Jean Webster (1) (1876–1916)
Author of Daddy-Long-Legs
For other authors named Jean Webster, see the disambiguation page.
About the Author
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- Canonical name
- Webster, Jean
- Legal name
- Webster, Alice Jane Chandler
- Birthdate
- 1876-07-24
- Date of death
- 1916-06-11
- Gender
- female
- Education
- Lady Jane Grey School, Binghamton, New York, USA
Vassar College - Occupations
- novelist
playwright
short story writer
young adult writer
social reformer
girls' school story author - Organizations
- State Charities Aid Association
- Relationships
- Twain, Mark (mother's uncle)
Crapsey, Adelaide (Jean's lifelong close friend) - Short biography
- Jean Webster was the pen name of Alice Jane Chandler Webster, born in Fredonia, New York. Her mother, Annie Moffett Webster, was a niece of Mark Twain and her father, Charles Luther Webster, was Twain's business partner. She was educated at the Fredonia Normal School and the Lady Jane Grey School in Binghamton. In 1897 she enrolled at Vassar College, where she wrote stories for the Vassar Miscellany. She also wrote a weekly local news column for the Poughkeepsie Sunday Courier. She spent a semester abroad in France, Italy, and England. After graduation, she moved to New York City and worked as a freelance writer. Her first novel, When Patty Went to College, was published in 1903. In 1906-1907, she went on a world tour with Ethelyn McKinney, her future sister-in-law, and Lena Weinstein, a close friend. In her career, she produced a total of eight novels and numerous short stories and plays. Daddy Long-Legs (1912) was a bestseller and was later adapted for the stage and several film versions. She also had a deep interest in many social reform issues, including orphaned children, prison reform, and women's suffrage. She became secretly engaged to Glenn Ford McKinney, a wealthy married lawyer. After 7 years, he finally obtained a divorce and they married in 1915. They lived in an apartment overlooking Central Park and at Tymor Farm in rural Dutchess County. Jean Webster died in childbirth in 1916, just short of her 40th birthday. Daughter Jean McKinney Connor survived.
- Nationality
- USA
- Birthplace
- Fredonia, New York, USA
- Places of residence
- Fredonia, New York, USA
New York, New York, USA
Tyringham, Massachusetts, USA - Place of death
- New York, New York, USA
- Associated Place (for map)
- New York, USA
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You should read this review if:
1. You haven’t read this book and need to know why you should,
or
2. You’ve read this book, but need to know about the connection between Daddy-Long-Legs and J.D. Salinger.
(Okay, or: 3. Regardless of whether or not you’ve read this book, you now think I’ve been smoking something I shouldn’t have been. Please read this review so I can convince you otherwise. Thank you.)
There is something to be said for not having read the classics as a kid – provided, show more of course, you steal time as an adult to catch up on everything you’ve missed. There’s nothing like finding out the fun way, in your 20s or 30s or 40s, that the reason a particular work is called a classic is that it’s absolutely wonderful.
This isn’t always the case. I can’t guarantee you’ll shriek, “Where have you BEEN all my life?” if you pick up, say, Gargantuan and Pantagruel. But I’ve had two separate friends express their startled delight that Anna Karenina is not only not too hard for mere mortals to read, but is in fact a moving and engrossing read (and a ripping good one at that). I myself missed out on To Kill A Mockingbird until I was in my 40s, because everybody only talked about the important moral issues it discusses, and nobody mentioned how hard its writing kicks arse. (I only finally read it because I got too embarrassed about having to admit that I hadn’t and I’m a lousy liar.)
So: Daddy-Long-Legs is an absolute delight. I figured it would be cute and, given how long ago it was written, probably pretty sappy. That’s okay. I can deal with a little sap. Sometimes I even like it.
But the young narrator, Jerusha Abbott, is mercilessly sharp and laugh-out-loud funny. Put it to you this way: My son decided to read this after he kept cracking up from all the bits I read out loud to him at the breakfast table. He’s a sixteen-year-old EDM aficionado. If you’re still holding out, I don’t know what to tell you.
This is the story of a girl who insists on being her own spiky, sharp, funny self in spite of growing up in an orphanage whose goal, as Jerusha puts it, “is to turn the ninety-seven orphans into ninety-seven twins.” This is not “virtue rewarded” in the usual sense of the phrase. Jerusha is given a scholarship to college thanks to her excellent writing. The essay that snagged her this scholarship was a bitterly funny piece about the orphanage.
