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Good morning Art Dogs!
I hope your March went swimmingly. At the beginning of the month, I mentioned that I was going to move to a monthly cadence for posts so I can have some time to really invest into each one. This is the first of those monthly posts.
In between, Iāve been sharing shorter Art Dogsian stories and anecdotes on Notes, which Iāve found quite fun. Here are a few if youāre interested.


Note: On Flannery OāConnerās peacocks: āMy quest, whatever it was actually for, ended with peacocks. Instinct, not knowledge, led me to them.ā
Note: On Marvin Gayeās blissful years in Topanga Canyon with his dogs: āFor weeks Iād just sit and stare into space. With enough time, I was sure this was the place where I could create my masterpiece.ā
Note: On Richard Serraās youth in the Outer Sunset (43rd and Taraval), two doors down from Mark di Suvero: Looking back, di Suvero, who turns 86 this month, recalled long, riotous afternoons when he and a young Mr. Serra played in the dunes, skidding down them on flat cardboard, having to empty their shoes of sand before their mothers let them back into the house. Their relationship, however, was not completely harmonious. āOur dogs would fight,ā di Suvero recalled with amusement. āI had a dog, they got a dog, and his father would say, āLet them fight!āā
Ok, onwards to Pat Highsmith! I hope you enjoy todayās story.
xo
Bailey
Patricia Highsmith has been called one of the greatest psychological thriller writers of all time and a master of āstealth, disquiet, menace.ā Author Graham Greene described her as āthe poet of apprehensionā and her writing as ārelentlessly objective, examining flawed people as she might curious insects.ā
Patricia published 22 books and numerous short stories in over five decades. More than two dozen of her stories have been adapted to film. Her first novel, Strangers on a Train, was turned into a movie directed by Alfred Hitchcock. Her book The Price of Salt, published under the pseudonym Claire Morgan in 1952, was republished 38 years later as Carol under her own name and turned into a 2015 film. (It was the first lesbian novel with a "happy ending.") Her 1955 novel The Talented Mr. Ripley has been adapted on more than one occasion.
And by all accounts, Patricia Highsmith was a monster.
Patricia Highsmith was born Mary Patricia Plangman in Fort Worth, Texas in 1921. As is true for so many great writers, her childhood wasnāt a happy one.
Her parents, Jay and Mary, were both commercial artists. They divorced ten days before Patriciaās birth, and her mother once said that she had tried to abort the pregnancy by drinking turpentine.1 Patricia would not meet her biological father until her early teens.2 Soon after, she claimed that her father got out his pornography collection and āpromptly tried to seduce her.ā
As a six year old, Patricia followed her mom and new stepfather to New York. The coupleās finances were tight, and they fought often. Patricia was sent back to Texas to live with her grandmother for a year. She felt abandoned by her mother and said it was the "saddest year" of her life. Fortunately, her grandmother had taught her to read at just two years old, and Patricia spent her time in Texas exploring her grandmother's extensive library.3 She later said that she has been āwriting the same sort of thing since I was 15 years old āabout people who are a little cracked. I saw a lot around me.ā4


