We’re going to turn our attention to two debut novels by Indiana women authors. They’re not primarily about textiles. But they still share a number of parallels with the discussions we’ve been having. As reviewer Yaël Ksander writes, each of these quote-unquote “deceptively conventional” novels charts the quiet rebellion of a mother and wife struggling to carve out something of her own. Today on Inner States, and in partnership with Limestone Post magazine, Yaël brings us a review of Split Open by Greta Lind and Making It All Right by Denise Breeden-Ost.
Can a woman have it all – professional or creative fulfillment and a family life?
Is the question really still relevant? Of course a woman can have it all. (Provided she is white, cisgender, and checks all kinds of other privileged boxes.) In that case, she has access to all the professional opportunities a man has. And, if she has a family, all the domestic responsibilities she has always had. Because when push comes to shove, it’s much more often the woman who steps in as shock absorber.
Even before COVID, according to the UN, women across the world were spending three times as many hours as men in unpaid care and domestic work. Meaning “work-life balance” is one more thing for women to do.
2020 was the year that that cute expression broke for good. The daily calculus of trying to get a school day that ends at 3 to match up with a work day that ends at 5 – or midnight, or 6 a.m. depending on your shift – was bush-league compared with trying to work when there’s NO school or daycare. “With the spread of the COVID-19 pandemic,” the UN reported, “even the limited gains made [toward gender equality] in the past decades are at risk of being rolled back.”
It is perhaps not surprising, then, that at this moment in history, with our rights at risk of being rolled back decades, we witness the publication of two novels by women freshly examining that shopworn question: Can a woman have it all? Debut novels by two Indiana authors address that question by transporting us to a fictive space either preceding or somehow sheltered from the culture wars that have surrounded it since the 1960s. Denise Breeden-Ost’s Making It All Right and Greta Lind’s Split Open each situates us inside the life of a wife and mother who is smashing up against the “problem that has no name.” Sixty years after Betty Friedan coined the phrase, returning to that problem might seem like the stuff of science fiction. Then again, so does the increasingly common spectacle of stay-at-home moms meeting to scream in a field. Deceptively conventional, these novels fly under the book-banners’ radar to deliver their own form of rebellion.
Lind’s and Breeden-Ost’s protagonists do not work outside of the home, complicating their efforts to protect what’s theirs within it. Each protagonist, however, is a latent artist – Breeden-Ost’s May tends to “tinker” and Lind’s Kate is starting to write. In different ways, both May and Kate harness their creative powers to resolve the conflict between family needs and self-actualization. And although neither novel is science fiction, in each case, the solution involves a doppelgänger. In other words, to be a woman in full, you’ve got to be crafty, and you might have to lead a double life.
When we both had young kids, another mom – who was also a wife and working artist – used to tell me, “I’m going to hire an actress to play me, so that between us we can cover all the bases.” I enjoyed the giddy mischief of her suggestion, but heard a note of sadness too. Because implicit in the cloning scheme is an acknowledgment that one woman still can’t have it all, as the State Department’s first woman director of policy planning conceded after resigning from that post in 2011. Far from Washington, and high-powered jobs, Lind’s and Breeden-Ost’s domestic tableaux give us the time and space to consider the question anew.
“I’m afraid the right thing for everyone else is not the right thing for me,” admits Lind’s Jennifer, who is a wife and mother. “How do I deal with that?” Set in Ojai, California, and Evanston, Illinois, in the approximate present, Split Open unfolds in a rarefied sphere of cafes, galleries, therapy sessions, and midday rendezvous that might make some of us want to quit our jobs. But Lind’s well-observed accounts of the torpor of stay-at-home motherhood snap us out of our envy: this is the land of sorting socks, uninspired cooking, and “post-field-trip exhaustion.” We feel as though we are reading instructions off a cardboard box as Lind’s disaffected women go through the motions of preparing a meal: “break an egg, add ground turkey … top it off with ketchup.” Forget Friedan, this is the world that even Julia Child forgot. The midcentury staples served up here – meatloaf, mix brownies, microwave popcorn – originally promised to give women back more time. So how’s that working out?
For all the time she saves by preparing convenience foods, Lind’s Kate is nonetheless circling in a holding pattern drawn by traditional gender roles and expectations. A professional writer, Kate’s husband David swoops in and out of family life, too tired to follow through on a Saturday hike with their sons after turning in too late. “You have no idea how much I cover for you,” she tells him, once her frustration with his increasingly distant behavior lands them in the therapist’s office. An aspiring writer herself, Kate struggles against her husband’s unavailability for caregiving to carve out the time for her own creative work.
But Kate’s persistent internal monologue shows us how much she also struggles to give HERSELF permission to come into her own. You wish she’d give the kids the occasional “shush I’m working,” like Joan Didion would tell her daughter. A mother without borders, Kate by contrast is reluctant to do the solo journeying her craft demands. “I worry about the boys. When I write … I go somewhere else.”
