Passionate Friends, Sylvia Martin

WP_20151104_001I first read Passionate Friends to support my study of Miles Franklin, but ended up with a wider understanding of first wave feminism, suffragism in Melbourne in the 1900s, and of the evolving nature of women’s friendships. Rather more than I bargained for! The “passionate friends” of the title are writer Mary Fullerton (1868-1946) and businesswoman Mabel Singleton (1877-1965). Miles Franklin was a third in their friendship circle, staying with them in London for a year in 1931,2 and enjoying a voluminous correspondence with Fullerton, in particular, from their first meeting in 1922 and subsequently with Singleton as well.

My ongoing project is to flesh out an understanding of the Independent Woman as an ideal Australian both alongside and instead of the Lone Bushman, and Martin is clear that Franklin and Fullerton saw this as an objective for their writings too. But Dr Martin’s objective is slightly different in that she wishes to position women’s independence and women’s friendships in a spectrum which includes lesbianism. I admit this makes me uncomfortable; as Martin puts it, “Occasionally … biographers show a prurient fascination about single women’s sexuality and its possible “abnormality”; here the offenders are usually male.”

Mary Fullerton was a poet and novelist best remembered now, if at all, for her memoir of childhood in East Gippsland, Bark House Days (1931) although she had a number of novels published and two volumes of poetry (under the nom de plume ‘E’). Miles Franklin wrote in a letter in 1939:

By the way I have just been writing Mary’s name on a list. Alice Henry written to by some body for a list of twenty names of Aust women writers, asked for my list. She had put Mary Fullerton and so did I and so did Kate Baker. She had also Alice Grant Rosman and D Cottrell – I objected to these two and Ethel Turner and M G Bruce – such slush.

Like Franklin, Fullerton was not given any schooling beyond her local primary school, but she was a voracious reader and quite early formed the intention of being a writer. By her early 20’s she was having some success at getting articles and poems published in various newspapers, and publication in Vida Goldstein’s paper Woman’s Sphere (1900-1905) led to her joining Goldstein’s suffragist group, the Women’s Political Association, in 1903.

Mabel Singleton was English, but in 1904 when she was 27, she married a very well-off Australian, Robert Singleton, a 63 year old retired accountant, and returned with him to his mansion, set on extensive grounds, in the Melbourne suburb of Malvern. She soon became active in the women’s movement, and in 1909 while working on Vida Goldstein’s second senate election campaign, she met Mary Fullerton, who expressed her feelings on their meeting in the poem Anniversary (1911):

Dear heart I am grateful/Your hand came to mine,/Dear love are you glad that/My clasp answered thine?

An intense friendship developed, they were soon both senior office bearers in the WPA, and in 1912 they were noted in the WPA’s newsletter Woman Voter as having departed on “a well-deserved holiday” to England, returning in 1913.

In 1910 Mabel fell pregnant and had a son, Dennis, perhaps not to her husband, as he banished her from Malvern and subsequently disinherited her. Mary’s poems express some shock at this pregnancy, but also love, and the two women and the child effectively form a household from then on, although they did not live together permanently until they moved to England in 1922.

Miles Franklin was taken up by leading Sydney suffragist Rose Scott when My Brilliant Career came out (see my post on My Career Goes Bung) and her second published novel Some Everyday Folk and Dawn (1909) is about the lead-up to women voting for the first time in the Federal election of 1902, but she seems never to have got beyond the fringes of the suffragist movement. In 1904 she was working in Melbourne and was introduced to Goldstein but appears not to have met Fullerton until 1922 when Fullerton came to London to rejoin Mabel and Dennis, and where Franklin had been living for 7 years after spending the years 1906-1915 working with fellow Australian activist Alice Henry in the women’s trade union movement in Chicago.

Fullerton seems to have been greatly concerned by the nature of her own sexuality. She is clear from an early age that she does not want to be in a heterosexual relationship, and after moving up from the country in her early 20s she lives in a household in Melbourne with her mother and sisters, before forming a lasting relationship with Mabel Singleton, which her sisters view with some suspicion. When they move to England Singleton characterises Fullerton to her sisters as a ‘paid companion’, partly to placate them and partly to enable her to give money to Fullerton who is very poor.

Fullerton develops a philosophy around ‘friendship’ based on her reading of Ralph Waldo Emerson and Edward Carpenter, author of The Intermediate Sex (1908), which she sets out in the novella Clare (1923), but the core of her belief system is chastity, as it was for Franklin. In passing, Martin comments, “Unlike her friend who regarded herself to be ‘asexual’, Miles took on a resolutely celibate, but heterosexual, stance.”

