She Come By It Natural: Dolly Parton and the Women Who Lived Her Songs
By Sarah Smarsh
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Growing up amid Kansas wheat fields and airplane factories, Sarah Smarsh witnessed firsthand the particular vulnerabilities—and strengths—of women in working poverty. Meanwhile, country songs by female artists played in the background, telling powerful stories about life, men, hard times, and surviving. In her family, she writes, “country music was foremost a language among women. It’s how we talked to each other in a place where feelings aren’t discussed.” And no one provided that language better than Dolly Parton.
In this “tribute to the woman who continues to demonstrate that feminism comes in coats of many colors,” Smarsh tells readers how Parton’s songs have validated women who go unheard: the poor woman, the pregnant teenager, the struggling mother disparaged as “trailer trash.” Parton’s broader career—from singing on the front porch of her family’s cabin in the Great Smoky Mountains to achieving stardom in Nashville and Hollywood, from “girl singer” managed by powerful men to self-made mogul of business and philanthropy—offers a springboard to examining the intersections of gender, class, and culture.
Infused with Smarsh’s trademark insight, intelligence, and humanity, this is “an ambitious book” (The New Republic) about the icon Dolly Parton and an “in-depth examination into gender and class and what it means to be a woman and a working-class hero that feels particularly important right now” (Refinery29).
Editor's Note
For Dolly Parton fans…
If you love Dolly Parton (and who doesn’t?), this book’s for you. It’s also for anyone who loves the “Dolly Parton’s America” podcast (if you haven’t heard it, binge it now), which guest stars author Sarah Smarsh. In her new book, Smarsh expands on themes from her memoir “Heartland,” exploring the experiences of working-class women through the life and music of the country icon. Many of these women see themselves in Dolly’s songs, and like the singer, reject the label of “feminist” but fiercely live the spirit of the word.
Sarah Smarsh
Sarah Smarsh is a journalist who has reported for The New York Times, Harper’s Magazine, The Guardian, and many other publications. Her first book, Heartland: A Memoir of Working Hard and Being Broke in the Richest Country on Earth, was a finalist for the National Book Award. Her second book, She Come By It Natural: Dolly Parton and the Women Who Lived Her Songs, was a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award. Smarsh is a frequent political commentator and speaker on socioeconomic class. She lives in Kansas.
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Reviews for She Come By It Natural
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Covers a lot of the same material as "Dolly Parton, Storyteller" without adding a whole lot of content.... would have been nice to actually hear Dolly's input and view on this as well. It was a little distracting for me to hear so much personal narrative from the author, but it didn't detract from the narrative overall. Just another viewpoint I guess.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This is a beautifully written commentary on what Dolly Parton has meant to a generation of women. Specifically here, poor country USA women, because that is the perspective that Smarsh has, but there are aspects that I think many will recognise if Parton's music (or movies) featured in their lives. Given that it was originally published as four separate sections over the course of a year, it comes together beautifully as a single work.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Really enjoyed this book. Loved how it intertwined Dolly’s life with the progression of woman’s rights and the social changes of America. Would have loved if Smarsh could have interviewed Dolly directly for the book rather than relying on other sources. But there is still much to enjoy from this book.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Not really what I expected..... the parts about Dolly Parton herself were insightful, but the rest of the story was just dragging..... maybe I simply didn't understand beforehand what the book was about.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This was a fantastic read, and I loved it enough to buy a hard copy after listening to the audiobook from the library. I really enjoyed how the author wove some of her own story in alongside Dolly’s, and it revealed that Parton is even more amazing than I knew. Also it shows that the patriarchy is wretched (i.e. men suck), but that should just be assumed at this point of my reading journey.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Smarsh brings it again. Inscribed with a big ol' sharpie. Ordered pre-publication from The Raven in Lawrence.A loving homage to women and class and making it. Will be sending copies to my mom & sister.