Jane DeLynn, _In Thrall_

PUBLISHED IN 1982, but I had never heard/read of it until I saw Malin Hay's London Review of Books piece on the 2024 Semiotexte reprint. Hay explains (as does Colm Tóibín in this volume's introduction) that the novel has long had the standing of a classic among lesbian readers, and it's easy to see why. It's brilliant.

The narrator, Lynn, is a senior in an all-girls high school in New York City, circa the mid-1960s. She is Jewish and middle-class, belongs to a circle of girlfriends who reminded me a bit of the girls in Margaret Atwood's Cat's Eye, is dating a handsome, athletic but profoundly uninteresting boy named Wolf, and has fallen helplessly in love with her English teacher, Miss Maxfeld.

Miss Maxfeld notices how seriously smitten Lynn is, starts inviting Lynn to her apartment for tea, and eventually, a sexual affair commences. Miss Maxfeld is taking advantage of the situation, one could say, but it's hard not to sympathize with her. She is lonely, but would never have seduced Lynn, I felt, had Lynn not been wholly receptive to being seduced. Miss Maxfeld is painfully clear-eyed about both Lynn and herself. She never flatters and always tries to be honest with herself and Lynn about how short-lived the affair is likely to be. She entertains no illusions and tries to dispel Lynn's illusions, without much success.

I found myself admiring Miss Maxfeld, actually, while Lynn...well, let's say Jane DeLynn has few rivals in the category of writers making adolescent characters based on the writers themselves seem vain, foolish, and maddeningly self-centered. James Joyce, perhaps. Joyce in the fifth chapter of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man perhaps makes Stephen Dedalus as little likable as DeLynn makes Lynn--a performance of artistic self-abnegation so complete one can only salute and admire.

An early chapter features Lynn's English essay on the tragic hero, in which she argues that she herself is the perfect example of a tragic hero (see above, "maddeningly self-centered").  As the book approached its close, I began to fear that the novel's denouement would turn on the irony that, by getting fired, Miss Maxfeld would be the character with the tragic ending. Inevitably Lynn's parents are going to find out what is going on, and inevitably are going to pursue some form of punishment for Miss Maxfeld, and I was sure Miss Maxfeld was going to be fired if only to fulfill narrative symmetry.  However (spoiler alert), Lynn prevents that outcome in an unexpected flash of quick thinking and unselfish action. Whew. 

In an alternate world, this might be assigned in high school to be read alongside Catcher in the Rye. It would make a nice counterbalance.