I don’t know that The Good Soldier (1915) is the “saddest story,” as Ford Madox Ford has his narrator (whose name we don’t even learn until the last page!) opine at the outset, but it’s among the strangest stories and maybe the best example in 20th-century literature of a “naïve narrator,” that is, a work in which we the reader know or understand much more than the narrator does himself. Ostensibly, this is a story centered on 4 people – the narrator, his wife (Florence), and couple whom they befriend (Capt. Edward and, his wife, Leonora Ashburnham. Throughout, the narrator praises the other 3, the Captain (the “good soldier” of the title) in particular for his manners, bearing, and taste. Over the course of the novel, Edward betrays his wife through a # of extended affairs with married women of their acquaintance, in particular a decade-long affair with the narrator’s wife, Florence, which he never suspects until its tragic demise (her suicide by poison). In fact, she’d been unfaithful to him from the start, and their long marriage seems to have been without sex and definitely without affection. The story ends in suicide and madness for each of the main characters, except for the narrator – with the final blow occurring when the young woman whom Edward and Leonora had been raising as a niece is packed off t Ceylon after Edward makes clumsy passes at and proposals to her – and she loses her mind. What makes this otherwise melodramatic and over-the-top novel so strange and unsettling is the narrator’s complete acceptance of all of the illicit love affairs and betrayals, some of which border of child abuse – but all seem, to him, OK and even tragic because Edward was such a good sort, mannered, cultured, educated, generous to a fault; the narrator never sees or recognizes Edward’s (and Florence’s) cruelty and infidelity – it’s all OK because his they are all so well-mannered. Looking at the novel as a whole, while the characters are despicable and narrator is naïve and perhaps unreliable, we see that none of the foursome really had a chance; they married too young, with any experience of love or sex, with little or no affection, just giving in to the social expectations of the day; the narrator himself, for example, “eloped” with Florence, climbing to her bedroom via a rope ladder: What a cliché! – yet that’s part of the point, the characters are all bound by the clichés they’ve read of or heard of (their lives destroyed by “bad fiction,” much like Emma Bovary’s).
Monday, May 25, 2020
Thursday, May 21, 2020
Could any realistic narrator be such a fool?
I’ve started (re)reading Ford Madox Ford’s novel The Good Soldier (ca 1915) and am not sure why I remember it as a “great novel.” The writing is fine and clear, a first-person narrative (I don’t think we even know the narrator’s name; does someone call him “John” at one point?) in which we are much more aware than the narrator is about what’s going on. He recounts what he notes in the first sentence is the “saddest story” he’d ever heard – a great way to start a novel, by the way – and slowly puts together the pieces of his unhappy marriage (to a fellow American blue-blood, Florence) and their 11 year friendship w/ a wealthy and self-centered English couple, Capt Ashburnham and his wife, Leonora, whom they meet at a German health spa. We learn, in the first third or so of the novel, that the narrator’s marriage has been a disaster: He married her in haste, hardly knowing her, inexperienced in love and in sex, and on their “honeymoon” sea voyage to Europe she becomes “ill” on the boat and for the next 11 years suffers from heart issues, leading to numerous stays in various European clinics and to a loveless (and sexless) marriage. But guess what? – over all this time Florence has been carrying on an affair w/ Capt. A. – and the narrator never knows or notices anything strange? Come on! Moreover, he’s well aware that the Captain has been involved w/ numerous affairs and scandals, including at least one notorious liaison that led to his leaving his post in India into what seems to be an enforced retirement. In short, the narrator cannot put 2 and 2, or even 1 and 1, together; he entered into a marriage doomed from the start, and he’s either to stupid (which does not seem to be the case, based on his writing/story-telling ability) or afraid and embarrassed to see what’s happening in his life and the lives of those closest to him. I don’t know how to explain this wilful blindness.
Tuesday, May 19, 2020
What happens to Mrs. Dalloway (spoilers, probably)
A really smart guy in one of my college English classes – I don’t remember his name, but Columbia scholar Ed Mendelson probably does – came up with the novel idea that at the ending Virginia Woolf’s novel Mrs. Dalloway (1925), Clarissa Dalloway dies. It seems an odd interpretation, but going back over the novel there are a # of ominous hints about CD’s ill health and her feeling of exhaustion and depletion. More notably, and more unusual, she seems to disappear from the narrative in the final section, which is to say she disappears from the party that she’s been so invested in managing – a huge success, apparently I part because the Prime Minister makes an appearance. But over the 40 or so pp. that constitute the party, we move – in the moving, fluid “stream of consciousness” into various perspectives – Clarissa’s old friend and lover Peter Walsh, ditto Sally (now a matronly mother of 5 boys), with touches of the old blowhard Hugh with his sinecure job “polishing the royal boots” or some such jab, the aging Parliamentarian and career-stymied husband Richard, plus some new characters such as the woman who stays till the end and is eager to report the goings-on and who-was-there’s to her friend . We also get a visit from the eminent psychiatrist who was unable to prevent Septimus’s suicidal leap and his gruesome death. But where is Clarissa? For some unexplained reason she absents herself from the party and goes into her bedroom where she looks from her window to on older woman across the way getting ready for bed. But is she really across the way, or is the window pane reflecting back to Clarissa her own image – old, and ready to “retire”? That seemed to me exactly the correct interpretation, that is, until we get to the last sentences of the novel and several of her admirers gaze up at the staircase and there is Clarissa. VW ends this novel abruptly and with no fanfare, leaving many readers, I imagine, to think: So what. Is that all there is? Woman gives party? Though I have to say the evidence in the text for Clarissa’s death just doesn’t hold up – but the image of death is at the heart of this novel. It would amount to nothing, or at least to much less, except for the death of Septimus, and what his (mis)treatment says about the culture and its inability to recognize and rectify the suffering of others.