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5She Come By It Natural: Dolly Parton and the Women Who Lived Her Songs by Sarah Smarsh is a book that would have been interesting had it chosen a direction and actually followed it. Instead, it was just a jumble of facts, observations, a few connecting links, and a lot of self-congratulatory back patting (I hope she didn't hurt her shoulder patting herself on the back so much).I had such high hopes for this when I read the book description. As someone who has taught Women's Studies courses I anticipated something with some substance to it. It did not take long for me to realize this was not what the description implied but rather a poorly constructed series of articles that touched on the ideas but made no larger coherent argument. It isn't a bad book and as separate articles in a periodical, where rigorous construction is less important, they may well have been quite interesting. But not in this form.Smarsh gives the impression early in the book, and repeats it often, that Parton was considered just some dumb woman until recently. I can understand someone who didn't live through most of Parton's career thinking it wasn't until her generation came of age that Parton finally got the credit she deserved. But it is simply not true, at least not to the extent she implies. I remember quite distinctly in the late 80s and early 90s having discussions, both with friends of mine and in classes I both took and taught, about how savvy Parton was and how she did what she did on her own terms, or at least as close to her own terms as a male-centric industry would (often unknowingly) allow. So it wasn't just recently that she had been valued by people both outside the country music world and outside the music world entirely.Yes, she has still had to battle the prevailing male privilege and so has never likely received all of the credit she deserves, but among the part of society that sees talent and ability as gender neutral (or at least tries to as much as anyone raised in this society can) she has received credit for about three decades. That bit of overstatement colored the rest of the book for me, weak hyperbole bothers me. But I still looked forward to reading all of the accounts of these women who lived Parton's songs. Well, Smarsh basically used herself and her family with some short anecdotes from other women scattered throughout. Again, I was expecting this very interesting point to be made through plenty of examples, and not primarily through a writer who, as the occasion seems to fit, walks on both sides of the privileged and the underprivileged line. I guess what it comes down to for me is that I found the authorial voice weak, the argument disjointed (and it is an argument I agree with, which makes it doubly annoying), and the work to be more memoirish than about either Parton's songwriting and performance or the lives of very many of the women who likely fit the description of the title. I don't recommend this for readers who actually want something organized or actually sociological in nature. For those who just want a light fluffy piece that couples Parton's work with a few people Smarsh has known or talked to, this will be a fun read. It isn't poorly written, just poorly organized and argued.Reviewed from a copy made available by the publisher via NetGalley.
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She Come By It Natural - Sarah Smarsh
PART ONE
lineDOLLY PARTON EMBODIES THE WORKING WOMAN’S FIGHT
— SPRING 2017 —
When Dolly Parton’s holiday movie about crises and miracles in East Tennessee, Christmas of Many Colors, premiered on television last November, wildfires were burning up the Great Smoky Mountains where she first strummed a guitar. As smoke cleared in Parton’s native Sevier County, the death toll would reach fourteen. Tennessee governor Bill Haslam told the New York Times it was the biggest fire in the state in a century.
Hours before the film aired, Parton announced that her Dollywood Foundation would give a thousand dollars per month for six months to every family who lost their home. About nine hundred families would apply for the funds.
When I posted news of Parton’s fire-victim fund to social media that evening, a West Virginia acquaintance and filmmaker who documents poverty in Appalachia commented, My first words after the fires: Dolly will save ’em.
As she typed this, 11.5 million people were tuning in to see Parton make a cameo appearance in Christmas of Many Colors—as a generous sex worker shunned by self-proclaimed Christians in her hometown.
Much has been sung about auburn-haired Jolene,
the real-life siren Parton says worked at a bank and flirted with her husband when he came in to do business; she inspired the most covered of her hundreds of original recorded songs. But the woman to whom music owes much more is the blond town tramp
Parton admired as a child. Parton created her look in that woman’s image.
She had yellow hair piled on top of her head, red lipstick, her eyes all painted up, and her clothes all tight and flashy,
Parton recalled in a 2016 interview with Southern Living. I just thought she was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. And then when everybody said, ‘Oh, she’s just trash,’ I thought, ‘That’s what I’m going to be when I grow up! Trash!’
Parton, now seventy-one, has told this story many times because she is a woman whose appearance provokes people to demand an explanation. In Christmas of Many Colors, she finally pays full homage to the painted lady
by making her the guardian angel of a narrative based loosely on a Christmas during Parton’s childhood.
In the movie, young Dolly stands on a sidewalk strumming a guitar on a cold December night while holiday shoppers bustle along the main street of her tiny hometown; she’s trying to help her dad and siblings come up with $69.95, plus tax, to finally get her mom a gold wedding band. The yellow-haired woman, in her tight clothes and high heels, drops a twenty-dollar bill into Dolly’s guitar case—but a self-righteous shopkeeper sweeping the sidewalk refuses to let the elated child keep money tainted by the woman’s sins.
You get away from her,
the outraged woman chides. Why, this is a child of God. She don’t want your dirty money.
Before she sweeps her broom at the woman, she adds, Comin’ around decent folks all painted up, sticking out everywhere.
Boy, you and that broom make a good team, you ol’ witch,
Parton’s character replies before she clicks off into the darkness with an apology to young Dolly that she couldn’t give her the money.
