She was married twice — first to Jess Paley, a film cameraman, and, in 1972, to playwright Robert Nichols, who survives her, along with her children Nora Paley, Danny Paley and three grandchildren.

Having started writing as a poet, studying at Hunter College and with W. H. Auden at the New School, she brought economy and an acute ear to her fiction. In a 1986 interview, she described the switch to fiction:

First of all, I began to think of certain subject matter, women’s lives specifically, and what was happening around me. I was in my thirties, which I guess is the time people start to notice things, women’s and men’s lives and what their relationship is. […] All sorts of things began to worry me […] I couldn’t deal with any of this subject matter in poetry; I just didn’t know how […]

[F]or me it was that in writing poetry I wanted to talk to the world, I wanted to address the world, so to speak. But writing stories, I wanted to get the world to explain itself to me, to speak to me.

Paley’s short stories liberated ordinary women — single mothers at an urban playground or perched in tenement windows — from the shadows they inhabited in the work of late 20th-century male writers. She heard the music in the conversations of those in her neighborhood and saw through the artifice of imposing tidy scenarios on the poetry of daily life.

And, of course, Paley continued to address the world even as she let it speak to her. Like many of the new French philosophers who turned the academy upside down in mid-century, and some of the jazz masters who took up the protests of the time, Grace was one of those members of her generation who could be said to have been waiting for the 1960s to happen.

In her 40s by then, she joined the anti-war movement, went to Hanoi, was arrested in protests and fought for women’s rights. “I happened to like the ’60s a lot,” she said in a 1994 interview. “I thought great things were happening then and I was glad my children were part of that generation.” She became a teacher of writing at Sarah Lawrence College and the City College of New York.

In 1973 at the World Peace Congress in Moscow, Paley denounced the Soviet Union for silencing political dissidents and the congress disassociated itself from her statement. Although it was of lesser moment, on a visit to the Supreme Court with a group of authors in the 1980s, I saw Grace surprise Justices Sandra Day O’Connor and David Souter with a pointed question about abortion. As they stumbled for answers, she peppered them with follow-up questions. The justices looked quite chagrined as if they should have known better than to make themselves available to a bunch of writers.

If the rest of us failed to do so, she kept our good name as troublemakers. She was New York State’s first “state author,” a past poet laureate of Vermont, as well as a past vice president of the PEN American Center.

In recent years she opposed the war in Iraq. It was all in keeping with a line from “A Conversation with My Father,” a story from the 1974 short story collection, “Enormous Changes at the Last Minute”:  “Everyone, real or invented, deserves the open destiny of life.”

Thulani Davis‘s most recent book is the memoir “My Confederate Kinfolk: A Twenty-First Century Freedwoman Discovers Her Roots.” She currently lives in New Jersey.

  • Nora Paley March 28, 2008 at 11:34 am

    I just came across your piece about my mother. Thank you. I like the way you wrote it. succinct and sparkly and true.
    Nora Paley

  • marguerite guzman bouvard January 5, 2008 at 11:39 am

    A few memories of the private side of Grace Paley I’d love to share. Grace Paley was not interested in how much she wrote, but that the writing be strong and have a message. She believed that her family was important enough to take time away from her writing. The last time I saw her was at a conference on women and leadership at Dartmouth. She had one of her daughters in tow who must have been in her late twenties or early thirties. And typical of Grace, when I told her I had developed a chronic illness, she looked horrified and touched my forehead to see if I had a temperature.

  • naomi dagen bloom October 3, 2007 at 2:50 pm

    quite wonderful. added link to recent post of mine with a friend’s video of outdoor, greenwich village peace march + reading in honor of grace paley. we need to keep remembering her.

  • Patricia Spears Jones September 3, 2007 at 9:07 am

    Thulani–thanks for a well-crafted and deeply reflective piece on Grace. She would have loved it esp. the ending. That sparkle in her eyes will be missed and her encouragement of many women writers in the 70s and early 80s meant that many of us kept working instead of giving up. And she was so much fun. Thanks.


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