Parker was born and raised in West End, New Jersey, to a Jewish father      and a Scottish mother who died when her daughter was only five.  The loss      initially devastated      her, although in time she grew to rely more heavily on her father, who had      amassed a small fortune in the garment industry.  Father and daughter      soon developed a tenuous bond, and Parker shared with him all of the secrets      and joys that only a young child can know.  Two years later, he married a strict Roman Catholic woman, and      trouble loomed in paradise.
Parker disliked her  step-mother      intensely,      and  the feeling was mutual.  As a young girl, she was      enrolled at a Catholic school for girls in Manhattan, later  transferring to      Miss Dana's Boarding School.  Her father told school authorities  that      she was Episcopalian, although her dark Jewishness marked her as an  outsider.  She  maintained      that image of herself--dark, brooding, alone--and in the face of  early alienation and disappointment, she developed a biting and  irreverent sense of humor      to help her cope with her loneliness.       Late in life, she described herself as "one of those awful children  who      wrote verses."
Despite her earliest literary inclinations,      Parker left school suddenly at the age of fourteen, never to return, to take care      of her ill father, who had once again become a widower. 
When her father died in 1913, Parker moved to New York City      to seek a better life.       She wrote by day and earned money playing the piano            at the Manhattan School of Dance by night.  Few people who knew her      then would have guessed that      she would work herself up to become a legendary figure in New York's      literary scene, as well as one of the most talked about, revered, and feared      critics in literary history.
Parker began      selling poetry to the prestigious Vogue magazine at the age of 19 and      soon accepted an editorial position there.  From 1917 to 1920, she also worked as a      freelance critic for     Vanity Fair and formed, along with Robert Benchley and      Robert Sherwood, the nucleus of a group they dubbed the Algonquin Round Table, an informal      luncheon clique held at New York City's Algonquin Hotel on Forty-Fourth      Street.  Other Round Table members included writers Ring Lardner, James Thurber,     and Harold Ross, who created the New Yorker      magazine.  
Ross said later that he borrowed the tone of voice for his      magazine--irreverent, witty, and sarcastic--from those early meetings.  Parker      was the only female member of the club and often the only woman in attendance.
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Roumania. - from Comment
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Roumania. - from Comment
An enigma of the day, she stood barely four feet-eleven inches tall.       She loved to drink, she loved to dance, she loved to smoke,  she loved to swear.       And she loved to fall in love with men who didn't love her back.  Drama critic Alexander Woollcott described her as "A      blend of Little Nell and Lady Macbeth."  Parker replied, "[I'm] just a little      Jewish girl, trying to be cute." 
She managed, too, despite her cynicism, to take a lifelong if intermittent      interest in political activism.  One of those projects would affect her      for the remainder of her life.  It was her "pet" project, or so she      called it--a demand      for the release of two Italian immigrants who had been arrested for      murder.  She brought the project to the Algonquin where she engaged the other members of the club in      heated debate.  She      felt strongly that long-time political anarchists Nicola Sacco and Bartolomeo Vanzetti had been set up to take the      rap for a crime they didn't commit, and she worked diligently at getting      their death sentence overturned.  She enticed several other celebrities      into joining her, and she was arrested while marching with      Robert Benchley and Heywood Broun for      the Italians' release.
It was only one of her political crusades that included going to Spain to      work against Franco in the Spanish Civil War (the "proudest thing" she ever      did), organizing Hollywood screenwriters into a protective guild, and      getting blacklisted      by the House on Un-American Activities Committee for her leftist social views.
But Parker the Activist had to reconcile herself to Parker the working girl;      and, in 1927, she joined the staff of The New Yorker      magazine      where she wrote book reviews under the pen name, Constant Reader.       While she was there, she became famous for her two-line quip,
Men seldom make passes
At girls who wear glasses.
At girls who wear glasses.
Why is it no one sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah, no, it's always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah, no, it's always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.
During the 1930s, Parker moved with her second husband, Alan      Campbell, to Hollywood where she worked as a screenwriter on A Star Is      Born (1937), directed by William Wellman and starring Janet Gaynor,      Fredric March, and Adolphe Menjou. She received An Academy Award for the      screenplay, along  with Campbell and Robert Carson.  She also      collaborated with Peter Vierter and Joan Harrison on Alfred Hitchcock's      Saboteur (1940).
But her success in Hollywood  failed to      quench her thirst for sardonic wit, much to the chagrin of many   big-name celebrities of the day.  Once, after meeting Joan Crawford,      who was married at the time to Franchot Tone, Parker said, "You can  take a      whore to culture, but you can't make her think."  Of the acting      talents of Katherine Hepburn, she wrote, "She ran the whole gamut of       emotions, from A to B."
When Parker      turned 70, she said, "If I had any decency, I'd be      dead.  Most of my friends are."  She also said, "Wit has truth in      it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words."
Much of Parker's best writing was collected in the     Portable Dorothy Parker, which has been in print since 1944.  Of the      first ten Portables published by Viking, only the Portable Shakespeare      and the Portable Bible have sold as well and as steadily. 
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live. - from Resume
Besides her witty limericks, Parker contributed several words and phrases to      America's pop vernacular, including bobbed (hairstyle: 1915),      queer (homosexual: 1929), bundle of nerves (1915), it's a      small world (1915), and what the hell (colloquial: 1923), not to      mention the ubiquitous high society, one-night stand, and, appropriately enough,      wisecrack.
Dorothy Parker, who once said, "I don't care what is written about me so long as it isn't true" and "People are more fun than anybody," penned her last sardonic quip on June 7, 1967.  She died alone and broken in the New York hotel she had helped to make famous and that had become her final home.
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