Robert
Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)
by Janice Albert

Stevenson's
portrait in the Silverado Museum, St. Helena
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In her 1985 biography Fanny
Stevenson: A Romance of Destiny, Alexandra Lapierre
narrates the courtship that brought Robert Louis Stevenson into
the waiting arms of his distressed lover, the married but ambivalent
Mrs. Osbourne. Lapierre's work complements a plenitude of biographies
of RLS, and sheds light on a question Californians might well
ask: How is it that our state supports so many public memorials
to Robert Louis Stevenson, a Scot who came and went in less than
a year? As Don Herron remarks in The Literary World of San Francisco,
only Jack London, a
native son, exceeds Stevenson in the number of public tributes:
state
parks in two counties, a brace of plaques in San Francisco,
and a library devoted exclusively to his work in St. Helena.
Stevenson's
mark on California is matched by the region's mark on him, for
in coming
to California, his life was changed forever. In the first place,
the trip nearly killed him. His romance with Fanny Osbourne,
begun in France,
had met an obstacle when her husband cut off her allowance and
called her home. She returned to attempt a reconciliation. |
From Monterey a year later,
on July 30, 1879, she wired Stevenson a message of ten words-ten words
we will never know because he destroyed the telegram. His reply was
prompt: "Hold tight. I will be with you in one month." The
woman he sought is an interesting figure. Lapierre's portrait, translated
from the French, is a healthy counterbalance to stories of American
women bound by tradition on the East Coast at this time.
Born in Indiana, Fanny Vandegrift
was the daughter of a farmer. On Christmas Eve 1857, at the age of
16 she married the Kentuckian Sam Osbourne and bore him a daughter
before he left Indiana to fight in the Civil War. In 1863, Sam decided
to accompany a friend to California, and in May 1864, Fanny set out
to join him, taking six-year old Belle with her. They shipped out of
New York and crossed the isthmus of Panama together, arrived in San
Francisco, and caught up with Sam in Virginia City, Nevada. Fanny spent
the next few years discovering that she could rise to the challenge
of the new, nearly lawless life of mining and to the knowledge that
her husband was both reckless with money and supporting a mistress.
They left Nevada to settle
in Oakland, and Sam took a job in San Francisco. Fanny, now the mother
of three children, began to paint. As a pupil of Virgil Williams, founder
of the San Francisco School of Design, she worked on canvases and developed
an ambition to study abroad. European art studios were generally closed
to women at this time, and Lapierre suggests that Fanny may not have
known this. She nonetheless convinced her husband to let her take the
children to France, where she and her daughter Belle, now 16, studied
at the Julian Academy in Paris. In the summer, the town of Grez on
the Loing River near the forest of Fountainbleu served as a retreat.
It was here that Fanny met the young Robert Louis Stevenson, eleven
years her junior.
Fanny lived in France for
three years. Her youngest son, Hervey, died there. In her poverty,
Fanny could not afford better care for a boy who developed a progressive,
wasting illness and had to be buried in a common grave. In the second
year, she renewed her painting lessons; by the third year she was Stevenson's
lover and had cared for him during an illness of his own, even going
with him to England for medical consultation and meeting his writing
friends there. Stevenson attempted to tell his father about her, but
the senior Stevenson, a devout Presbyterian, and Fanny did not meet.
From Lapierre's biography there is no doubt that Fanny was bound emotionally
to one man but legally to another-a conflict that could not last forever.
When Stevenson booked passage
on the ship that was to bring him to California, he was not yet the
famous creator of Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde. He was a young man
with a law degree, the son of an engineer, who had published one or
two travel pieces. Physically frail and nearly broke, he arrived in
Monterey only to collapse at Fanny's feet. Her first act as the damsel
in distress was to become the nurse of her knight in patched and leaking
armor. A short time later, her attorney advised that if she was to
retain custody of her son Lloyd, she must leave Stevenson and return
to her husband's house. In the interval of waiting, Stevenson was introduced
to Monterey and saved from starvation by the generosity of men he met
there, especially Jules Simoneau, who went looking for him once and
found a man who had not eaten in two days. Later, Stevenson sent Simoneau
an autographed first edition of every work he ever published. The French
Hotel on Houston Street, one of the addresses in Monterey State Park,
is the building that sheltered Stevenson at this critical time.
Stevenson's coming to California
secured for him a lifelong nurse, secretary, editor, traveling companion
and Recording Angel, as he puts it in his essay "On Marriage." In Lapierre's
biography, she carefully delineates the mutual needs of the couple
united in what they themselves called the Romance of Destiny.
Stevenson, she reminds us, was predisposed toward older women. Before
Fanny, he had fallen in love with Mrs. Sitwell, unhappily married,
a mother, a world traveler, English, but with many of the physical
characteristics of Fanny Osbourne. At the time of meeting the American
woman, he was writing to Fanny Sitwell every day. For her part, Fanny
Osbourne's attraction to Louis shared aspects of her attraction to
her husband Sam. Both were sociable, especially toward children, vivacious,
respected by their peers. In San Francisco Sam Osbourne was a founder
of the Bohemian Club.
Lapierre suggests ways in
which Fanny's own makeup directed her choice of Stevenson over Osbourne.
In Louis's chronically poor health, Fanny may have seen a chance to
overcome her guilt at having lost her son Hervey. In his determination
to become a writer, she may have seen an opportunity to live out her
own expressive desires, ones she could not realize as a painter. Her
remaining son needed a father, not the errant man she was married to
but a man of conscience who loved her alone. Indeed, Stevenson wrote Treasure
Island to amuse his stepson, Lloyd Osbourne. Lloyd was taken up
by the Stevenson family, and provided with the education that his own
father could not afford.

Stevenson Memorial, Portsmouth Square, San Francisco
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In the spring of 1880,
Stevenson moved to San Francisco, staying at 608 Bush, now marked
by a bronze plaque. As he recuperated and waited for Fanny's
divorce, he often visited Portsmouth Square, now marked by a
memorial column. He was married to Fanny on May 19, 1880 in the
presence of Dora Williams, Virgil Williams' wife. The couple
left for their honeymoon in Napa County, a site suggested by
Williams, who owned a ranch in the vicinity of the Silverado
Mine. The honeymoon trip provided material for his book, The
Silverado Squatters. The Schramsberg Winery, visited by the
Stevensons, still survives. Nearby, one can visit Robert Louis
Stevenson State Park, while in the valley, the town of St. Helena
houses the Silverado Museum at 1490 Library Lane, established
to house the Strouse collection of Stevenson books, memorabilia
and manuscripts.
Why so much public recognition?
The question has an answer. As a young man and as a famous author,
Robert Louis Stevenson had the good fortune to draw people to
him whom he made, in the words of one biographer, "Happier By
His Presence." His marriage to a Californian, as difficult and
unorthodox as it was, was the means by which he achieved his
dreams. He came to California on an errand of love, and found
his love returned abundantly. (1339) |
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