attitude toward her own convent life was founded the convent of ‘Our Lady
of Peace.’” Since the convent scenes cover the second half of the book, this
may mean that he was halfway through his novel when he moved in with
Anna that fall. Meanwhile, Dreiser was spinning his own romance in the
same urban jungle that Hilda is protected against. Indeed, as we learn on
his very first page, the city is the seducer as much as any drummer on a
train. “The gleam of a thousand lights,” he wrote, “is often as eªective as
the persuasive light in a wooing and fascinating eye.”4
By the time Henry moved in with Anna, Dreiser had written the first
ten chapters of Sister Carrie. He wrote “steadily,” as he told Mencken, un-
til the middle of October, then quit in disgust, thinking his work was “rot-
ten.” He laid the manuscript aside until December, when Henry came back
to prod him again. He wrote on until the end of January before quitting
once more, just before the climactic scene of the book, where the story will
cease to be mainly Carrie’s and become primarily Hurstwood’s. “Then in
February,” he told Dorothy Dudley in 1930, “Arthur Henry, oª flirting with
some girl, came back and read it. He thought there was nothing wrong with
it, told me I must go on.” Possibly, Dreiser was blocked by his unpleasant
memories of the World and that fateful day in City Hall Park when the idea
of Hurstwood was first born. But if so, he recovered from the blues those
memories gave him, “managed to get the thread” of his story back, and
“finished it up.”5
The plot of Sister Carrie involves essentially three characters who, true
to Dreiser’s sense of determinism, are pawns of heredity and environment.
Like Henry’s tale, it begins hopefully, if not romantically, with a young
woman seeking her destiny, but unlike Hilda’s fate, which involves nuns,
priests, and a garden, Sister Carrie’s destiny threatens to become a train ride
to hell as she becomes involved with two male predators. The fates of all
three intersect first in Chicago and then in New York to send Carrie to star-
dom on Broadway, Hurstwood to the soup kitchens and flophouses of the
Bowery, and Drouet on his merry way, neither hurt nor helped by his in-
teraction with the other two. Knowing nothing of Henry’s chivalric code
but only self-interest, like any lower creature, they are driven by the gods
of money and sex to their fates. Carrie Meeber (“amoeba”) moves from the
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country to the city, exchanging her virginity for material comfort. Her suc-
cessive lovers, Charles Drouet and George Hurstwood, see her, recipro-
cally, as a symbol of the pleasure money and power can purchase. Carrie
abandons the unmarried Drouet for the married Hurstwood, who in turn
leaves his family and his position as manager of a posh Chicago saloon,
steals money from his employers, and flees with Carrie to New York. There,
as he eventually fails in his new investment, Carrie abandons him as well,
and he soon finds himself homeless, sick, and dazed by fate in the winter
of 1896.
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It is di‹cult to see how this plot can be the Siamese twin of A Princess of
Arcady. Yet these two books, both published by Doubleday in 1900, one an
Arcadian romance, the other a grim tale of success and failure, were born
together on the Maumee. Indeed, Henry helped cut and revise Sister Car-
rie, and Dreiser later claimed to have finished A Princess of Arcady. “At that
time,” he told Mencken, “Henry’s interest in Sister Carrie having been so
great his own book was neglected and he could not finish the last chapter.”
This may be an exaggeration or even an outright lie, for by 1916 when Dreiser
made the claim, he and his friend had been estranged for many years. Fur-
thermore, the style throughout the thirteen chapters of A Princess of Ar-
cady appears to be uniformly Henry’s. What the boast does suggest, aside
from an opportunity to undercut the work of a former friend, is that Dreiser
was as familiar with Henry’s plot as Henry was with Sister Carrie. In fact,
as he told Mencken, “Since he had told it to me so often and I knew ex-
actly what he desired to say, I wrote it.”6
The Princess of Arcady is also a nature book in the tradition of John Bur-
roughs, “one of the living men,” Henry once wrote, “I admire most at a
distance.” (Ironically, Dreiser once interviewed Burroughs for an article in
Success, but Henry never met him.) Henry would develop his abilities as a
nature writer much more directly in his next two works, An Island Cabin
(1902) and The House in the Woods (1904). They are Thoreauvian recollec-
tions of his escapes from the daily grind of the city—first on an island oª
the coast of Connecticut, which Anna had either purchased or rented, and
then in the Catskills, where the couple built a cabin. These books reflect
the nineteenth-century idea that even pristine nature cannot help us if we
cannot help ourselves. “Let those who think they are unhappy, because of
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an unfriendly world, retire to a wilderness,” he writes in An Island Cabin,
“and they will discover the source of all their sorrows is in themselves.” As
nature writers of such self-help books went, he was probably at least as good
as most of his competitors. The Brooklyn Eagle called his books “delightful
nature literature,” and Bookman stated that “As a result of life so close to
nature Mr. Henry brought back a more intangible yet indestructible pos-
session in the form of fresh ideals and hopes.”7 He was a dreamer, just like
Dreiser. And like him, he pursued beauty (usually in the feminine form)
most of his life. In fact, there is something of Henry in Carrie’s daydreamy
nature. Dreiser even dedicated Sister Carrie to Henry, “whose steadfast ideals
and serene devotion to truth and beauty have served to lighten the method
and strengthen the purpose of this volume.” He withdrew the dedication
in later printings, however, and never again formally dedicated a book to
anyone, except Grant Richards (“Barfleur”) in A Traveler at Forty (1913) and
his mother in A Hoosier Holiday (1916).
Henry, on the other hand, dedicated An Island Cabin to his by then ex-
wife Maude. And while their separation was brutally sprung on Maude
(in the presence of Anna), they remained friends for the rest of their lives.
Henry was that lovable, and he attracted Dreiser as much as anybody else
who was charmed by the man’s cherubic looks and aªable way. One gets
the sense of his ebullience from reading his books, especially the ones fol-
lowing A Princess, where he drops all pretense of the storyteller and as-
pires to become the Emersonian essayist and poet. Henry had already
worked out his idea of the self-reliant life in two essays, “The Doctrine of
Happiness” and “The Philosophy of Hope,” both utterly derivative of the
transcendentalist doctrine. Dreiser’s theme in Sister Carrie also argues that
no island sanctuary exists in life, but in Carrie and Hurstwood’s world the
romance of self-reliance gives way almost completely to the naturalistic
picture of robotic characters true to their basic needs and nothing more.
When young Hilda of A Princess is asked whether she would like to live in
the city, she answers yes, but only out of love and self-respect: “if ever the
prince should come and marry me.” When Carrie is asked to remain in the
city by Drouet, it takes only twenty dollars—“two soft, green, ten-dollar
bills” to persuade her.8
Dreiser’s Chicago and New York experiences in the 1890s meshed to pro-
duce this masterpiece of reportorial realism, poetry, family history, and the
drama of the city. He knew well the types he wrote about. He had seen
many examples of Drouet on his train trips while on magazine assignments.
Carrie, of course, springs in part from the character of Emma and from at-
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tributes of his other sisters. And Hurstwood, the first unforgettable tragic
figure of American literature in the twentieth century and the prototype
for such other unforgettable failures as F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Jay Gatsby and
Arthur Miller’s Willy Loman, was based on Hopkins. He was also based—
though Dreiser probably wouldn’t have admitted it at the time— on his
general sense of his father’s failure in life. John Paul Dreiser barely lived
long enough to be aware of the novel. He died on Christmas Day 1900, a
little over six weeks after the book’s publication on November 8. He was
by then living in Rochester, New York, with Mame and Austin Brennan.
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