This signature Parton trifecta—eyebrow-raising tight clothes, generosity of heart, and a take-no-crap attitude—is an overlooked, unnamed sort of feminism I recognize in the hard-luck women who raised me. They didn’t sell their bodies, but they faced scorn for where they came from. Most of them left school in ninth, tenth, eleventh grade. There was no feminist literature or theory in our lives. There was only life, in which we were women—economically disenfranchised, working on our feet in restaurants and factories, and hopelessly sexualized.
When I was a kid in the 1980s, my mom’s long red acrylic fingernails didn’t slow her down driving a UPS truck, dragging and pushing boxes of Christmas presents she and her own family wouldn’t receive. Her other job was applying makeup for middle-class women at a department-store counter in a Wichita mall, a male manager stopping by to adjust the metal name tag pinned to her blouse. She knew exactly what was going on and neither liked it nor complained, the latter being risky business for a woman who must keep her job. She knew that the only way a woman with no money or connections can beat the game—that is to say, pay the bills for herself and her children—is by playing it.
In her songwriting, movie roles, and stage persona, Parton’s exaltation of the strengths of this frequently vilified class of American woman is at once the greatest self-aware gender performance in modern history and a sincere expression of who Parton is. She stands for the poor woman, the working-class woman whose feminine sexuality is often an essential device for survival and yet whose tough presence might be considered masculine
in corners of society where women haven’t always worked, where the archaic concept of a lady
lingers. They are single mothers in need of welfare and abortions, females without diplomas but possessing strong opinions, complicated people reduced to a backwards
stereotype in the media. Long shamed as a moral scourge in the US, they have precious few ambassadors to convey their grace.
What Parton has accomplished for feminism has less to do with feminism than it has to do with Parton, and she has everything to do with rural poverty. As my grandma would say about what alchemized a future legend in those Appalachian hills in the middle of the twentieth century, she come by it natural.
OUTTA THAT HOLLER
The fourth of twelve siblings, Parton was born on a small farm in 1946; her father, Lee, paid the doctor a bag of grain for the delivery. As those familiar with her music know, growing up wearing dresses made of feed sacks didn’t make her sorrowful but rather grateful—a fact that, paradoxically, has helped make her a very rich woman. The royalties for Coat of Many Colors,
her enduring 1971 song about cherishing a garment her mother sewed from rags in spite of being shamed for it at school, roll in year after year.
Of her many hits, Parton has described that tribute to her mother, Avie Lee, as the one most special to her. She says she got her musical talent from that side of her family, whom she describes as dreamers.
During Parton’s childhood, radios, record players, and electricity hadn’t yet reached the rural poor, and they entertained themselves in their own homes with old ways passed down from European country peasantry. Her maternal grandfather, a Pentecostal preacher, played fiddle and wrote songs.
Avie Lee’s brother, Billy, played guitar and noticed young Dolly’s musical talent. He helped get her onto the Knoxville radio and TV show Cas Walker’s Farm and Home Hour. Billy reportedly bought Dolly her first proper guitar, a child-sized acoustic Martin, when she was eight (replacing the one she’d made from an old mandolin and two found strings). He helped her write her first single, Puppy Love,
penned when she was eleven and recorded in 1959, when she was thirteen, after a thirty-hour bus ride to Goldband Records in Lake Charles, Louisiana, with her grandma.
By that time, rock and roll—rooted in Southern Black culture—was sweeping white America and infusing country sounds. It showed up in the up-tempo dance beat of Puppy Love
and in Uncle Billy’s slick Elvis-style pompadour. Parton admired rockabilly pioneer Rose Maddox, the daughter of Alabama sharecroppers. But Appalachia’s ancient melodies, the poor European cousin to slavery’s African blues, were the songs that shaped her first. In one hit from her early career, Apple Jack,
which she has said portrays a composite of real people, she tells of visiting a mountain-music man who gifted her his banjo when he died—a bit of Africa that had reached East Tennessee over the centuries.
While Parton’s musicianship and mentorship came from her mother’s family, her business acumen, she says, came from her father—a tenderhearted lifelong laborer who didn’t learn to read and write but nonetheless was savvy with a horse trade and could stretch a bit of money a long way. The sharp business mind that eventually built an empire worth hundreds of millions of dollars was also influenced by the premium her dad put on their humble home.
She described those seemingly conflicting interests—getting out
and being where you most belong—onstage in Kansas City during her 2016 tour for her latest album, Pure and Simple. That production stripped away the razzle-dazzle of backup bands and big sets featured on so many of her tours, putting Parton on a mostly bare stage with three backup musicians and a few cascades of white fabric. The show started with the sound of crickets and bulbs blinking like lightning