Monday, May 18, 2020
The open question the colors every aspect of Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway
Friday, May 15, 2020
The strange career of Katheine Dunn
Thursday, May 14, 2020
How could I possibly have understood Mrs. Dalloway when I read it in college?
Yesterday I started (re)reading Virginia Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway (1925) and what amazes me the most is that I actually read this novel in college (and then again much later, maybe 30 years ago?). I could not possibly have understood it when I was in college; in fact, I must have read through it quickly, looking only for the essence of the plot – a London woman prepares for a give a dinner party; the first line, in fact, is something about Mrs. D’s buying flowers – and I probably thought, who cares?, what a trivial novel. And looking at it now – I read about 70 pp or roughly the first third of the novel – there is so much in this complex, subtle work, much more than I could possibly have recognized or understood. How could my class – it was a course in the “modern” British novel, lectures by a famous scholar, the actual teaching done by grad students – have understood this book? We were young – and we were all guys. I am certain that the class discussions never talking about feminism, women’s suffrage and suffering, Lesbian love – all key themes in this book – that a group of 20-year-old guys way back then could possibly recognize (I am pretty sure this was one of only 2 works of fiction by a woman novelist that I read in any course in college, the other being Wuthering Heights). So just based on the first third of the novel we see Clarissa Dalloway’s unhappiness in her marriage (to Richard, some kind of indifferent government minister), her sorrow at the fate of her multiply married and unhappy friend who’d at one time proposed to her (Peter), her memories of her sexual dalliances with her friend Sally, the comfort of her life – wealth, social status – and her sense of the trivialities of her life and her wasted opportunities, the oddness of the skywriting airplane noticed by people across London, her brush against the mentally ill and suicidal Septimus, her difficult relationship w/ servants, the near invisibility of her daughter – so much; it’s a feminist novel of course, though w/out polemics or didactics, but also a personal tragedy and a portrait of a society still wracked by the first World War, and w/ smoldering class resentments that just lightly brush up against the lives of the protected class.
Wednesday, May 13, 2020
The importance and signficance of Colson Whitehead's The Nickel Boys
Colson Whitehead’s 2019 novel, The Nickel Boys, just anointed with a Pulitzer Prize (his 2nd!), is a terrific and sorrowful document about the mistreatment of young men/boys by the criminal justice system, which in many states – the setting of this novel is Florida but the source material, which CW cites in the epilogue, comes from several (mostly Southern) states – considered the youths entrusted to their care to be not only worthless and dispensable but, worse, as opportunities to play out their sadistic and homosexual behaviors and their abject racism (most though not all of the mistretment came down upon the black boys) and to plunder through a system of corruption that was sidely known and about which the so-called authorities and overs-seers turned a blind eye. Whitehead’s novel focuses on one fiction institution, the Nickel training school, but it’s closely modeled on a real Florida institution; the horrors of that place have been written about by investigative reporters and by researchers at a Florida university. CW’s accomplishment is to make these stories into a narrative by focusing on a small cast of abused boys, notably Elwood, one of the most intelligent of the young men whose life was disrupted by a ridiculous frame-up arrest for which he had no competent legal defense. I have to say, though, that despite the good intentions and vital mission of this novel, CW doesn’t develop any of the characters to a full extent and he resorts to a weird narrative trick, which I won’t reveal, in the final section, which I think does little to advance the story. Painful as it may be to read, however, this novel helps us see the horrors of the past and makes us wonder to what extent they remain unmitigated and unexposed today.
