Memoirs of an American Prima Donna — Edition Insights

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Clara Louise Kellogg's memoir reveals her authorial voice through vivid, unvarnished anecdotes of 19th-century American opera life, from a flower pagoda in Boston to Delmonico hampers shared with strangers.
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She was named after Clara Novello. Her father, George Kellogg, was an inventor of various machines and instruments and, at the time of her birth, was principal of Sumter Academy, Sumterville, S. C. Thus the famous singer was acclaimed in later years not only as the Star of the North (the _role_ of Catherine in Meyerbeer's opera of that name being one of her achievements) but also as "the lone star of the South in the operatic world." She first sang publicly in New York in 1861 at an evening party given by Mr. Edward Cooper, the brother of Mrs. Abram Hewitt. This was the year of her _debut_ as Gilda in Verdi's opera of _Rigoletto_ at the Academy of Music in New York City. When she came before her countrymen as a singer, she was several decades ahead of her musical public, for she was a lyric artist as well as a singer. America was not then producing either singers or lyric artists; and in fact we were, as a nation, but just getting over the notion that America could not produce great voices. We held a very firm contempt for our own facilities, our knowledge, and our taste in musical matters. If we did discover a rough diamond, we had to send it to Italy to find out if it were of the first water and to have it polished and set. Nothing was so absolutely necessary for our self-respect as that some American woman should arise with sufficient American talent and bravery to prove beyond all cavil that the country was able to produce both singers and artists.

For rather more than twenty-five years, from her appearance as Gilda until she quietly withdrew from public life, when it seemed to her that the appropriate moment for so doing had come, Clara Louise Kellogg filled this need and maintained her contention. She was educated in America, and her career, both in America and abroad, was remarkable in its consistent triumphs. When Gounod's _Faust_ was a musical and an operatic innovation, she broke through the Italian traditions of her training and created the _role_ of Marguerite according to her own beliefs; and throughout her later characterisations in Italian opera, she sustained a wonderfully poised attitude of independence and of observance with regard to these same traditions. In London, in St. Petersburg, in Vienna, as well as in the length and breadth of the United States, she gained a recognition and an appreciation in opera, oratorio, and concert, second to none: and when, later, she organised an English Opera Company and successfully piloted it on a course of unprecedented popularity, her personal laurels were equally supreme.

In 1887, Miss Kellogg married Carl Strakosch, who had for some time been her manager. Mr. Strakosch is the nephew of the two well-known impresarios, Maurice and Max Strakosch. After her marriage, the public career of Clara Louise Kellogg virtually ended. The Strakosch home is in New Hartford, Connecticut, and Mrs. Strakosch gave to it the name of "Elpstone" because of a large rock shaped like an elephant that is the most conspicuous feature as one enters the grounds through the poplar-guarded gate. Mr. and Mrs. Strakosch are very fond of their New Hartford home, but, the Litchfield County climate in winter being severe, they usually spend their winters in Rome. They have also travelled largely in Oriental countries.

In 1912, Mr. and Mrs. Strakosch celebrated their Silver Wedding at Elpstone. On this occasion, the whole village of New Hartford was given up to festivities, and friends came from miles away to offer their congratulations. Perhaps the most pleasant incident of the celebration was the presentation of a silver loving cup to Mr. and Mrs. Strakosch by the people of New Hartford in token of the affectionate esteem in which they are both held.

The woman, Clara Louise Kellogg, is quite as distinct a personality as was the _prima donna_. So thoroughly, indeed, so fundamentally, is she a musician that her knowledge of life itself is as much a matter of harmony as is her music. She lives her melody; applying the basic principle that Carlyle has expressed so admirably when he says: "See deeply enough and you see musically."