I LOVE the fact that Jerusha escapes a horrible situation by speaking up about how awful it is. Yes, I’ve been reading too many Regency-era novels about how women who suffer ills and abuses patiently are rewarded. This book was the perfect antidote.
Here’s something else I didn’t expect from this book: a Salinger connection.
I recently reread The Catcher in the Rye. If you’ve read it, too, you’ll probably recall that the narrator, Holden Caulfield, starts this book having less than a wonderful day. Specifically, he just found out he’s being expelled from his swanky boarding school. He goes to his room to try to relax with a book:
“I’d only read about three pages, though, when I heard somebody coming through the shower curtains. Even without looking up, I knew right away who it was. It was Robert Ackley, this guy that roomed right next to me. ...Nobody ever called him anything except ‘Ackley.’ Not even Herb Gale, his own roommate, ever called him ‘Bob’ or even ‘Ack.’ If he ever gets married, his own wife’ll probably call him ‘Ackley.’”
That’s a funny passage. It also emphasizes Ackley’s name.
It becomes clear very quickly that Holden isn’t fond of Ackley at the best of times. Today he finds him particularly annoying because Ackley won’t let him read. No matter how often Holden hints that he’s reading, or at least he’d like to be, annoying Ackley just won’t leave.
Okay. Big deal. Way to be random, Deborah.
EXCEPT.
Here is a wonderful passage from Daddy-Long-Legs, part of a chapter in which the narrator has been listing all the reasons it’s been a lousy day at school. (Jerusha has mentioned earlier that the best part of every day for her is the evening, when she curls up to read – not assigned reading, but “just plain books” to make up for all the lost time at the bookless orphanage.)
“Friday is sweeping day, and the maid had mixed all the papers on my desk. We had tombstone for dessert (milk and gelatin flavored with vanilla). We were kept in chapel twenty minutes later than usual to listen to a speech about womanly women. And then – just as I was settling down with a sigh of well-earned relief to The Portrait of a Lady, a girl named Ackerly, a dough-faced, deadly, unintermittently stupid girl, who sits next to me in Latin because her name begins with A, came to ask if Monday’s lesson commenced at paragraph 69 or 70, and stayed ONE HOUR. She has just gone.”
Am I one of those Salinger conspiracy-theorist weirdos, or does it sound like Salinger liked Daddy-Long-Legs and paid it a strange little tribute in his best-known book?
You should read Daddy-Long-Legs and decide for yourself. If you’ve already read it but it’s been a long time, you should read it again and see how much fun it is to read classics when you’re a chronological grownup and can decide for yourself what you feel like reading. show less
1. You haven’t read this book and need to know why you should,
or
2. You’ve read this book, but need to know about the connection between Daddy-Long-Legs and J.D. Salinger.
(Okay, or: 3. Regardless of whether or not you’ve read this book, you now think I’ve been smoking something I shouldn’t have been. Please read this review so I can convince you otherwise. Thank you.)
There is something to be said for not having read the classics as a kid – provided, show more of course, you steal time as an adult to catch up on everything you’ve missed. There’s nothing like finding out the fun way, in your 20s or 30s or 40s, that the reason a particular work is called a classic is that it’s absolutely wonderful.
This isn’t always the case. I can’t guarantee you’ll shriek, “Where have you BEEN all my life?” if you pick up, say, Gargantuan and Pantagruel. But I’ve had two separate friends express their startled delight that Anna Karenina is not only not too hard for mere mortals to read, but is in fact a moving and engrossing read (and a ripping good one at that). I myself missed out on To Kill A Mockingbird until I was in my 40s, because everybody only talked about the important moral issues it discusses, and nobody mentioned how hard its writing kicks arse. (I only finally read it because I got too embarrassed about having to admit that I hadn’t and I’m a lousy liar.)
So: Daddy-Long-Legs is an absolute delight. I figured it would be cute and, given how long ago it was written, probably pretty sappy. That’s okay. I can deal with a little sap. Sometimes I even like it.
But the young narrator, Jerusha Abbott, is mercilessly sharp and laugh-out-loud funny. Put it to you this way: My son decided to read this after he kept cracking up from all the bits I read out loud to him at the breakfast table. He’s a sixteen-year-old EDM aficionado. If you’re still holding out, I don’t know what to tell you.
This is the story of a girl who insists on being her own spiky, sharp, funny self in spite of growing up in an orphanage whose goal, as Jerusha puts it, “is to turn the ninety-seven orphans into ninety-seven twins.” This is not “virtue rewarded” in the usual sense of the phrase. Jerusha is given a scholarship to college thanks to her excellent writing. The essay that snagged her this scholarship was a bitterly funny piece about the orphanage.
