Dear H.D. Society members,
I am a grandson of H.D. and have been reading your postings with interest over the past couple of years. I'm afraid that now I have some bad news to share with you. My mother Perdita, H.D.'s daughter, died on Wednesday at her home in East
Hampton. I know that many of you were her friends and correspondents.
What follows is the text of an obituary I wrote that will appear next Thursday in the East Hampton Star.
Val Schaffner
PERDITA M. SCHAFFNER
Perdita Macpherson Schaffner died on Dec. 26 at her home in Springs. She was 82.
Mrs. Schaffner was the author of many published essays as well as a number of unpublished stories and novels. She was an active philanthropist and served on the boards of cultural institutions such as the Bay Street Theater in Sag Harbor,
Poets and Writers Inc., and Yale University's Beinecke Library. She cultivated a wide range of friends here, in New York City, and in Europe. In academic circles she was known as the daughter of the Imagist poet Hilda Doolittle, who wrote under
the pen name H.D.
She was born in London on March 31, 1919, and was raised in a highly unusual household there and in Burier, Switzerland, near the town of Montreux. The identity of her father was a subject she long refused to discuss, although she was amused
when biographers and dissertation-writers deduced that he must have been the poet Ezra Pound, who at one time was H.D.'s fiance, or the novelist D.H. Lawrence, who was a close friend.
Although Mrs. Schaffner was originally named Frances Perdita Aldington, H.D. being married at the time to the British novelist Richard Aldington, he was not her father either. It was not until 1983, in an essay included with a reissue of her
mother's novel Bid Me to Live, that she publicly identified him as the character who in that roman a clef is called Vane, and who in real life was Cecil Gray, a Scottish music critic and minor composer. Like Vane and the novel's protagonist, the
musician and poet carried on an affair in the final months of World War One, and he quickly disappeared from her life and that of his daughter, who would meet him on only one occasion, in 1947, by chance, in the entourage of the writer Norman
Douglas on Capri.
At the height of the flu epidemic that followed the war, H.D. was alone and ill in an unheated room in a seedy London rooming house, on the verge of labor, when she was rescued by her young friend Winifred Ellerman, who wrote novels under the
name Bryher and was heiress to a shipping fortune. In what became a lifelong relationship, Bryher took mother and daughter under her wing. Perdita (the name comes from Shakespeare's The Winter's Tale) grew up in a menage that included H.D, Bryher,
and the latter's husbands, starting with Robert McAlmon, a novelist who later chronicled those somewhat manic years in a memoir titled Being Geniuses Together.
Bryher's second husband was yet another novelist, a debonair Scotsman named Kenneth Macpherson who, like her, was in love with H.D. The couple formally adopted her child, who took the name Perdita Macpherson, and all four set up house in a
towering Bauhaus structure overlooking Lake Geneva that doubled as a studio for avant-garde films and was also home to an assortment of dogs, cats, and monkeys. They divided their time between Switzerland, London, and Paris, where they were at the
center of a group of literary and artistic figures, some of whom, including Gertrude Stein and Edith Sitwell, Mrs. Schaffner would later recall in a series of vivid, witty essays.
Surrounded by writers, the girl seldom had a chance to meet other children, for she was educated at home according to Bryher's eccentric educational theories. She did, however, become fluent in French, German, and Italian, skills that served
in good stead when, as a young woman at the onset of World War Two, she took a job in with the Office of Strategic Services, which was the precursor of the Central Intelligence Agency.
She worked at a country manor called Bletchley Park where teams of translators pored over scraps of intercepted Nazi messages decoded by the top-secret "Enigma Machine" Later she was assigned to OSS headquarters in London. She lived through
the Blitz and served as an air-raid warden with the novelist Graham Greene. At the OSS she became friends with many American officers, among them James Angleton, the poetry-loving spy who later earned notoriety as the CIA's chief mole-hunter. They
encouraged her to visit the US, her mother's native country, and after the war she came and stayed.
In New York she took a job as secretary for John Valentine Schaffner, a literary agent who was starting out in business and could not afford to pay her. They fell in love and were married in 1950, setting up both home and office in a
century-old house on East 53rd Street that is one of Manhattan's few wooden structures. They had four children, Valentine, Nicholas, Elizabeth Bryher, and Timothy, all of whom grew up to be writers. Summers and weekends were spent at a rented
house in Southampton, on land that is now part of the Conscience Point National Wildlife Refuge, and later at property the family bought in 1967, an 18th-century farmhouse near the end of Fireplace Road, Springs, that was originally the Parsons
homestead.
