NEW YORKER WRITER FELL IN LOVE WITH CANADA
She reported on the Innu of Northern Quebec and married a B.C. fisherman, an unlikely romance she covered in her memoirs, which became a movie starring Jaclyn Smith
By TOM HAWTHORN
Special to The Globe and Mail
Saturday, February 16, 2019 Print Edition, Page B23
Few outsiders have so profoundly captured the Canadian spirit as Edith Iglauer, an American who wrote about eccentric geniuses and rough-hewn labourers.
She profiled the artist Bill Reid and the architect Arthur Erickson, though she was best known for her memoirs, Fishing with John, about her unlikely romance with a salmon troller on the Pacific Coast. The book was turned into a forgettable movie, but it is not every magazine writer who can claim to have been portrayed on the silver screen by Jaclyn Smith.
In 1969, after the publication of a memorable profile of Pierre Trudeau for The New Yorker magazine, she spontaneously invited the prime minister to dinner at her Manhattan apartment. He arrived to announce he had invited a guest - Barbra Streisand.
After a career lasting nearly eight decades, including a stint as a war correspondent in the final weeks of the Second World War, Ms. Iglauer has died at 101 in Sechelt on the British Columbia coast, an area where she spent much of the last half of her life.
In the pages of magazines such as Harper's, The Atlantic and, particularly, The New Yorker, whose staff she joined in 1961, she chronicled a vast land and its peoples for an American audience often indifferent to "the strangers next door," a phrase used as the title for her collected works of journalism.
She was an unsentimental writer with a gimlet eye, rendering her pieces with prose as bracing as the geography in which many of the stories were set.
She wrote often of the Canadian North and expressed a sympathetic yet unromanticized view of the hardships faced by Indigenous inhabitants whose centuries-long survival in a pitiless landscape had become perilous with the arrival of interlopers.
In the book Denison's Ice Road, she described the harrowing business of carving a route across tundra and frozen inland seas, where truck drivers kept their right hand on the wheel and their left on the door handle, lest their heavy rig punch through the ice, leaving them mere seconds to abandon what would otherwise be an icy tomb. The book, set in the Northwest Territories, inspired an episode of Suicide Missions, a program airing on the History Channel, and, later, the reality television series Ice Road Truckers.
Her works were informed by a Chekhovian attention to detail, perhaps no surprise as she had devoured the Russian classics not long out of grade school after the school librarian provided her with a copy of Tolstoy's Anna Karenina at the age of 12.
Ms. Iglauer displayed the standards of an upper middle-class upbringing - elegant blouses, a confidence about etiquette, and an attention to coiffure, which, late in life, was rendered as a gloriole of silvery hair framing a fine-boned face. She was blessed with a journalist's most useful quality - a curiosity for which there seemed no satisfying.
Edith Theresa Iglauer was born on March 10, 1917, in Cleveland, a second daughter for the former Bertha Good and Jay Iglauer, a comptroller and later executive for the upscale Halle Bros. department store. Both parents were American born from German Jewish families.
Summer weekends were spent at a cabin on the Chagrin River in the Ohio countryside, where Edith rode horses. Her mother devoured books and displayed exquisite taste, while her more adventurous, free-spirited father exulted in the natural environment.
Mr. Iglauer had abandoned a university scholarship as a young man to work to support his family after his father's death, so he encouraged both daughters to pursue higher education. Midway through high school, Edith was sent to Hathaway Brown School for Girls, a private institution preparing the social elite for a college education. "I missed the boys," she once said, "but I had two great teachers."
The courses included rigorous language instruction, as lessons about Virgil in Latin by Anna Blake "taught me to listen to the music in words."
The headmistress and English instructor Mary E. Raymond once told her, "Edith, never stop writing." For the rest of her life, she would recall those four words every time she sat down at a typewriter.
After graduating from Wellesley College in Massachusetts with a degree in political science, she attended Columbia University's School of Journalism in New York, selling articles to the Christian Science Monitor in Boston and to The Cleveland News in her hometown.
The bombing of Pearl Harbor led Ms. Iglauer to join the Office of War Information, where she worked on the religion and Scandinavian desks for the radio newsroom, relaying news to surreptitious listeners in Norway and other Nazi-occupied countries. She convinced a senior officer to include Eleanor Roosevelt's weekly White House press briefings in her work routine, forging a friendship with the first lady.
"As the newest and youngest reporter there," she said, "I kept my mouth shut, learned a lot and loved being part of her intimate circle of reporters."
On Dec. 25, 1942, she married the journalist Philip Hamburger, who was also serving with the War Information Office. The ceremony was performed by a judge in a private home.
In 1945, Mr. Hamburger was dispatched to Europe as The New Yorker's correspondent in the Mediterranean theatre.
While he covered Benito Mussolini's downfall, she filed stories from Yugoslavia to The Cleveland News, whose readership included many who traced their ancestral roots to the Balkans. Even a short time in a war zone convinced her of the folly of armed conflict.