WOODSTOCK, N. Y. August, 1913

III. "LIKE A PICKED CHICKEN!" 22

IV. A YOUTHFUL REALIST 33

V. LITERARY BOSTON 43

VII. STEPS OF THE LADDER 62

X. ANOTHER SEASON AND A LITTLE MORE SUCCESS 99

XI. THE END OF THE WAR 110

XII. AND SO--TO ENGLAND! 119

XIII. AT HER MAJESTY'S 129

XIV. ACROSS THE CHANNEL 139

XV. MY FIRST HOLIDAY ON THE CONTINENT 152

XVI. FELLOW-ARTISTS 163

XVII. THE ROYAL CONCERTS AT BUCKINGHAM PALACE 177

XVIII. THE LONDON SEASON 188

XX. "YOUR SINCERE ADMIRER" 212

XXII. LONDON AGAIN 235

XXIII. THE SEASON WITH LUCCA 245

XXIV. ENGLISH OPERA 254

XXV. ENGLISH OPERA--_Continued_ 266

XXVI. AMATEURS AND OTHERS 276

XXVII. "THE THREE GRACES" 289

Clara Louise Kellogg opens her memoir with a characteristic blend of self-deprecation and precision, noting that her name was once a household word yet now only an echo. The foreword, written by another hand, sets a reverent tone, but Kellogg's own voice quickly takes over: direct, anecdotal, and unafraid of mundane detail. She describes a pagoda of flowers sent by Boston admirers as a 'white elephant' that required a dray to move—a remark that captures both her gratitude and her wry practicality. This is not a singer who dwells on artistic transcendence; she is more interested in the logistics of fame, the kindness of strangers, and the absurdities of adulation.

A Voice That Prefers the Concrete

Kellogg’s prose is grounded in physical objects and specific actions. When she returns to New York after European training, she does not describe the applause in abstract terms; instead, she notes that men from the Lotus Club unhitched her carriage horses and dragged it to her hotel. The flowers she receives are not merely abundant—they are camellias and roses, sent by cartloads to hospitals. She even photographs the oversized pagoda before disposing of it. These details are not decorative; they are the substance of her narrative. She treats her own celebrity as a series of material transactions: hampers from Delmonico, a dray hired for flowers, a photograph taken for posterity. The effect is a memoir that feels less like a retrospective glow and more like a ledger of lived experience.

The Social Grammar of a Touring Artist

Kellogg’s account of her first tour home includes a telling encounter with a lunchless woman on a train. She offers a share of her Delmonico hamper, and the woman nibbles, smiles, and speaks hardly a word. Kellogg admits she does not know why she did it, since she was not in the habit of making friends with fellow travelers. The moment is left unresolved—the woman is forgotten after lunch—but it reveals Kellogg’s instinctive generosity and her awareness of social codes. She is equally frank about Wright Sandford, a wealthy idler who sends hampers but is gently chided for his lazy existence. These vignettes build a portrait of a woman navigating a world of patrons, strangers, and admirers with a mixture of warmth and clear-eyed assessment.

Diction That Deflates Grandeur

Kellogg’s word choices often undercut the expected pomp of a prima donna’s memoir. She calls the Boston pagoda a 'monstrous thing' and a 'white elephant.' She describes the pianist M. Wehli as 'better suited to a vaudeville stage' and notes that his left-handed feat was 'not precisely an essential for a great artist.' Even her own title, 'The Flower Prima Donna,' is reestablished 'beyond all peradventure'—a phrase that sounds legalistic rather than romantic. This diction signals a narrator who is skeptical of hype, including her own. She does not pretend that every tribute was perfect; the pagoda was impractical, the pianist uninspired, and the adulation sometimes a burden. Her honesty about these imperfections gives her voice authority.

Structure as a Mirror of Memory

The memoir’s organization follows the logic of association rather than strict chronology. Kellogg moves from the pagoda to Mrs. Martin to Wright Sandford to the train encounter, each story triggered by the previous one. She signals these shifts with phrases like 'While thinking of Boston' and 'It will have to be rather more than a mere mention.' This structure mimics the way memory works: one anecdote leads to another, and digressions are part of the point. The foreword claims the book is a 'record of her musical past' for the annals of art, but Kellogg’s own method is more personal. She is not building a systematic history; she is telling stories that matter to her, in the order they come to mind. The result is a voice that feels spontaneous, even when the material is carefully chosen.

Readers approaching these memoirs should expect neither a comprehensive opera history nor a polished autobiography. Kellogg writes as she apparently lived: with directness, a sharp eye for the ridiculous, and a preference for the tangible over the ethereal. Her anecdotes are best enjoyed as self-contained sketches, each revealing a facet of her character and her world. The gaps between stories—the things she does not explain—are as telling as what she includes. This is a book to be dipped into, savored for its voice, and trusted for its unvarnished particulars.

There’s something about Clara’s offhand delight in strangers sharing her Delmonico hamper that brings to mind the quieter, salt-tinged warmth in Memoirs and Correspondence of Admiral Lord de Saumarez. Vol II — Inside the Classic. Different worlds entirely—gaslights and gun decks—yet both writers catch the same small human spark, the unprompted kindness that survives the opera or the storm. I keep thinking about that.

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