Following Mr. Schaffner's death in 1983 she moved to Springs full-time and developed a wide range of friends and activities here. She began publishing essays in The Star, in literary magazines such as Grand Street and American Scholar, and in
editions of her mother's books, for which they served as prefaces or afterwords. One of them is included in the recently-published Best of the Pushcart Essays. She was a regular at meetings of a fiction-writing workshop and a Shakespeare study
group. She became active on behalf of the Bay Street Theater and other local causes.
She was a keen devotee of the theater--here, in New York, and in London on annual trips there--as well as of travel. Although Europe and the Caribbean were her most frequent destinations, she also visited Kenya, the Falkland Islands, Alaska,
Turkey, and Korea. In Springs she built up a substantial library, particularly of contemporary novels, literary biographies, and histories of World War Two espionage.
In 1996 she suffered a massive heart failure and spent two weeks in a coma at Southampton Hospital, where the doctors, having almost unanimously pronounced her case hopeless, dubbed her "our miracle girl" when she proved them wrong. Back home
she gave up smoking, substituted red wine for Scotch whiskey, and cut down on travel but otherwise kept up her schedule of activities.
Her heart remained frail, however, and following a seizure last month her condition began gradually to decline. She died at home, as was her wish, among her family and her six cats. She is survived by three of her children: Val, an author and
former editor and columnist for The Star, who lives in Bridgehampton and Manhattan; Elizabeth, also a former Star columnist, who has a home and horse farm in the Northwest area of East Hampton; and Timothy, a poet and publisher who lives in Tucson,
Arizona. Nicholas Schaffner, a composer and biographer of rock groups, died in 1991--a victim, as was his father, of AIDS. Also surviving are four grandchildren: Timothy's sons Wyatt and John and Val's daughters Kaya and Lia. A fifth grandchild,
a boy who will be named Pada Macpherson Schaffner, is expected to be born within the next few days to Val and his wife Min-Myn.
A memorial service will be held on Mrs. Schaffner's birthday, March 31, at a place to be announced. In lieu of flowers, contributions to the Bay Street Theater are suggested.
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<DIV><FONT size=2>Dear H.D. Society members,</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2> I am a grandson of H.D. and have been
reading your postings with interest over the past couple of years. I'm
afraid that now I have some bad news to share with you. My mother Perdita,
H.D.'s daughter, died on Wednesday at her home in East Hampton. I know
that many of you were her friends and correspondents.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2> What follows is the text of an obituary I
wrote that will appear next Thursday in the East Hampton Star.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2> </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2>
Val
Schaffner</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2>PERDITA M. SCHAFFNER</FONT></DIV><FONT size=2>
<DIV><BR> Perdita Macpherson Schaffner died on Dec. 26
at her home in Springs. She was 82.<BR> Mrs.
Schaffner was the author of many published essays as well as a number of
unpublished stories and novels. She was an active philanthropist and
served on the boards of cultural institutions such as the Bay Street Theater in
Sag Harbor, Poets and Writers Inc., and Yale University's Beinecke
Library. She cultivated a wide range of friends here, in New York City,
and in Europe. In academic circles she was known as the daughter of the
Imagist poet Hilda Doolittle, who wrote under the pen name
H.D.<BR> She was born in London on March 31, 1919, and
was raised in a highly unusual household there and in Burier, Switzerland, near
the town of Montreux. The identity of her father was a subject she long
refused to discuss, although she was amused when biographers and
dissertation-writers deduced that he must have been the poet Ezra Pound, who at
one time was H.D.'s fiance, or the novelist D.H. Lawrence, who was a close
friend.<BR> Although Mrs. Schaffner was originally named
Frances Perdita Aldington, H.D. being married at the time to the British
novelist Richard Aldington, he was not her father either. It was not until
1983, in an essay included with a reissue of her mother's novel Bid Me to Live,
that she publicly identified him as the character who in that roman a clef is
called Vane, and who in real life was Cecil Gray, a Scottish music critic and
minor composer. Like Vane and the novel's protagonist, the musician and
poet carried on an affair in the final months of World War One, and he quickly
disappeared from her life and that of his daughter, who would meet him on only
one occasion, in 1947, by chance, in the entourage of the writer Norman Douglas
on Capri.<BR> At the height of the flu epidemic that
followed the war, H.D. was alone and ill in an unheated room in a seedy London
rooming house, on the verge of labor, when she was rescued by her young friend
Winifred Ellerman, who wrote novels under the name Bryher and was heiress to a