"The shocking destruction from bombings that I saw everywhere, especially in London, made a confirmed peace marcher out of me," she told a convocation audience while accepting an honorary degree at the University of Victoria in 2006.
After the war, they set up housekeeping in a railroad apartment (small rooms connected in a row without a separate hallway) on the third floor of a walk-up tenement in Manhattan. After the couple announced a pregnancy, Harold Ross, the magazine's founder, asked their landlord, who happened to be a friend, to find the couple a larger apartment. The landlord was Vincent Astor, millionaire head of the famous aristocratic family.
The young family fell into traditional roles with Mr. Hamburger as the breadwinner and Ms. Iglauer alone to raise two sons. Ms. Iglauer once told the writer Annabel Lyon that her husband, a man of great intellect, was so unfamiliar with the daily rigours of child rearing that he had placed the rubber pants next to the baby with the cloth diaper over top.
After both boys had entered grade school, Ms. Iglauer endeavoured to revive her own career. She arose each morning at 4 a.m. to write for three hours before returning to domestic chores. By then, her husband was the magazine's critic and she often accompanied him to concerts and recitals only to fall asleep mid-performance.
She proposed story ideas for the "Talk of the Town" section of The New Yorker.
Other writers were then assigned the story. In time, she was allowed to report and write them herself. In 1961, spurred by a sense of adventure, she journeyed by train and dogsled to Northern Quebec to write about an economic co-operative being formed by Innu families whose nomadic life was coming to an end. Other expeditions to the Arctic followed. She liked to say she discovered Canada from the top down.
An exposé on sulphur dioxide in Manhattan's air forced Consolidated Edison to burn a lighter oil and brought attention to environmental despoliation in 1964, six years before the inaugural Earth Day.
The couple divorced in 1966.
The writer was on a holiday when a friend suggested she meet John Heywood Daly, a commercial fisherman.
An unlikely romance bloomed between the gruff seaman and the sophisticated cosmopolitan. He invited her to spend time with him aboard MoreKelp, a 41-foot troller lacking a toilet and reeking of diesel fuel. As he worked the coast, she decided she had found her next major writing project, alerting New Yorker editor William Shawn to the story from Port Hardy, surely the only call of its kind ever made from the Vancouver Island fishing village.
She had returned to New York only to have Mr. Daly awaken her with a telephone call.
"I've just bought a wooden toilet seat that I think will fit very well on top of that pail on the boat," he said.
"It's sky blue, and I paid $8.50 for it."
"Lovely," she replied. "But it's two o'clock in the morning. What about it?" "What about it?!" he sputtered.
"Marriage! That's what."
The union was a happy one until the night Mr. Daly died suddenly of a heart attack at a community dance four years after their marriage. In her grief, Ms. Iglauer wrote her most famous work, which was shortlisted for the 1988 Governor-General's Award for non-fiction.
Other notable books include Seven Stones, a biography of Mr. Erickson published in 1981, and Inuit Journey (2000), an updated and revised version of her first book, The New People, originally published in 1966.
She met a widower named Franklin Wetmore White, an autodidact and self-described "bush ape" who had spent much of his life as a trucker and logger. (He was the father of Howard White, her publisher with Harbour Books.)
They embarked on a Green Acres relationship, as he had spent much of his time in logging camps and had the table manners to show it, while she travelled in circles so smart they not only read The New Yorker, they wrote it. After a quarter-century courtship, they married in 2006, living in Mr. Daly's seaside cottage in Garden Bay on British Columbia's Sunshine Coast. At the age of 99, Frank White, who was known as Munga, published the bestselling memoirs, Milk Spills and One-Log Loads, following up a year later with That Went By Fast: My First Hundred Years.
Into her 90s, Ms. Iglauer wrote marvellous short essays for Geist, a literary magazine based in Vancouver. She also worked on her memoirs.
She died at Sechelt Hospital on Wednesday. She leaves two sons, Richard Shaw Hamburger of New York, a theatre director, and Jay Philip Hamburger of Vancouver, founder and artistic director of Theatre in the Raw, and their families. Mr. Hamburger died in 2004, aged 89. She was also predeceased by her second husband, Mr. Daly, who died in 1978, and her third husband, Mr. White, who died in 2015, aged 101. Her older sister, Jane Iglauer Fallon, a patron of the arts and inductee to the Cleveland Play House Hall of Fame, died in 2002, at 89.
Ms. Iglauer displayed a dogged attention to detail notable even for the glacially paced New Yorker of the era.
In 1972, she finished an article on the building of the foundation for the World Trade Center, the story taking longer to complete than the foundation itself.
Edith Iglauer, photographed at the Sylvia Hotel in Vancouver in 1984, had a career spanning nearly eight decades, including a stint as a war correspondent in the Second World War. It was the bombing of Pearl Harbor that led her to join the U.S. Office of War Information, where she worked on the religion and Scandinavian desks for the radio newsroom.