Mitchell's mother was a suffragist. Her father was a prominent southern lawyer and president of the Atlanta Historical Society. She grew up listening to stories about the Old South and the battles that the Confederate Army had fought around Atlanta during the Civil War. As she grew older, she loved being the center of attention. She said, "If I were a boy, I would try for West Point, if I could make it; or, well, I'd be a prize fighter — anything for the thrills."
"In vain," she wrote, "the leader of the jazz band may burst blood vessels in his efforts to make himself heard above the din of the Double Shuffle and the Fandango Stomp, the newest dances introduced to Atlanta's younger set. Formerly we had a vast respect for the amount of noise a jazz band could produce. Now we see it is utterly eclipsed."
Mitchell had numerous suitors when she was young. She fell in love with a man who went to fight in World War I and never returned. When Mitchell's mother died in 1919, Margaret returned to keep house for her father and brother. In 1922, she married Berrien Kinnard Upshaw, who turned out to be a cruel husband with a violent temper. The disastrous relationship was climaxed by spousal rape and was finally annulled in 1924.
"Scarlett O'Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were. In her face were too sharply blended the delicate features of her mother, a Coast aristocrat of French descent, and the heavy ones of her florid Irish father. But it was an arresting face, pointed of chin, square of jaw. Her eyes were pale green without a touch of hazel, starred with bristly black lashes and slightly tilted at the ends. Above them, her thick black brows slanted upward, cutting a startling oblique line in her magnolia-white skin - that skin so prized by Southern women and so carefully guarded with bonnets, veils and mittens against hot Georgia sun." - from Gone with the Wind
At the end of the book, Scarlett pleads with the man she loves, Rhett Butler, who tells her that he is leaving her. She tells him that she doesn't know what she'll do if he goes away, to which he responds with one of literature's most celebrated lines, "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."
Mitchell wrote the book on a sewing table and stuffed each section into a large Manilla envelope. She wouldn't admit to anyone that she was writing it. She said, "I fought violently against letting even a close friend read as much as a line." If someone walked into the room, she would throw a bath towel over her typewriter.
Mitchell wrote the book on a sewing table and stuffed each section into a large Manilla envelope. She wouldn't admit to anyone that she was writing it. She said, "I fought violently against letting even a close friend read as much as a line." If someone walked into the room, she would throw a bath towel over her typewriter.
She was so furious with the comment that she went home and grabbed the manuscript. She ran back to Latham's hotel and caught him just as he was packing for a train back to New York. Latham liked it, and the book was published by MacMillan in 1936. Comparable in length to Tolstoy's War and Peace, it ran over a thousand pages in length and sold millions of copies. It broke all previous sales records. The New Yorker praised it, and poet and critic John Crowe Ransom admired "the architectural persistence behind the big work" although he criticized it for being overly Southern, particularly in its treatment of Reconstruction.
Malcolm Cowley's disdain in his review came partly from the book's popularity. John Peale Bishop dismissed the novel as merely "one more of those 1,000 page
novels, competent but neither very good nor very sound." Regardless, in 1937, Gone with the Wind was awarded the Pulitzer Prize. And in 1939, the movie adaptation appeared, starring Clark Gable and Vivien Leigh. It won 10 Academy Awards, including one for Best Picture.
Margaret Mitchell died in Atlanta on August 16, 1949, after being struck accidentally by a speeding car while crossing Peachtree Street. Lost Laysen, a lost novella by Mitchell written when she was 16 and given to her close friend, was published posthumously in 1995. The romance was set on a South Pacific island.
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