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...eyeful of earnest, sinewy Mike erased all thought of class struggle from the McKenney heart. "Shy for the first time since I ran away from home at the age of 14," she mumbled "Hello." "His wife's in Reno, divorcing him," boomed the frank pal who accompanied Mike. "I don't brood [about it]," Mike chipped in sharply. "My wife and I have been separated for years...
Eleven days later Miss McKenney became the second Mrs. Michael Lyman- "Conway" proving to be only a penname adopted by radical Mike out of deference to his wealthy family ("A scion, eh?" whistled Sister Eileen: "Remind me to look twice at the next New Masses editor we rope in").* The happy couple settled down in Greenwich Village, where life would have been sheer heaven if only the first Mrs. Lyman, who was "tall, willowy and beautiful" and possessed "seven million dollars, strictly in government bonds," hadn't given vent to the "strong streak of dog-in-the-manger...
Honest Mike. Ruth and Mike made a fine team, especially when it came to crusading for the Communist Party. "We had our hands full," says Author McKenney, whose sense of humor is not deep, "with the arms embargo, Prime Minister Chamberlain, the Anti-Lynch bill, and related problems." But now, at 38, she cannot but smile as she recalls some of the differences that stood between her and her husband in those youthful days, e.g., his conviction (the result of his gentle upbringing) that one should always pay one's bills. "I was truly shocked when Mike informed...
Sister Ruth skips quickly over the political blush that came into her cheekbones and Mike's in 1946, when the Communist Party publicly booted them out for "left deviationism." Despite their poignant cries of distress, the party kept the door locked, Author McKenney and her husband in outer darkness. Says she now: "A dismal political row . . . The whole thing was a mistake...
Temporary Halt. "Authors are never shy," observes Author McKenney (of other authors), "not even about details which leave the reader ashy-hued." But fortunately, her Love Story is sufficiently veneered with shyness to keep the apples in the reader's high cheekbones: though it is always a bit vulgar, it is never coarse. It takes the reader through a tragicomic record of Lyman ups & downs, including the death of Sister Eileen in an automobile accident, and draws to a close just before the Lymans and their three children take off for Europe...