Sunday, May 10, 2020
The sorrowful account of the juvenile "justice" system in The Nickel Boys
Colson Whitehead’s 2019 novel, The Nickel Boys, is a terrifying and sorrowful account about the system of juvenile “justice” in Floriday in the early 20th century under which the unwanted and unruly youth, sometimes those accused/convicted of petty crimes though just as often boys and young men in state “care” w/ nowhere else to go, were sent to the Nickel school, basically a work farm to house, punish, and exploit the young men. The school, like all others in Florida in that era, was strictly segregated, with the black “boys” getting far worse conditions, treatment, and opportunities – though the entire school was exploited and pillaged in return for various political favors and kickbacks. The novel – I’m about half-way through – focuses on on young man, Ellwood, convicted of car theft (he’d hitched a ride and the driver turned out to be driving a hot car) and sent off to Nickel without a thought for his well-being; he’s highly intelligent and had plans to take college courses during his senior year of h.s.; sent to Nickel, where he is abused and mistreated (no worse than any of the others, however), his hopes are dashed, and we follow him through his torment and evolution. The novel has the usual front-of-the-book disclaimer that this is a work of fiction, etc., but it’s obvious that it’s a near-documentary; apparently there is much about the “real” Nickel and about Elwood online, which I will look at after I finish reading this novel, which has just been honored w/ a Pulitzer Prize for fiction.
Friday, May 8, 2020
Why I've stopped reading White Noise
I read further yesterday in Don DeLillo’s White Noise (1985) but have reached the end of my patience. As noted yesterday, the 2nd section of the book, in which the narrator (Jack) and his family are evacuated from their home and go through treacherous drive in a snowstorm to escape from a deadly toxic cloud, is a powerful and a weirdly prescient stretch of writing. But then in part 3, the toxic spill behind them (and 9 days of living in an emergency shelter dispatched in one sentence) , DeLillo’s back to his old bag of tricks and the novel veers off course: lots of eccentric dialog, fun to read up to a point but what’s the point. The point is that Jack’s wife, Babette, has secretly been taking off-the-grid, unapproved medication called Dylar. Jack goes to unusual lengths – enlisting the help of a scientist who’s a colleague in his college – to find out what Dylar does. At last, Babette begins to explain everything to him. She has, she tells him, developed a mordant fear of death; she saw in a supermarket tabloid an ad for willing participants in a medical trial of a drug to alleviate this condition. She’s been taking the drug for years, and as part of her “treatment” has for years been engaged in a sexual tryst w/ the doctor leading the experiment. Nothing, nothing about this makes any sense on a literal level; no woman in her right mind – no woman like this shrewd and hyperintelligent Babette – would engage in such harmful and ludicrous behavior, and no husband as vigilant and faithful as Jack would miss the signs. I could accept all this is there were a point to it, but so far as I can see it’s just more vamping and hyperventialting about an all-pervasive dread that permeates life in the late 20th century – today as well in some respects, but at this point I’ve just lost patience w/ this novel, which has so many excellent passages but which seems to me to have no shape or direction. DeLillo has his passtionate devotees, but I find that the characters, with their dark, sometimes idiosyncratic world view, obstruct the plot rather than ground and advance it.
Thursday, May 7, 2020
Why DeLillo's White Noise feels strangely contemporary and prophetic
I’m glad that I stayed a little longer w/ Don DeLillo’s break-out novel, White Noise (1985); yesterday I read part 2 (of 3 – incorrect in yesterday’s post, on which I said there were 2 parts to the novel). Part 2, unlike the others, is a single long (40 or so pp) chapter/section, and it’s the heart of the novel and the part that stays in one’s mind and memory (mine, anyway) and that drew attention and praise for the work. This section begins as the oldest son in this weirdly dysfunctional family, Heinrich, is perched on the roof outside the attic dormer, in a snowstorm, observing through binoculars the gathering of emergency vehicles, choppers, floodlights as what we soon learn to be an accident involving a train tanker loaded with insecticide, leading to an “airborne toxic event.” As the poison cloud builds and spreads, parts of the city are evacuated and the family (Gladney?, can’t remember and patronym) takes off – 6 of them – in the family car – and embark on a night of terrifying delays and car crashes, nightmore like confusion and fear, and the discomfort of all evacuees and refugees, culminating in a frightful containment in an abandoned Boy Scout camp. This section reads vey well on its own, and I don’t know why DeLillo spent so much time developing the eccentric characters in this family in the first 100 pp or so of the novel; they’re in essence unlikable and, in fact, not credible – nothing about them seems like a real family - though DD’s great use of quirky dialogue and his academic satire provides many laughs. The second section, though – the “airborne toxic event” – while it’s quite inaccurate in its account of how such an event is covered by the media and how the emergency crews respond (for example, they don’t set up emergency shelters literarlly w/in minutes; and the news media do not boradcast live from the accident and present reports replete with detailed technical info about the contaminent – these things take days, and are limited to a few breif news conferences at least at first) – is eerily prophetic, a year or so before Chernobyl and accurately and acutely provides the sense of fear and dread that can permeate a community in time of disaster or catastrophe. Though the toxic spill differs in many ways from our current health crisis, the fear of disruption and of the unknown, the struggle for survival at an cost and risk, feels eerily contemporary as well. <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-size:10.0pt; mso-ansi-font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-fareast-language:JA;}size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;}