By the age of 12, Patricia had decided she was a man born in a womanās body. Her analyst eventually suggested that she join a therapy group of āmarried women who are latent homosexuals,ā which she agreed to for six months in an attempt to ānormalizeā herself. Instead of taking the therapy seriously, however, Patricia opted to romance other members of the group, which she documented in her diary in her diary. (āPerhaps I shall amuse myself by seducing a couple of them.ā)
She enrolled at Barnard College in the late 1930s, where she studied English composition, playwriting, and short story prose. For one year, she also studied zoology and āfelt a strong tenderness for animals, particularly cats and snails, both of which she kept as pets.ā5 Weāll get to that later.
While in college, she started what would become a lifelong alcohol habit6 and visited lesbian bars throughout the city, developing a reputation as a womanizer and āa sapphic Dennis the Menace.ā7 āI repeat the pattern, of course, of my motherās semi-rejection of me,ā she once wrote. āI never got over it. Thus I seek out women who will hurt me in a similar manner.ā
At just 19 years old, her short story āThe Heroineā was published in Harper's Bazaar. It was selected as one of the twenty best stories that appeared in American magazines in 1945 and won the O Henry award for short stories in 1946. Still, when she applied for work at major publications such as Harper's Bazaar, Vogue, Mademoiselle, Good Housekeeping, Time, Fortune, and The New Yorker, she couldnāt get a position. Fortunately, Truman Capote and an editor at Harper's Bazaar, where she had published āThe Heroine,ā put in a word for Patricia to get into a foundation for the arts called Yaddo8 in New York. Alongside Flannery OāConner (whom she detested), Chester Himes, and other artists, she wrote her first book. It was met with six rejections, but a rewritten version of the book about two men who exchange murders was accepted on the first try.9 Alfred Hitchcock later turned this book into āStrangers on a Train.ā
At 28, Patricia's career was underway.
By all accounts, Patricia Highsmith was an unlikeable adult, her private life a āfiascoāsqualid, chaotic, often extraordinarily painful.ā The 8,000+ diary pages she left us with reflect this transformationāthe notes āscribbled by a dissipated tomboy who aged into a cantankerous dragon, are ribald, chaotic, and ā as her prejudices calcify ā often nasty.ā10
She has been universally described as a raging alcoholic, a misanthrope, and even ānext to impossible to be around.ā She made horrific racist, anti-semitic, and misogynistic comments throughout her life. Her former publisher once said she was āmean, hard, cruel, unlovableā and the āmost odious woman he's ever met.ā Even her oldest friends called her āhormonally strangeā and āa woman at the mercy of her emotional tides, drawn to the darkest corners of her psyche.ā11 Some believe she may have fit the classic definition of a sociopath.12
Of all that Iāve read about her demeanor, I found this passage by Terry Castle the most enlightening:
[Patricia Highsmith] had excruciating difficulties engaging with other people. Virtually everyone who met her remembers her lifelong diffidence: her pathological fear of shaking hands, the way she would reflexively take several steps backward when introduced to someone, the hostile and ruinous drinking. Some readers will disparage [her biographerās] revelations as sordid and unwelcome, like photographs of a car wreck, but to do so is also to miss the point. Quite as much as T.E. Lawrence, Highsmith was a Prince of our Disorder (though she was far more mannish than he). Anyone who has grown up troubled or shy or gay will instantly identify with certain parts of her story--the towering rage above all. However cruelly and ignobly she vented it, her animus toward the world was a psychic necessity, a survival mechanism. In contemplating Highsmith's life and work, Terence's attitude is the right one: Humani nil a me alienum puto. [āI am human: I consider nothing human is alien to meā]
But the fiasco of the life is also the key to the work. Highsmith's personality disorder is everywhere on display in her novels--most strikingly in her plots, which like those of her masters Dostoevsky and Camus (or of J.M. Coetzee) turn upon the unbridgeable alienation of one person from another. Susannah Clapp once described Highsmith as "a balladeer of stalking." "The fixation of one person on another," Clapp observed, "oscillating between attraction and antagonism, figures in almost every Highsmith tale." This seems sadly apt. The stalker wants to get as close as possible to someone: close enough to see, hear, touch, taste, breathe (or murder) the other person, but without any real intimacy being established. Stalking is a parody of intimacy: a way of being in proximity without the pain--or the ecstasy--of actual attachment.
Over and over in Patricia Highsmithās stories, one character develops a deadly obsession with another. āObsessions are the only things that matter,ā she once said. āPerversion interests me most and is my guiding darknessā
Fortunately for Grade A-sociopaths like Patricia Highsmith, weāve got pets on this earthāanimals that both horrible and wonderful humans can obsess over with little to no damaging consequences.
I mean, this cat looks in pure sun-soaked bliss.




Patricia Highsmith never had a long term partner. Her many love affairs never lasted in part, as Gerald Lively writes, because of the authorās unpleasant personality.Ā So she spent most of her time alone with her cats andā¦hundreds of pet snails. Her self-described āstrange pastimeā was observing and writing about the mating rituals of snails, which are nearly all hermaphroditic.
Patricia was first drawn to snails in 1946, before her career took off. While walking past a New York City fish market, she spotted ātwo snails locked in a loving embrace. Intrigued, she took them home, placed them in a fishbowl and watched their wriggling copulation, spellbound.ā13 Eventually, Patricia would accrue up to 300 snails in the back garden of her home in Suffolk, England. Freaky pets for a freaky person! Rennie McDougall wrote:
As was typical of Highsmith, she was riveted by what others found repulsive or nauseating. āThey give me a sort of tranquility,ā she said of the gastropods. āIt is quite impossible to tell which is the male and which is the female, because their behavior and appearance are exactly the same,ā she wrote elsewhere.
Patricia took the snails with her when she left the house. āShe traveled with snails in her luggage,ā recalled
, usually taking five or six of āher favoritesā with her when she went on holiday. Jeanette Winterson also saw her bring snails along to social events. āIf she was bored at dinner parties, she might get a few snails out of her purse and let them loose on the tablecloth.ā14 When Patricia moved to France, she had to illegally smuggle her snails from England into the country in batches. Former editor Larry Ashmead remembered her āsneaking them in under her breasts. She said that she would take six to ten of the creatures under each breast every time she went. And she wasnāt joking ā she was very serious.āSnails even āslithered into her fiction.ā In a short story called āThe Snail-Watcher,ā a snail enthusiast is smothered and consumed by the snails he keeps with him at home. āHe swallowed a snail,ā Patricia wrote. āChoking, he widened his mouth for air and felt a snail crawl over his lips onto his tongue. He was in hell!ā Patriciaās agent deemed the story ātoo repellent to show editors,ā but the story embodied the author in her āgruesome elementā and made its way to publish.15
āObsessions are the only things that matter. Perversion interests me most and is my guiding darknessā ā Patricia Highsmith