Fullerton was a prolific writer, with a constant output of articles and poetry, two non-fiction works about Australian settlers and a number of novels of indifferent quality. Nettie Palmer commented to her husband re A Juno of the Bush (1930), “It makes me ache, to realise that her novel was so bad that the best I could do for it was to say nothing.”

Fullerton’s other great role was to act as agent for Franklin’s alter ego Brent of Bin Bin, under which name Franklin was able to set aside her feminism and produce a 6 novel family saga, beginning with Up the Country (1928) to some financial and (male) critical success while maintaining the secret of her identity as author.

This is an interesting work, based not only on primary sources, Franklin and Fullerton exchanged 800 or so letters, but also on meetings with Dennis Singleton who was I think in his eighties at the time of writing. It has strong underpinnings in feminist theory as you would expect from a work which started out as a doctoral thesis, but remains eminently readable.

 

Sylvia Martin, Passionate Friends, Onlywomen Press, London, 2001

Also by Sylvia Martin:

Ida Leeson: a life (Allen & Unwin, 2006) about the first female Mitchell Librarian at the Mitchell Library, SLNSW, appointed to great opposition because of her gender in 1932. Definitely an independent woman! (Awarded the Magarey Prize for Biography and also short-listed for the NSW Premier’s Awards and the Kibble Award).

And I am definitely looking forward to Dr Martin’s upcoming biography of Aileen Palmer, poet and political activist and elder daughter of Vance and Nettie Palmer, scheduled for publication in March 2016 by UWAP. (Working title ‘Ink in Her Veins: the troubled life of Aileen Palmer’). Aileen was a committed communist and was interpreter and secretary to the first British medical unit that went to Spain in 1936. She later became an International Brigader, being involved in the Spanish Civil War for two years, then drove ambulances during the Blitz in London during WWII before returning to Australia. (She was also a PLC girl.)

21 thoughts on “Passionate Friends, Sylvia Martin

  1. I really admire biographers who plod away at writing the lives of these unknowns. They must know that such biographies are never going to sell very well, so it is a real labour of love. We owe them!

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    • We do owe them, but Dr Martin got a PhD and an academic career out of it so she probably did all right. And hopefully her book has been widely read in the ‘Miles Franklin’ community, it certainly helped my understanding of MF and also of the Melbourne suffragists. Also, Dr Martin has a wider project as I understand it of looking back at those independent women who might now be embraced by the lesbian community.

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  2. Great post Bill … I’m fascinated by our early twentieth century writers and wish I had more time to read them.

    Sorry for the late response … I was organising the funeral of a dear aunt the week before last, and then went away with a dear friend last week. Am struggling to catch up. (Am back to Sydney next week to continue working on aunt’s home, so tardiness will continue).

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  3. Please don’t be sorry, I’m sure family comes first with all of us, I’m only pleased that you do continue to read and comment when you can. Sylvia Martin commented as well (by email) and said she put a link up on her Facebook page which seems to have led to a spike in readers!

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  4. I am seeking a poem published inThe Pasionate Friends Newspaper, Melbourne, containing the words below…

    ** recounting your woe into every listening ear won’t get you far
    though it may be quite kind & sincere
    Get on with the job of rebuilding your life for its useless to sigh or complain
    Pluck up courage & just try again **

    Would be grateful if anyone could help, please.

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      • Thank you for responding.
        I was made aware of it early 2002>2005. I think it was in a Melbourne edition.
        Whilst it applies to many circumstances, it really resonates withbereavement.
        The last 2 lines are the end of the poem, if that helps any.
        I cannot recall the full poem, just a few lines, as below …

        ** recounting your woe into every listening ear won’t get you far though it may be quite kind & sincere
        Get on with the job of rebuilding your life for its useless to sigh or complain

        The best thing to do is to start out anew pluck up courage & just try again **

        I would be most grateful if you could help.
        LilyMay.

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  5. Okay, I found it … & thought I’d share it with you …

    Empathy …
    There’s nothing to stop you from building again
    When you find that your castles have crashed
    There’s nothing to stop you from dreaming again
    When the dreams you once dreamed are all smashed
    There’s no law to stop you from wearing a smile, though perhaps you are dying inside
    There’s never a reason for losing a grip on your faith, on your nerve, or your pride
    There’s nothing to gain by recounting your woe into every listening ear
    For pity and sympathy won’t get you far, though it may be quite kind & sincere
    Get on with the job of rebuilding your life, for its useless to sigh or complain
    The best thing to do is start out anew, pluck up courage & just try again

    Apparently it originated from a member of the Salvation Army, [prior to 1977, when it was given to me].
    Don’t have any info on the writer.
    Thanks for your help.
    Regards,
    LilyMay.

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