I LOVE the fact that Jerusha escapes a horrible situation by speaking up about how awful it is. Yes, I’ve been reading too many Regency-era novels about how women who suffer ills and abuses patiently are rewarded. This book was the perfect antidote.
Here’s something else I didn’t expect from this book: a Salinger connection.
I recently reread The Catcher in the Rye. If you’ve read it, too, you’ll probably recall that the narrator, Holden Caulfield, starts this book having less than a wonderful day. Specifically, he just found out he’s being expelled from his swanky boarding school. He goes to his room to try to relax with a book:
“I’d only read about three pages, though, when I heard somebody coming through the shower curtains. Even without looking up, I knew right away who it was. It was Robert Ackley, this guy that roomed right next to me. ...Nobody ever called him anything except ‘Ackley.’ Not even Herb Gale, his own roommate, ever called him ‘Bob’ or even ‘Ack.’ If he ever gets married, his own wife’ll probably call him ‘Ackley.’”
That’s a funny passage. It also emphasizes Ackley’s name.
It becomes clear very quickly that Holden isn’t fond of Ackley at the best of times. Today he finds him particularly annoying because Ackley won’t let him read. No matter how often Holden hints that he’s reading, or at least he’d like to be, annoying Ackley just won’t leave.
Okay. Big deal. Way to be random, Deborah.
EXCEPT.
Here is a wonderful passage from Daddy-Long-Legs, part of a chapter in which the narrator has been listing all the reasons it’s been a lousy day at school. (Jerusha has mentioned earlier that the best part of every day for her is the evening, when she curls up to read – not assigned reading, but “just plain books” to make up for all the lost time at the bookless orphanage.)
“Friday is sweeping day, and the maid had mixed all the papers on my desk. We had tombstone for dessert (milk and gelatin flavored with vanilla). We were kept in chapel twenty minutes later than usual to listen to a speech about womanly women. And then – just as I was settling down with a sigh of well-earned relief to The Portrait of a Lady, a girl named Ackerly, a dough-faced, deadly, unintermittently stupid girl, who sits next to me in Latin because her name begins with A, came to ask if Monday’s lesson commenced at paragraph 69 or 70, and stayed ONE HOUR. She has just gone.”
Am I one of those Salinger conspiracy-theorist weirdos, or does it sound like Salinger liked Daddy-Long-Legs and paid it a strange little tribute in his best-known book?
You should read Daddy-Long-Legs and decide for yourself. If you’ve already read it but it’s been a long time, you should read it again and see how much fun it is to read classics when you’re a chronological grownup and can decide for yourself what you feel like reading. show less
I remember reading this as a kid and really liking it, and it is rather remarkable how well I remembered the story and how much I still enjoyed the book. The story is relatively simplistic: an orphaned girl is sponsored by a nameless benefactor to attend college, with the stipulation that she write to the nameless benefactor, whom she dubs "Daddy-Long-Legs" regularly. Following the initial set-up, the story is told entirely in the letters Judy writes to DLL. As an adult, I am slightly put show more off by DLL's manipulation of Judy's life, but only slightly. I still found the book utterly charming. And now I discover there is a sequel! Or frappulous joy! show less
Another American classic, this one not half so preachy and therefore enjoyable. A few years ago, I read Dear Mr Knightley by Katherine Reay, which is an update of Jean Webster's 1912 novel, and was not impressed. The epistolary form is a difficult style of narrative to pull off, and the premise of an anonymous benefactor dictating the life of a disadvantaged young woman certainly doesn't translate well into a modern setting. The original, however, is short and sweet.
When Jerusha Abbott turns show more seventeen, she is told that an anonymous trustee of the orphanage has offered to send her to college, on the condition that she writes him a letter every month. For the next four years, Jerusha - who wisely changes her name to Judy - fulfils her side of the arrangement, penning witty, forthright and free-spirited accounts of her life at college. Her benefactor never replies directly, but occasionally sends a message through his secretary - usually when trying to control Judy's life, telling here where she is allowed to spend her summers and whether or not to accept a scholarship. That side of the story remains a little worrying - not to mention how she calls her guardian 'Daddy Long Legs' and sometimes just 'Daddy' - but luckily Judy is a strong-minded young woman who knows how to pick her battles!
