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Esther McCoy, the Accidental Architectural Historian

“If you lived in New York, it was proper to make fun of ,” remarked Esther McCoy (1904–1989) fifty years after she’d left Greenwich Village to pursue life on the wrong coast.( McCoy was a keen observer, and her sharply attentive writing was elegantly spare, unpretentious, and confident. Her short stories were featured in literary quarterlies and the best of “the slicks,” including Harper’s Bazaar and The New Yorker. A contributor to progressive political journals, she also collaborated on several pseudonymously published detective novels and unproduced screenplays. In both her fiction- writing and reporting, McCoy was remarkably adept at portraying the contemporary moment and articulating palpable concerns about how people lived. Her story “The Cape,” included in The Best Short Stories of 1950,) follows an afternoon in the life of a sophisticated, urban divorcee: while undergoing radiation treatment for breast cancer, the woman endures thoughtless remarks from a misogynist doctor and allows her memory to wander over her own richly complex life. For Epic News, the weekly paper produced by ’s 1934 EPIC (End Poverty in California) campaign, McCoy wrote about Los Angeles slum clearances and the city’s need for low-cost housing.* In 1960 McCoy published Five California Architects, her ground- breaking book that clearly identified the significance of American modernist design and its indisputably West Coast origins.+ Through McCoy’s original and well-considered study on the varied work of Irving Gill, , and R. M. Schindler, the richness Esther McCoy with Albert Robert, 1926.

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Once when we were alone Uncle Theo told me a story which I thought was a fiction. It was the story of a writer-architect who had neither much money or worldly goods. She lived as a squat- ter on a beach, nibbling stale crackers and sitting on wooden crates, sleeping on bare floors or the sandy shore. She became ill, suffering from malnutrition and the agonies of poverty . . . over the years, her health and writing improved considerably. “A lovely fantasy,” I thought, until one day Uncle Theo took me to the lady’s house in Santa Monica. She was brilliant, charming, sensitive. **

And as fiction turned to fact, the indelible presence of Esther McCoy came clearly into view.

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