| The Smile
by William Blake
There is a smile of love,
And there is a smile of deceit;
And there is a smile of smiles,
In which these two smiles meet.
(And there is a frown of hate,
And there is a frown of disdain;
And there is a frown of frowns
Which you strive to forget in vain,
For it sticks in the heart's deep core,
And it sticks in the deep backbone.)
And no smile that ever was smiled,
But only one smile alone—
That betwixt the cradle and grave
It only once smiled can be.
But when it once is smiled
There's an end to all misery.
"The Smile" by William Blake, from Selected Poetry. © Oxford University Press, 1996. Reprinted with permission. (buy now) It's the birthday of fiction writer Alice Adams (books by this author), born in Fredericksburg, Virginia (1926). She grew up in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, where her father was a professor and her mother struggled but failed to make it as a novelist. Adams graduated from high school when she was just 15 years old. She said, "I was bright in school and ran into trouble because of that Southern thing that women are supposed to be stupid." She went to Radcliffe where she met a Harvard student and married him when she was just 19. They settled in San Francisco and had a son, but a few years later, they were divorced. Adams dug herself into the San Francisco literary scene, raised her son, and started writing. She wrote 11 novels, including Superior Women (1984), Caroline's Daughters (1991), and A Southern Exposure; and books of short stories, including To See You Again (1982), After You've Gone (1989) and The Last Lovely City (1999). Her short story "Ocracoke Island" begins: "Tall and too thin, sometimes stooped but now bent bravely forward into the wind, old Duncan Elliott heads southward in Central Park, down a steep and cindery path — his scattered, shamed, and tormented mind still alert to the avoidance of dangerously large steel baby carriages, and of runners (he must not be run down by babies or by runners, he cautions himself). But most of his thoughts are concentrated on the question of comparative evils: of all that has befallen him lately, and particularly today, what is worse — or rather, which is worst of all? To have been abandoned by one's fourth and one had hoped final wife, or to have made a total fool of oneself discussing that event — even trying, as it were, to explain it away." It's the birthday of journalist, essayist, and humorist Russell Baker (books by this author), born in Morrisonville Virginia (1925). He's a two-time Pulitzer Prize winner; the first he won in 1979 for distinguished commentary for his syndicated humor column "The Observer," which ran from the early 1960s to the late 1990s. The second Pulitzer he received for his autobiography, Growing Up (1982). He's edited a number of anthologies, including The Norton Book of Light Verse (1986). He once said, "I gave up on new poetry myself thirty years ago, when most of it began to read like coded messages passing between lonely aliens on a hostile world." Russell Baker died in 2019 at the age of 93. It was on this day in 1935 that the original Social Security Act was passed. It was part of Franklin D. Roosevelt's New Deal and it was first intended to help keep senior citizens out of poverty, which it still does. Social Security numbers were introduced in 1936 for keeping track of taxes paid into the system. These days people usually fill out their child's Social Security application along with the child's birth certificate and now Social Security numbers are the de facto identification number of everyone born or working in America. It's the birthday of blockbuster best-selling romance novelist Danielle Steel (books by this author), born in New York City (1947). She writes in a flannel nightgown in her bedroom in San Francisco, typing away on a 1948 metal-body Olympia manual typewriter. She often writes for 18 hours a day. She usually works on several books at once. She grew up in a rich, glamorous, globetrotting family and married a wealthy French banker when she was young. They kept homes in Paris, New York, and San Francisco. For a while, she worked at an ad agency in Manhattan. One of her clients was the Ladies Home Journal editor, who encouraged her to write a novel. She moved to San Francisco and wrote her first book Going Home (1973), in just three months. It didn't get very good reviews, and her next five manuscripts were rejected by publishers, but gradually she got the knack of it. She made it into the Guinness Book of World Records in 1989 for having a book on the Times best-seller list for 381 consecutive weeks. She's broken her own record since then. It's the birthday of Nobel Laureate John Galsworthy (books by this author), born in Surrey, England (1867). He's the author of the Forsyte Saga, a series of novels that satirically portray British upper-middle-class families. He came from a wealthy Kingston Hill family and went to Oxford to study law but spent most of his time playing cricket and soccer. He passed the bar exam about the same time a love affair of his ended sourly and he decided to ditch England and the legal life and instead travel the world. On a voyage in the South Sea in 1893 he met writer Joseph Conrad. Galsworthy began to write books and self-publish them under a pseudonym, John Sinjohn. His fifth book, The Island Pharisees (1904), was the first that he published under his own name. Novels in the Forsyte Saga include In Chancery (1920), To Let (1921), The White Monkey (1924), The Silver Spoon (1926), and Swan Song (1928). He won the Nobel Prize in literature in 1932 and he used the prize money to help establish an international organization for writers, PEN. It's an acronym they chose for the group after someone pointed out that the words for "Poet," for "Essayist," and for "Novelist" in most European languages have the same initial letters (P-E-N). He refused knighthood saying that he didn't think that writers should take titles. In 1967 his Forsyte Saga was adapted into a BBC TV mini-series, which was hugely popular in England. John Galsworthy said, "Where Beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight, which, no doubt, was why so many people looked on it as immoral." Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.® | 