I knew a tiny bit about Dorothy Day before reading this book, but this wonderful, up-close-and-personal biography introduced me to a woman driven by her faith. It didn't paint a perfect saint, but a real person trying to balance her convictions with her family life with her career. I absolutely loved learning about Ms. Day from the perspective of her granddaughter. A delightful read.

Might be the best book on her life, enjoyable reading, Recommended as easier to follow and enjoy than earlier works about her.

Dorothy Day is an interesting historical figure, the woman that founded The Catholic Worker, which was initially a combined newspaper, homeless shelter, and soup kitchen. I once subscribed to The Catholic Worker, and since it cost one penny per issue, you couldn’t beat the price. I saw this biography available and snapped it up from Net Galley; thanks go to them and Scribner, who provided me with a DRC in exchange for an honest review. This title was published in late January and is now available for purchase.

I always had a difficult time getting a handle on what The Catholic Worker stood for. The name suggests radicalism, and indeed, Day was red-baited during the McCarthy era. Day was a Catholic convert and a strong believer in sharing everything that she had with those that had nothing. She worked tirelessly and selflessly, and despite often living an impoverished existence somehow made it into her eighties before she died, an iconic crusader who became prominent when almost no women did so independently—though she was no feminist, and believed that wives should submit to husbands. Since her demise, speculation has arisen as to whether she might be canonized.

What was that huge crash? Was it a marble statue being knocked the hell off its pedestal? Hennessy takes on the life and deeds of her famous grandmother with both frankness and affection. In the end, I came away liking Day a good deal less than I had when I knew little about her. Her tireless effort on behalf of the poor included anything and everything her very young daughter had in this world, and at one point she remarked that she felt unable to ask others to embrace a life of poverty if her child wasn’t also a part of that. It was a different time, one with no Children’s Protective Service to come swooping down and note that the child was sleeping in an unheated building in the midst of frigid winter; that there was no running water, since the building was a squat; that the only food that day was a single bowl of thin soup and perhaps a little hard bread donated from the day-old stores of local bakeries; that even small, personal treasures and clothing given the child by other relatives and friends would either be stolen by homeless denizens or even given away by her mother, a woman with the maternal instincts of an alley cat. Day did a lot of good for a lot of people, and no one can say she did it for her own material well being, but she more or less ruined her daughter’s life, and even when grown, Tamar’s painful social anxiety and panic attacks derailed her efforts to build a normal life for herself.

Nevertheless, the immense contribution that Day made at a time when the only homeless shelters were ones with a lot of rules and sometimes religious requirements cannot be overlooked. She is said to have had a commanding presence, endless energy (and the mood swings that accompany such energy in some people), and a mesmerizing speaking voice. Day’s physician also treated the great Cesar Chavez, and reflected that their personalities were a lot alike.

I confess I was frustrated in reading this memoir, because I really just wanted the ideas behind the Catholic Worker laid out for me along with the organizational structure. Was the whole thing just whatever Day said it was at the moment, or was there democratic decision making? I never really found out, although I gained a sense that the chaotic events shown in the memoir reflected an unarticulated organizational chaos as well. This is a thing that sometimes happens with religious organizations; the material underpinnings are tossed up in the air for supernatural intervention, and the next thing they know, there’s an ugly letter from the IRS.

Only about half of this memoir was actually about Day; my sense was that the author did a lot of genealogical research and then decided to publish the result. The first twenty percent of the book is not only about Day’s various romantic entanglements; a significant portion of the text is mini-biographies of those men, and frankly, I wasn’t interested in them. I wanted to know about Day. Later I would be frustrated when long passages would be devoted to other relatives and their lives. Inclusion of daughter Tamar was essential, because Dorothy and Tamar were very close all their lives and shared a lot, and so in some ways to write about one was to tell about the other. But I didn’t need to know about Day’s in-laws, her many and several grandchildren, and so on. I just wanted to cut to the chase, but given the nature of the topic, also didn’t want to read Day’s own writing, which has a religious bias that doesn’t interest me.

Those with a keen interest in Dorothy Day and the Catholic Worker may want to read this, because not many books are available that discuss her life and work. On the other hand, I don’t advise paying full cover price. Get it free or at a deep discount, unless you are possessed of insatiable curiosity and deep pockets.

I'm not sure the first time I heard about Dorothy Day but I'd guess it was in one of my college sociology classes. Her work with the poor was unprecedented when it first began and the Catholic Worker continues to impact us today.

However, I was hazy on the particular details of Day's work and life. When I saw her granddaughter had written this biography, I was curious about what I'd find. This is about Dorothy, yes, but it is also a portrait of her daughter Tamar's life, as well as Kate. I'm still not sure what to make of all I encountered.

Although her granddaughter writes this account, it is a fairly unflinching one. Kate does not shy away from depicting Dorothy's lesser qualities and mistakes. Nor does she shy away from showing the ways Dorothy's parenting choices negatively impacted Tamar and thus Tamar's children. In fact, there were more than a few points where I felt great relief to not be related to Dorothy Day.

“Dorothy wanted to throw herself into the fray. She believed that not only could she change the world but it was her obligation to do so.” p. 53

To be clear, Dorothy Day did a great deal of good. She advocated for civil rights decades before many other white people did. She interacted with and related to the poor in a way few others did. I can understand why those who benefitted from the Catholic Worker's efforts would want her declared a saint. She was tireless in her advocacy and her Catholic faith informed it all. But this highlights the discrepancy between her professional and personal worlds, a discrepancy those who are children of many pastors, leaders, and public servants will unfortunately relate to. This is one of the most interesting aspects of this book.

The book was slow-going at times but it came alive for me in Chapter 16 when Kate takes a more active role in the narrative in her teenage years. She is also more active in the Catholic Worker, as well as trying to get her mother to become more forthcoming about the painful periods in her past.

“Perhaps the difference between Dorothy and Tamar over the question of faith was that for Tamar life was truer without the Church, while for Dorothy life was truer with it.” p. 244

I was also fascinated by the ways Dorothy's Catholic conversion did not translate to the rest of her family. Tamar eventually left the Catholic church and very few of Dorothy's grandchildren are involved. What meant so much to her did not have the same effect on others, although this could be due to her stridency in the matter.

Day's legacy is still strong some 35+ years later. There are still plenty of Catholic Worker homes in the US and around the world. I may have conflicted feelings about the woman herself but I'm glad to know more about her work and family.