Why I’ll Name My Daughter After Harper Lee

I recently wrote about my love for Sarah Dessen, but long before Sarah, another Southern writer came into my life, changing the way I saw literature and writing forever. Her name was Nelle Harper Lee, although back then I only knew her as Harper Lee. It was sophomore year of high school, I think, and we had to read To Kill a MockingbirdI’ve had many editions of the book since then, but in my mind, it will forever be that paperback edition with the light purple cover and the knot in the tree.

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To put it bluntly, I wanted to be Scout. Scrappy, smart, and a little too wise for her own good, she may have been one of the first literary characters that made a real, lasting impression on me. The story was like none other I had ever read. Atticus, standing up for what is right, explaining what courage really is, and why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird. Much, much later, when I read that Truman Capote was the inspiration for Dill and Nelle saw herself as Boo, rather than Scout, as I had always thought, the book opened up for me in even more ways, constantly surprising and delighting me.

I read an ARC (advanced review copy) of The Mockingbird Next Door, and even as I read it, was surprised that Nelle had finally let someone in to her secluded life. From everything I had read, she had been overwhelmed by the unexpected fame of writing Mockingbird, and that fame was not what she was after: she simply wanted to write. And yet the public was relentless with its demands, so she stopped. And hid away, just like Boo.

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When the letter that Nelle Harper sent out regarding the publication of the perhaps-unauthorized biography was first made public online, someone in the publicity department had somehow managed to overlook the fact that Nelle’s mailing address was printed on her letterhead. In fact, I had to look at the screen multiple times, making sure I wasn’t seeing things wrong, because for an author who had famously guarded her privacy all these years, I was pretty sure she wouldn’t be too thrilled to know that her PO Box number was now on the internet.

But I will admit – I took down the address. I don’t have it anymore, because I wrote it down on the envelope I mailed to her. I figured this was my only chance to tell her how much her writing had guided and influenced me over the years, and how she as a person is someone I admire. I apologized for bothering her, and kept the letter short and sweet. In a moment of literary fangirl weakness, I shared with her that if I ever have a daughter, I plan to name her Harper Grace. I’ve wanted to name my child Harper since reading Mockingbird, and after reading certain biographical anecdotes about the author, I feel even more strongly about it. I’m sure she’s received thousands upon thousands of such letters, but I had to send it. The next day, when I looked on the website that had printed her letter, the address was missing.

I know she likely won’t read it, nor will it ever be read to her. But I hold out hope, and one day in the future, perhaps I will sit down with my daughter and say, “You know, the craziest thing happened – I wrote a letter once to one of my favorite authors. Let me tell you how you got your name…”
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