infamous female stagecoach robber Pearl Hart subject of new book. By  Barbara-ann Maceachern. The Star November 16, 2021.
 





When it comes to the Old West, writer and Wild West expert John Boessenecker thinks most published accounts are at least misleading. He blames it on the lazy research practices of the 21st century.

 “I kind of cringe when someone tells me they’re writing a book about the Old West,” he said last week during a phone call from his home near San Francisco. “Because a lot of time their research involves googling Wikipedia entries. In the old days, you went to state library archives and sat at a microfilm machine until you were nauseous. Your eyes got blurry and the librarians kicked you out at five. The way I see it, if you haven’t had a run-in with a rat in the basement of a courtroom records archive in west Texas, you aren’t doing research.”

 Boessenecker spent two full years researching his latest, Wildcat, big hunks of which are set in Arizona. The just-published biography retells the life of infamous Wild West outlaw Pearl Hart, unraveling the mythology of this gun-toting, pants-wearing, slutty, and foul-mouthed woman who worked as a prostitute and held up a stagecoach in the late 19th century.

 “So much of what we thought we knew about her came from oral histories and from made-up stories about Pearl’s life in the wilderness,” said Boessenecker, who first read about Hart in high school in the late 1960s. “Then in 2012, I wrote a biography of Bob Paul, one of the great lawmen of the Old West and the sheriff of Pima County. In researching that book, I discovered that Pearl Hart had been locked up in the Pima County jail and that Bob Paul was trying to get her off morphine. I was as hornswoggled as anyone by Pearl’s story and by the ones made up by 1890s yellow journalists. Which was pretty much all journalists back then.”

 Intrigued, Boessenecker dug deeper into Hart’s life before and after her infamous stagecoach stick-up. He discovered a 19th-century feminist who didn’t care much for “a woman’s place” in proper society.

 “She rejected all expectations of women, at a time when there was no context for doing so. Women were expected to marry and have babies and do chores — not run a brothel or rob a stagecoach. But if you’d called her a feminist to her face, Pearl would have had no idea what you were talking about.”

 Boessenecker isn’t certain where Pearl got her gumption.

 “Clearly she was desperate to escape an abusive father and a life of poverty,” he said. “She was bright and attractive but there was a lack of opportunities. When you combine that with her incredible courage, where she runs away from home and dresses like a boy, escapes from the institution in Chicago, you have to think there’s something in her character that’s more than just an abused, defenseless young woman. She stood up for herself and engaged in misadventures that would have done in a lesser woman. Or a lesser man.”

 Boessenecker estimates he’s been collecting information on famous and obscure lawmen since he was 13 or 14.

 “You acquire a lot of useless information about gunfights and lynchings,” he said, “but you also get a broad view of what lawlessness looked like back then. Arizona was wild and untamed, but so were a lot of other places, as it turns out.”

 He doesn't think people are intrigued by the Wild West because of Hollywood movie westerns.

 “People were obsessed with the Old West in the 1860s. Americans like a story about bettering themselves, and that’s what the Settlement Period was about. It held out promise for the future, that any working man could succeed, have a new life, get 180 acres and a mule. The story of that pioneering spirit is still imbued in the American character.

 There are all kinds of misconceptions about the old days, Boessenecker says. “There’s this kooky idea that the Old West wasn’t violent. I and others have debunked that with research that shows how the homicide rates were astronomical. In the 1860s in Arizona, your odds of getting killed were greater than those of infantrymen in Vietnam.”

 Boessenecker has a theory about why, in the bigger history picture, Pearl Hart is largely forgotten.

 “She started out loving the spotlight that came with being a lady outlaw. But after she got out of Yuma prison, she became more reclusive and began to hide herself and her story. She got her family to help her with that.”

 




It didn’t help that when he wrote Duel in the Sun, author Niven Busch changed Pearl’s last name to Chavez, the same name used in the popular movie based on Pearl’s lawless life.

 “If they’d used her real name and been more true to Pearl’s story,” Boessenecker said, “she’d be better known today.”

 Instead, when it came to women of the Old West, one heard stories about Annie Oakley and Belle Starr.

 “And neither of those women ever robbed anyone in their lives,” Boessenecker sighed.

The New Book Wildcat Tells How Outlaw Pearl Hart Roughed Up the Old West. By Robrt L. Pela. Phoenix New Times, November 10, 2021.




Boessenecker’s new biography of Pearl Hart, plus a new dual bio of Geronimo and Sitting Bull, new histories of train robbing and the Western mail service and a new Old West heroine.

 
In recent years, John Boessenecker has published outstanding biographies and histories on subjects we have come to expect from the San Francisco-based historian: Frank Hamer, Wyatt Earp and the Cowboys, Bob Paul and Wells Fargo. But, with the recent Wildcat: The Untold Story of Pearl Hart, The Wild West’s Most Notorious Woman Bandit (Hanover Square Press, $28.99), he has outdone himself by rewriting the history of one of the most legendary women of the American West, and established a new model for writing Western women’s, family and criminal history. The life and times of Lillie N. Davy, aka Pearl Hart, make a heartbreaking, larger-than-life tale of family poverty, child abuse and frontier survival but also an enlightening and inspiring story of a woman and her family’s determination to survive, live, love and thrive, no matter the odds. As Boessenecker writes, “to understand Pearl Hart, one must know where she came from, how she grew up, and how her childhood affected her adult life.”
 
What I find remarkable about Boessenecker’s biography of Pearl Hart is the detailed research he did on her life, her siblings and her parents. He credits both Hart’s great-grand-niece Renee Gallagher for sharing the heretofore unknown family archive, including rare photos, and Arizona historian Jean Smith for generously sharing her research on Hart. Boessenecker’s style of synthesizing the information from Gallagher and Smith with the available public record, primary sources, newspaper accounts and secondary materials resulted in one of the most intriguing Canadian-American family history biographies published in recent years.
 
In fact, to U.S. historians of the 19th and 20th centuries who teach Mark Twain’s classic novel The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn—still one of the most important novels published in American history on rural poverty, child abuse, alcoholism and the criminal justice system—I would recommend Boessenecker’s Wildcat be immediately added to their course syllabi.
 
For historians interested in the Gilded Age/Progressive era topics of family, poverty, frontier childhood, criminal justice, prostitution, marriage, abuse and women’s history, Wildcat should be considered a theoretical model for future monographs. Hart’s life story, now out of the shadows, should be studied, and—ironically, because she was so reclusive in her last years—held up to represent the challenges women faced across North America in the 19th and much of the 20th century.
 
Boessenecker continues to surprise us by pulling back the curtain on assumptions and legends about Western events and characters to reveal new facts, interpretations, perspective and context. From his first book, Badge and Buckshot: Lawlessness in Old California, to his latest prior to Wildcat, Ride the Devil’s Herd: Wyatt Earp’s Epic Battle Against the West’s Biggest Outlaw Gang, the intrepid author’s arc of publishing reminds me of two venerable historians of the West: the late Richard H. Dillon and Robert M. Utley. Like Dillon and Utley, Boessenecker does detailed and well-documented research. The questions he asks are fresh and reveal new perspectives, and his prose is literary and highly readable. So where will his research compass take him next? I am eager to find out, as I am sure most of his readers are, who he will write about next. In the meantime, I believe Wildcat should inspire other Western historians to flip well-known subjects and personalities on their heads and begin asking if we know everything we should about the topic, or if it is time to discover the truth behind our most legendary and mythic Old West men and women.
 
Notorious and Legendary. By Stuart Rosebrook. True West, November 2021.


“I shall never submit to be tried under the law that neither I nor my sex had a voice in making.”, Pearl Hart