Katherine Powers: The Lost Art of American Catholicism

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“The baby is crying like hell now. I am not liking it one bit and do not expect to grow used to it. What a foul fiend I am to have for a father… You ask me how it feels to be a father. About the same, I think… If you must get married, I say to young people, be sure you can afford a fifteen-room house and servants. That comes as a blow to them. They read The Catholic Worker and all the rest and are accustomed to thinking in terms of Mary and Joseph and the manger. We have the manger, but we are not Mary and Joseph. Anyway, we are not Joseph.”

J. F. Powers in a letter to the poet Robert Lowell, November 26, 1947

Katherine Powers — “the baby” at left and above, the first of five — wrote one of the resonant and memorable (and best reviewed: here and here) books of 2013. Suitable Accommodations is the “autobiography” of her father, the novelist and short-story master J. F. Powers (1917 – 1999). She assembled it really, from his letters. But it reads and lingers like the novel her famous father meant to write and didn’t, about the family life of an Irish-American and very Catholic artist in the 20th Century Mid-West. We’re talking about the rueful ironies, disappointments and human contradictions of a religious imagination in mid-century America. And I’m presuming to take it personally because I hear so much of my own upbringing in Katherine’s story.

She is evoking a post-war moment, when religion in general and Catholicism as it touched us could be felt not as a political/ethnic pigeonhole but as a vocation or the choice of an unconventional or alternative life. “Movement Catholicism” of the 1950s was big-family time — Trapp Family time before “The Sound of Music” — full of rural aspiration and voluntary poverty, beekeeping and organic gardening, liturgical reform and home-grown art, with a variety of American cultural eminences busy in the background like Flannery O’Connor, Robert Lowell and Katherine Ann Porter (for whom Katherine Ann Powers was named). As Paul Elie notes in an astute review, “Having J. F. Powers in The New Yorker was like having JFK in the White House,” in the same moment, too, even if Powers didn’t like the Kennedys at all. “Too bad it isn’t Gene [McCarthy] instead of Jack,” he noted after the Kennedy election in 1960, “if we have to have a Catholic.”

It was another country and another culture, gone now with barely a trace, it seems. J. F. Powers’ made it his role to write about priests, the way Ring Lardner had written about ball players. His best novel, Morte d’Urban, about a comic climber in the church, won the National Book Award 50 years ago – in a head-to-head race with Nabokov’s Pale Fire and Updike’s Pigeon Feathers. The charm of Powers’ work is a bit of a mystery today. His art did not penetrate the darkness of those rectories. Neither did it catch much inner light of Christian strivers or the spiritual imagination. In Katherine’s reconstruction of her father’s life, a gray Chekhovian fog of self-pity and missed opportunity hangs over the landscape and an under-lived life. All the more remarkable that she has given us a an elegant, selfish man, a writer both stylish and blocked, a reluctant but prolific father, in a telling more poignant than her papa’s best stuff.

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  • Adrianne Balcom

    I went to Bard College in Annandale on Hudson, NY and there was the Catholic Worker Farm in Barrytown next door. It was an interesting mash-up of neighboring cultures. I remember The Workers as eccentric, sweet and
    Self-sustainable. Does any Movement “last”? Is it meant to “kickstart” radical institutional change? Or is it just a slight correction of an oar in the water? Faith!

  • Kate McShane

    This was a really nice interview. I liked her. I’ve not read her father. By the time I had enough money to buy paperbacks, I associated his books w/ establishment Catholicism and they’d just thrown me out of a convent in 1969. They couldn’t stomach the fact that I’d worked in North Philly before I got there and they secretly asked other novices if I’d ever mentioned wanting to work in black neighborhoods. So, Powers represented upper class Catholics, my enemy, and after all, I grew up in an ignorant (huge) working class Irish Catholic family, where every book I ever brought home was confiscated because my Catholic parents thought I was reading about sex.

  • Potter

    I was wondering why I would be interested in this interview not being Christian, not Catholic, but this story does have much broader interest in it as you indicate briefly and perhaps a lesson. I had to wait to read Paul Elie’s excellent review linked above which is behind a pay wall as I just subscribed to Harper’s because the boy scout across the street was selling magazine subscriptions. Reading Elie, he expressed something in the article at the end, similar to the conclusion drawn by Powers daughter Katherine at the end of this interview:

    (quote from Elie)
    Henry James, in his biography of Hawthorne, set out the prospects for the person “overshadowed” by religious inheritance. This person can throw off the yoke and try to start fresh. He can leave it in place “and contrive to be tolerably comfortable beneath it.” He can “groan and sweat and suffer” under it and live a life of misery, for the “dusky blight” will remain. Or he can make it over into art, the way Hawthorne did. “Hawthorne’s way was the best,” James declared,

    for he contrived, by an exquisite process, best known to himself, to transmute this heavy moral burden into the very substance of the imagination, to make it evaporate in the light and charming fumes of artistic production.

    Too, JF Powers seems to have turned away from living, ostensibly detached (religiously) and in order to write. This portrayal makes him seem to me to have been pre-occupied with himself to a dead end. That is, not at all, not worth reading.

    I would like to read the Wills article, also behind a paywall.

    Thanks to you!