Ralph Radcliffe the Poor Man and Fortune Hudson Review
Part Four
The English millionaire (and future founder of Woodstock'due south first fine art colony) Ralph Radcliffe Whitehead, was a painfully polite and cautious human being. For example, ii names of great personal importance to him never appeared in any of his surviving letters. These were: his favorite poet and secret office model, the luridly bi-sexual Lord Byron; and Whitehead'south Oxford classmate, Oscar Wilde (too bisexual), who'd exist incarcerated for homosexual indecency in 1895, until released in 1897 subsequently two years of hard labor. The following year, in Chicago, Whitehead met Hervey White, a slender, pretty and highly gifted young American firebrand (whose unpublished start novel was probable the second "gay novel" attempted in America). A year subsequently Hervey would travel extensively with "Mr. Whitehead" in the American Due north Due west and, in 1901, they partially fulfilled their fantasy of an extended vacation in Europe together. But initially and most life-changingly, in 1899, Hervey became the Whiteheads' summer-long house invitee at their Tuscan-styled villa, "Arcady," near Santa Barbara, California. Already well-nigh mysteriously chosen "Niccolo" past Mr. Whitehead (as well equally by Mrs. Whitehead and, somewhen, their two small boys), Hervey would certainly have been informed past his patron that "Niccolo" had been the showtime name of Lord Byron's favorite young Greek lover, Niccolo Giraud. This reference would not accept been lost upon whatever of Whitehead's chums at Harrow (where Byron had schooled in the early 1800's, and which had since become a living museum to his memory). But Americans were a charmingly illiterate lot and so no one ever broke the Byronic lawmaking, until now.
The fact that Whitehead and White'south apparent mentor/protégé relationship germinated exactly after Wilde re-entered public life, "a ruined human," required the only known photograph of Ralph and Hervey — the bodily parents of Creative Woodstock — to add a third man.
This was Fritz Van der Loo, who Woodstock historians think primarily equally the absentee partner in Hervey White's revolutionary "Maverick" colony, country for which they purchased together in 1905, fast following White'snever fully explained rupture with the Whiteheads. Withal, the White/Whitehead/Van Der Loo portrait in fact bears witness to a highly corrupt period which has never been chronicled before. It began when Whitehead'south quest to build an Arts & Crafts colony returned him to England briefly in 1901. This same trip likewise provided him excuse for a reunion with "Niccolo" in Paris (even after Hervey and some other of Whitehead's young artist-companions had broken free of their patron, to live together, briefly, in and effectually Boston. Though in Hervey's case this declaration of independence was short-lived.)
What resulted next fast descended into a sultry romantic comedy.
The reconciled lovers finally rendezvous in Paris, but Hervey had an "adventurer" friend with him named Fritz. Yet shy as Whitehead might accept seemed in public, in private he was far more than daring, as demonstrated by the fact that Ralph lavishly entertained both young men in Paris, supplied funds for their even further travels, and then finally shipped Fritz off (to retrieve an inheritance in Buenos Aires, Hervey'south memoir ridiculously claimed) while Ralph, himself, squired Hervey to Florence, there to write sincere and ever-loving letters home to his sickly married woman in California, while nostalgically recalling this, the urban center of their own early courtship. Lastly: Fritz, Hervey, and Whitehead re-united again in Paris to steam back to New York together. Their sleeping arrangements? Anyone'due south guess.
Obviously Whitehead would have needed to find a very different sort of "charlatan" were he to bring the political party to an end and accomplish something tangible. And and then, without at kickoff fifty-fifty informing Hervey, in early on 1902 Whitehead hired a married-with-children, extremely masculine, and self-proclaimed genius named Bolton Coit Brown. It beingness "Mr. Dark-brown," who, in early May of that twelvemonth, would singlehandedly discovered the sleepy little Catskill village of Woodstock.
At the cease of April of that year the iii men had split into two parties — Brown zig-zagging across the Catskills on foot, Whitehead and White traveling by train and carriage through more southern American states. Whitehead had salaried Dark-brown handsomely, having earlier provided Hervey a generous assart; it being the Englishman's stated intention to bankroll a unique Arts and crafts community as presently as an platonic location was identified.
While continuing in a meadow atop Mead'due south Mount and surveying Woodstock at the base of operations of a long slope, with a hazy blue Hudson River in the altitude, Brown was instantly convinced he'd discovered that ideal location. A telegram sent from the village drug shop (today "Clouds") in the valley below soon conveyed the same highly confident opinion.
A short few weeks later, Whitehead's enthusiastic letters home paralleled well-nigh of Dark-brown's own description of that last 24-hour interval in May of 1902, when all three men revisited his triumphant await-out atop Mead's Mountain. Impressed past all they saw, the three convened to a lower meadow, "ane of those sightly spots," Dark-brown recalled decades later on, "from which all the world was visible," to hash out a future programme.
Of the third partner Brown remembered: "Hervey White was a beau in those days — very much the poet — long hair, whiskers, no hat, cherry necktie, and potent radicalism in every form. The underdog was always right, with Hervey."