shipping fortune. In what became a lifelong relationship, Bryher took
mother and daughter under her wing. Perdita (the name comes from
Shakespeare's The Winter's Tale) grew up in a menage that included H.D, Bryher,
and the latter's husbands, starting with Robert McAlmon, a novelist who later
chronicled those somewhat manic years in a memoir titled Being Geniuses
Together.<BR> Bryher's second husband was yet another
novelist, a debonair Scotsman named Kenneth Macpherson who, like her, was in
love with H.D. The couple formally adopted her child, who took the name
Perdita Macpherson, and all four set up house in a towering Bauhaus structure
overlooking Lake Geneva that doubled as a studio for avant-garde films and was
also home to an assortment of dogs, cats, and monkeys. They divided their
time between Switzerland, London, and Paris, where they were at the center of a
group of literary and artistic figures, some of whom, including Gertrude Stein
and Edith Sitwell, Mrs. Schaffner would later recall in a series of vivid, witty
essays.<BR> Surrounded by writers, the girl seldom had a
chance to meet other children, for she was educated at home according to
Bryher's eccentric educational theories. She did, however, become fluent
in French, German, and Italian, skills that served in good stead when, as a
young woman at the onset of World War Two, she took a job in with the
Office of Strategic Services, which was the precursor of the Central
Intelligence Agency.<BR> She worked at a
country manor called Bletchley Park where teams of translators pored over scraps
of intercepted Nazi messages decoded by the top-secret "Enigma Machine"
Later she was assigned to OSS headquarters in London. She lived through
the Blitz and served as an air-raid warden with the novelist Graham
Greene. At the OSS she became friends with many American
officers, among them James Angleton, the poetry-loving spy who later earned
notoriety as the CIA's chief mole-hunter. They encouraged her to visit the
US, her mother's native country, and after the war she came and
stayed.<BR> In New York she took a job as secretary for
John Valentine Schaffner, a literary agent who was starting out in business and
could not afford to pay her. They fell in love and were married in 1950,
setting up both home and office in a century-old house on East 53rd Street that
is one of Manhattan's few wooden structures. They had four children,
Valentine, Nicholas, Elizabeth Bryher, and Timothy, all of whom grew up to be
writers. Summers and weekends were spent at a rented house in Southampton,
on land that is now part of the Conscience Point National Wildlife Refuge, and
later at property the family bought in 1967, an 18th-century farmhouse near the
end of Fireplace Road, Springs, that was originally the Parsons
homestead.<BR> Following Mr. Schaffner's death in 1983
she moved to Springs full-time and developed a wide range of friends and
activities here. She began publishing essays in The Star, in literary
magazines such as Grand Street and American Scholar, and in editions of her
mother's books, for which they served as prefaces or afterwords. One of
them is included in the recently-published Best of the Pushcart Essays.
She was a regular at meetings of a fiction-writing workshop and a Shakespeare
study group. She became active on behalf of the Bay Street Theater and
other local causes.<BR> She was a keen devotee of the
theater--here, in New York, and in London on annual trips there--as well as of
travel. Although Europe and the Caribbean were her most frequent
destinations, she also visited Kenya, the Falkland Islands, Alaska, Turkey, and
Korea. In Springs she built up a substantial library, particularly of
contemporary novels, literary biographies, and histories of World War Two
espionage.<BR> In 1996 she suffered a massive heart
failure and spent two weeks in a coma at Southampton Hospital, where the
doctors, having almost unanimously pronounced her case hopeless, dubbed her "our
miracle girl" when she proved them wrong. Back home she gave up smoking,
substituted red wine for Scotch whiskey, and cut down on travel but otherwise
kept up her schedule of activities.<BR> Her heart
remained frail, however, and following a seizure last month her condition began
gradually to decline. She died at home, as was her wish, among her family
and her six cats. She is survived by three of her children: Val, an author
and former editor and columnist for The Star, who lives in Bridgehampton and
Manhattan; Elizabeth, also a former Star columnist, who has a home and horse
farm in the Northwest area of East Hampton; and Timothy, a poet and publisher
who lives in Tucson, Arizona. Nicholas Schaffner, a composer and
biographer of rock groups, died in 1991--a victim, as was his father, of
AIDS. Also surviving are four grandchildren: Timothy's sons Wyatt and John
and Val's daughters Kaya and Lia. A fifth grandchild, a boy who will be
named Pada Macpherson Schaffner, is expected to be born within the next few days
to Val and his wife Min-Myn.<BR> A memorial service will
be held on Mrs. Schaffner's birthday, March 31, at a place to be
announced. In lieu of flowers, contributions to the Bay Street Theater are
suggested.<BR></DIV></FONT></BODY></HTML>
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