Hesperios notes that in her diary, Patricia āwondered at the aplomb with which her snails slithered along the edges of razor blades,ā and expressed curiosity about SĆøren Kierkegaardās account of āthe tightrope-treading anxiety with which we advance through life.ā
Those of us (all of us?) with anxious and obsessive minds teeter on a razor blade. But while snails can bear the tension, we humans chase reprieve. We seek out our own philosophical or spiritual answers to the question: How do we assuage the turmoil of our psychic lives?
Kierkegaard described his approach to soothing anxieties as taking āa leap of faithā into the unknown. According to the Danish philosopher, faith does not possess logic, reason, or rationality. When a person accesses faith, Kierkegaard believes that person is demonstrating trust in something without using logic or reason. Heās saying thereās something transcendent, something higher, we tap into to drive ourselves forward.
I think Patricia Highsmith lost her ability to access Kierkegaardās faith as a young girl. Thus she sought another tackāa radical one. āShe challenged God by asking: āHave you the courage to show me hell?āā16 At just 26 years old, Patricia Highsmith wrote āMy New Year's Toastā in her diary. It reads:
To all the devils, lusts, passions, greeds, envies, loves, hates, strange desires, enemies ghostly and real, the army of memories, with which I do battleāmay they never give me peace.
The young author, void of Kierkegaardās faith, veered instead into darkness. The resulting life was one of isolation, perversion, manipulation and⦠great art. The depth of Patricia Highsmithās psychic strangeness fuels the stories, novels, and movies she created that continue to entertain us.
I suppose we need both the Kierkegaards and the Highsmiths making cultureāthinkers and artists approaching life from the philosophical extremes so that we, their audience, may sample both sides of the razor blade and decide on our own approach.
Now itās up to us. Will we dive into Kierkegaardās faith or Highsmithās perversion?
If youāre taking Highsmithās path, please, do us all a favor. Get yourself some pets and a garden. Itāll take the edge off.

Bonus: Miranda the Panda is on the Veranda
If you need evidence that love (lust?) can bring us to our to knees, look no further than āMiranda the Panda is on the Veranda,ā the childrenās book avowed misanthrope and high-minded literary snob Patricia Highsmith created with a romantic partner.
In 1955, the same year she published The Talented Mr. Ripley, Patricia Highsmith began an affair with Doris Sanders, an advertising copywriter. Together they worked on the book, which Doris wrote and Patricia illustrated. Itās full of of simple nonsense rhymes (āGolf sox on a musk ox,ā āA habit on a rabbit,ā āA funny on a bunny,ā āA chandelier on a little deer.ā) Itās sweet-hearted and simple, and completely unlike anything else Patricia produced.
The year after publishing the book, Patricia cheated on Doris, ending their relationship
Enjoy!
https://web.archive.org/web/20150922211303/http://www.newrepublic.com/article/the-ick-factor
https://archive.org/details/talentedmisshigh0000sche
https://imageamplified.com/the-relevant-queer-patricia-highsmith-writer-champion-of-serial-killer-antiheroes-lover-of-cats-owner-of-snails-born-january-19-1921-2/
https://www.nytimes.com/1991/08/17/style/IHT-patricia-highsmithalone-with-ripley.html
Andrew Wilson in his biography Beautiful Shadow: A Life of Patricia Highsmith
https://web.archive.org/web/20150922211303/http://www.newrepublic.com/article/the-ick-factor
The author stayed at the retreat only once for two months during this summer of 1948, but left her entire estate, worth about $3 million, to Yaddo when she died in 1995.
https://www.nytimes.com/1991/08/17/style/IHT-patricia-highsmithalone-with-ripley.html
https://hesperios.com/news/dailiness-no-7/
https://www.nytimes.com/2021/04/19/t-magazine/patricia-highsmith-talented-mr-ripley.html
https://web.archive.org/web/20170325023853/http://www.saratogaliving.com/featured/patricia-highsmith-yaddo-and-america
https://www.nytimes.com/2021/04/19/t-magazine/patricia-highsmith-talented-mr-ripley.html
https://www.laphamsquarterly.org/contributors/highsmith
https://www.nytimes.com/2021/04/19/t-magazine/patricia-highsmith-talented-mr-ripley.html
https://hesperios.com/news/dailiness-no-7/
This fascinating post sent me back to Highsmithās guidebook PLOTTING AND WRITING SUSPENSE FICTION, which is full of wisdom for writers of any kind of fiction. She pointedly mentions snails and shells. For instance: āWriters and painters have by nature little in the way of protective shells and try all their lives to revove what they have, since various buffetings and impressions are the material they need to work from.ā
I look forward to your articles and get excited every time I see one post! They are always so rich with new learning for me and ultimately each one sends me down the rabbit hole to read and learn more about your featured figures. Thank you for what I can only assume is a mountainous amount of research and effort that goes into each creation!