Brown, however, didn't quote a single word from the hatless fellow. Instead he described Whitehead still pushing for establishment of the colony in warmer surround; a decision which would have again postponed the vast undertaking (virtually of which Bolton Chocolate-brown would, himself, oversee.) But according to Brown'south same account, Whitehead finally acquiesced with: "Well, all right; let'southward have it hither. Nosotros'll purchase this row of farms along this side of the mountain."
And with that…the search was over.
It would be here — or and then he thought — that Ralph Radcliffe Whitehead would provide the world an instance of how civilisation might go on without smokestacks polluting the air, without mills poisoning rivers (exactly every bit his own family unit fortune was made). Here the visual arts would flourish while craftsman's guilds, as in days of olde, would provide a man sufficient income to steer him and his family articulate of the soul-erosion of the modern city. Yet the idea of Whitehead's idealized community had, from the kickoff, also been the pet project of Ralph's American wife, Jane Byrd McCall Whitehead, and then free-thinking women would besides accept the same opportunity within the Whiteheads' colony as men. Thus the vision of Ralph'due south legendary Oxford don, that recently departed prophet John Ruskin — mentor to all three men and Mrs. Whitehead — would be modified slightly, and by such modification, redeemed.
Whitehead hands possessed the money to finance the entire undertaking. Well-nigh as impressive was his instinct to place Brown and White in tacit competition; for each man was, in his ain distinct mode, a genius. Even if the dirt-poor, though Harvard-educated, Hervey White, had muzzled his earliest instinct to shock the world by writing of his ain homosexuality, partially because the Oscar Wilde scandal had reversed a slowly growing tolerance towards bisexuality, and partially considering Hervey now had both the reputations of Mr. and Mrs. Whitehead to consider, besides every bit that of their shared future colony. So Hervey'southward prolific vision equally author was gradually forced into always more obscure allegories, until — during the excitement in Woodstock — he went silent altogether, to part more as a Master of Ceremonies for the more than reticent Mr. and Mrs. Whitehead.
Whereas Bolton Brown, who'd proven himself comparable to a modernistic-day Michelangelo (with bragging rights as America'due south premiere mountain climber, to boot!) hardly spoke a word or performed an action that wasn't stamped with an undying confidence of his own immortal worth. However, to be fair: if Brown had in fact remained at the helm of the "arts college" soon to take shape on the slope he'd personally discovered, Woodstock would today likely host a school much like Bard Higher.
So who'd have guessed on that early on bound afternoon at the outset of what would be called "The American Century," that it would be the all-simply-dismissed third man, the wild-haired poet Hervey White, whose Maverick colony in decades to come would actually realize Ruskin'due south far-reaching dream? That as a cross betwixt Henry David Thoreau and John Paul Jones, information technology'd be Hervey White leading his own passiveAmerican Revolution, who'd bypass the bolder Yankee while outmaneuvering the infinitely wealthier, amend supplied and ameliorate organized English language power — this older aristocrat who, at the moment, "Niccolo" all just stood in awe before?
In niggling more than a year this hillside would boast over x new buildings, some of them massive, and "Byrdcliffe" would accept its rightful place amidst the most lavishly appointed art colonies in America. Notwithstanding this phenomenal achievement — even more than astoundingly — would exist reduced to a side-show by the man without a hat.
Afew weeks earlier as Brownish's clothes were ripped to shreds past the briars and brambles of the Catskill undergrowth, Ralph and Hervey completed some other most pleasant if "unsatisfactory" investigation of the Carolinas and Virginia — a trip in which, i distinguished historian wrote, Mrs. Whitehead was besides present, (this representing the clumsiest and most obvious suppression of the White/Whitehead matter however observed.)
Simply Brown, equally explorer, proved swifter in fulfilling his objective than even Whitehead was probable to have foreseen. Indeed, Brown's telegram prompted the trio'due south highly pleased inspection from Overlook Mountain which, likewise, prompted Whitehead'southward sudden decision to move forward in Woodstock. Nonetheless tangentially, Ralph must have also known those idyllic days and nights beside his beloved Niccolo were quickly drawing to a close. And despite the excitement of onrushing events, neither of these worldly men could feign ignorance of the fact that this "safely unobserved" period in their long relationship was all but over. Furthermore, all that would become doubly true since (as certain every bit I might exist after several years of study) the compromise Ralph made with his conscience was this. Afterward an before affair with a certain Californian "neighbour's daughter" which all but wrecked his marriage, Whitehead bars his extra-marital dalliances to travel adventure, afterward which he was once over again transformed into a loyal married man and dutiful father.
Yet could he and his young protégé accept searched longer and chosen better while leisurely enjoying each other'south visitor for some other stolen year or two? Despite Whitehead'southward messages home specifically stating the unsuitability of the mid-Atlantic states, Bolton Dark-brown's account insists Whitehead indeed sought to prolong the search in just such a manner — specifically, while exploring Pennsylvania.
Simply the Poconos, too, proved unsatisfactory. So? With Whitehead assuring his Lady Jane of few, if whatsoever, Jews nowadays…Woodstock information technology would be!
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