Review: Clover Adams by Natalie Dykstra

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Clover Adams, a fiercely intelligent Boston Brahmin, married at twenty-eight the soon-to-be-eminent American historian Henry Adams. She thrived in her role as an intimate of power brokers in Gilded Age Washington, where she was admired for her wit and taste by such luminaries as Henry James, H. H. Richardson, and General William Tecumseh Sherman. Clover so clearly possessed, as one friend wrote, “all she wanted, all this world could give.”

Yet at the center of her story is a haunting mystery. Why did Clover, having begun in the spring of 1883 to capture her world vividly through photography, end her life less than three years later by drinking a chemical developer she used in the darkroom? The key to the mystery lies, as Natalie Dykstra’s searching account makes clear, in Clover’s photographs themselves.

Clover Adams was for all intents and purposes a very intelligent and artistic person overshadowed by a brilliant husband and haunted by a family history of mental illness and depression. Perhaps the saddest part of her biography is the fact that her suicide might have been preventable today with the help of counseling or medicine, but at the turn of the century it was just not something really understood. Another area  of a time period that failed her is the view of women at this time. Clover had the makings of a great photographer, but bowing to the more conservative nature of the time and her husband’s dislike for attention directed toward his family (which a female photographer gaining any reputation other than as a “hobbyist” would have done) Clover made her passion a pass time. What remains is a woman who felt truly alone and becoming useless. Her husband was not a demonstrative man and had a very obvious fondness for another woman even though he truly did seem to love his wife. Clover’s documented insecurity with her looks and fear of abandonment could only have been aggravated by her inability to gauge her husband’s affections. The story is tragically of a woman plagued with a history of depression surrounded by people who could only hope she found a way out of her “black moods”. The most poignant thing is Clover’s photography sheds a light on the isolation and sadness she suffered from, giving a glimpse into a mind those closest too her struggled, but failed to understand.

5 out of 5

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