Magically, the limitations she’s felt since marrying and having children are irreparably “split open” when Kate turns superhero on an ordinary field trip. In stopping a runaway school bus, Kate manifests a side of herself she didn’t know she possessed, prompting a series of courageous actions: moving the family across the country, attending a spiritual workshop, and creating a fictional alter-ego. The mitosis that produces this sister act proves ultimately to restore Kate’s own sense of wholeness: “I’m done with Jennifer’s story,” Kate tells her therapist, “and now, finally, I am ready to write my own.”
Like Kate, the woman at the center of Breeden-Ost’s Making It All Right is a creative type. But May doesn’t have to invent an imaginary twin – her foil, Vera, is flesh and blood. For May, like Kate, creativity is key to devising a plan whereby she can have her family and keep something for herself. It’s a proposition that didn’t exactly have cultural currency in rural Indiana in the late ’40s, the era in which Breeden-Ost has set the novel. So May’s bravery and ingenuity in “making it all right” is that much more transgressive.
But some things never change. Like meatloaf, for example (which might just be Lady Code for a lot of pent-up feelings.) Yes, there’s a meatloaf-making scene in this book too – but the egg for it was just laid in the coop, the carrots just pulled from the garden, and three women are working together in the kitchen. Breeden-Ost’s descriptions of the relentlessness of a farm wife’s responsibilities leave you bone tired and somehow appreciating tacky convenience foods in a whole new way. On top of her own job – where of course every day is Bring-Your-Child-to-Work day – May, like Lind’s Kate – spends a lot of time covering for her husband, Hal. In other words, as the old adage goes, “Man works from sun to sun/But woman’s work is never done.” Breeden-Ost makes women’s invisible labor of compensating for men’s absence palpable. “Feeding a crew [of men],” for example, feels more tiring than the chore should be, May notes, “as if the noise and size and smell of the men was work in itself.” Descriptions like that one shine a light on a husband’s inability to show up, calling out the negative space for the burden that it is.
And this burden is a little heavier than most. May’s capacity for doing all of the couple’s emotional work gets turbocharged when her husband, Hal reveals he’s in love with another woman. Having fixed all kinds of things around the farmstead, May fixes this one too. And daring to propose that a woman can in fact have it all is only the start of what makes her solution transgressive. They say that many hands make light work, and there are aspects to the arrangement that come as a relief, but as it turns out, welcoming Hal’s mistress into the household only adds to the weight of May’s invisible labor. We feel the pressure build every time a relative throws shade or Hal shows his ass. (Which is the whole time.) Instead of letting off steam, Breeden-Ost’s pressure cooker of a novel captures exactly how much a woman has to endure in an attempt to have it all.
In this provincial world of canning fruit and churning butter, it’s easy to forget that we’re not on the prairie with Laura Ingalls but just down the road from Bloomington, at the time when Alfred Kinsey was conducting his inquiries into human sexuality. Although it is not acknowledged by the characters, the first Kinsey Report would have been published by the time the novel’s action takes place, somewhere in southeastern Indiana. The irony of that juxtaposition stings like the discovery of a captive under a tarp in a neighbor’s backyard. May’s unconventional gender identity and actions make us long that somewhere in between the Farm Journal and the Jack Benny Show, news of Kinsey’s work would have made its way to the farm. Playing the alpha role in the family, tall, “with her man’s shoulders,” May chops her hair, puts on trousers, and works with the men in the tobacco field. And most improbably, without knowledge of any cultural precedent beyond a whisper of Mormonism, she curates a polyamorous ménage.
One can only imagine how these sexual shenanigans in the hinterlands would have enriched the Kinsey Reports, and how access to that bestseller could in turn have empowered May. Instead, May never quite accepts herself for not being “little and cheerful, like Vera,” and her sexual revolution is short-lived. Her ability to sustain the experiment or to envision a life away from “that useless man I’d married” is limited by her times. Her acknowledgment that “now that the war was over, nobody wanted a woman who could use a wrench” reminds us how particularly stagnant the post-war years were with regard to women’s advancement. As May slowly resigns herself to a more conventional marriage with Hal, Vera (the mistress) sets off for sophisticated Bloomington, where we get to peek into her happy life with roommates. Whether Vera ends up participating in Kinsey’s interviews for his women’s report, which would be published in 1953, we can only wish.
To have it all, these new novels suggest, a woman might have to live a double life. And who’s to say whether you or your doppelgänger gets to run off to town – you might end up being the one who has to keep the home fires burning instead. These two contemporary takes on domestic fiction remind us that it’s still a fantasy.
Yaël Ksander reviewed Making It All Right by Denise Breeden-Ost, published in 2020 by Clockflower Press, and Split Open by Greta Lind, a 2021 Pond Reads Press title. This review is produced in partnership with Limestone Post magazine, where you can read the review in its entirety. Limestone Post is an independent, nonprofit magazine focused on solutions-based journalism that covers the arts, outdoors, social-justice issues, and more in Bloomington and the surrounding areas.