I loved some of Judy's thoughts, on religion - 'Their god (whom they have inherited intact from their remote Puritan ancestors) is a narrow, irrational, unjust, mean, revengeful, bigoted person. Thank heaven I don't inherit any god from anybody!' - and imagination - 'It makes people able to put themselves in other people's places. It makes them kind and sympathetic and understanding. It ought to be cultivated in children' - and enjoyed her character. She's from a poor background without family, yes, but doesn't bang on about how having no money is some sort of spiritual experience like A Tree Grows In Brooklyn or how women exist only to serve others (Louisa May Alcott, looking at you).
Great fun - I bought an actual printed copy, shock horror, and will definitely keep to read again. show less
When Jerusha Abbott turns show more seventeen, she is told that an anonymous trustee of the orphanage has offered to send her to college, on the condition that she writes him a letter every month. For the next four years, Jerusha - who wisely changes her name to Judy - fulfils her side of the arrangement, penning witty, forthright and free-spirited accounts of her life at college. Her benefactor never replies directly, but occasionally sends a message through his secretary - usually when trying to control Judy's life, telling here where she is allowed to spend her summers and whether or not to accept a scholarship. That side of the story remains a little worrying - not to mention how she calls her guardian 'Daddy Long Legs' and sometimes just 'Daddy' - but luckily Judy is a strong-minded young woman who knows how to pick her battles!
I loved some of Judy's thoughts, on religion - 'Their god (whom they have inherited intact from their remote Puritan ancestors) is a narrow, irrational, unjust, mean, revengeful, bigoted person. Thank heaven I don't inherit any god from anybody!' - and imagination - 'It makes people able to put themselves in other people's places. It makes them kind and sympathetic and understanding. It ought to be cultivated in children' - and enjoyed her character. She's from a poor background without family, yes, but doesn't bang on about how having no money is some sort of spiritual experience like A Tree Grows In Brooklyn or how women exist only to serve others (Louisa May Alcott, looking at you).
Great fun - I bought an actual printed copy, shock horror, and will definitely keep to read again. show less
Raised for seventeen years in the John Grier Home for Orphans, Jerusha Abbott was unprepared for the astounding news that one of the Home's trustees - the anonymous "Mr. Smith" - was so struck by a humorous essay she had written for one of her high school English classes, that he had decided to send her to college, on the understanding that she would train to be a writer. The only condition of this generous offer was that she regularly write to her benefactor - whom she promptly nicknamed show more 'Daddy Long-Legs,' as his height was one of the few things she knew about him - and keep him informed of her progress.
Setting out this premise in the initial chapter of Daddy Long Legs, which was first published in 1912, Jean Webster then switches to the epistolary form, and the reader is treated to some of the most delightful letters (complete with amusing illustrations!), full of a delicious sense of humor, and a keen insight into the people being described therein. Orphan Jerusha becomes college-girl Judy, a young woman who at first feels herself to be a 'foreigner' in this land outside of the Home, but who gradually wins a place for herself in the wider world. The widening of her horizons - both academic and personal - make Judy's story immensely appealing, as does Judy herself, whose voice is so distinctive and so authentic. Judy just feels so real, as a character, that the reader enters fully into her world, and cheers from the sidelines as all good things open up before her.
The fact that the identity of 'Daddy Long-Legs' is easily guessed, and the conclusion of Judy's romantic life is a foregone conclusion, in no way detracts from the charm of the tale, or its interest for the reader. Sweet, without being cloying, this is a book I would highly recommend to anyone who has enjoyed the work of Louisa May Alcott, Maud Hart Lovelace, or L.M. Montgomery! show less
Setting out this premise in the initial chapter of Daddy Long Legs, which was first published in 1912, Jean Webster then switches to the epistolary form, and the reader is treated to some of the most delightful letters (complete with amusing illustrations!), full of a delicious sense of humor, and a keen insight into the people being described therein. Orphan Jerusha becomes college-girl Judy, a young woman who at first feels herself to be a 'foreigner' in this land outside of the Home, but who gradually wins a place for herself in the wider world. The widening of her horizons - both academic and personal - make Judy's story immensely appealing, as does Judy herself, whose voice is so distinctive and so authentic. Judy just feels so real, as a character, that the reader enters fully into her world, and cheers from the sidelines as all good things open up before her.
The fact that the identity of 'Daddy Long-Legs' is easily guessed, and the conclusion of Judy's romantic life is a foregone conclusion, in no way detracts from the charm of the tale, or its interest for the reader. Sweet, without being cloying, this is a book I would highly recommend to anyone who has enjoyed the work of Louisa May Alcott, Maud Hart Lovelace, or L.M. Montgomery! show less
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