Friday, March 30, 2018

Fannie Hurst--Back Street (1931)

Another American book--it seems like about the fourth or fifth in a row--from that 1900-1940 period that thus far dominates this list. While I do love much of the literature of this period, after this one, I am ready for a little break from it, which it looks like I am going to get (towards of this, perhaps because it coincided with St Patrick's Day, I felt a craving for an Irish novel of the old kind, which sort of thing I have not read in a long time. I don't have any coming up however). Back Street is not a terrible book, and the premise of the story seems to me a good enough one, but it isn't great, it's quite a bit longer than it needs to be, it's depressing, and, compared to the best books of the period, it's rather drab and colorless.








I noted during the Sholem Asch post that the IWE list did not feature a lot of Jewish writers, and many of the ones it did seem to be rather obscure now. As with Gertrude Stein previously, I had not realized that Fannie Hurst was Jewish. Unlike in the Gertrude Stein book, there is an emphasis in Hurst on the distinction and line between Jews and gentiles, though in contrast to the what some might expect, this works decidedly to the advantage of the Jewish characters in her book, who mostly become wealthy and powerful, while the main ethnic German characters mostly stagnate or decline into shabbiness.


The IWE said of Back Street that it was "the only one (of Hurst's novels) that critics have treated as significant literature", though I don't think many do anymore. The only other title by this author that is recognizable even to me is Imitation of Life, which like Back Street, was adapted several times into notable movies, in particular the 1959 Douglas Sirk version (which I have seen recently but have not gotten around to writing up on the other blog yet). It also notes that "Fannie Hurst, born of a Jewish family in St. Louis, wrote Back Street with peculiar (sic) knowledge of the wholly similar German and upper-class Jewish communities of Cincinnati at the turn of the century". Kind of a peculiar sentence.


The first note I took was on page 48, when the young Kurt Shendler, who would later go on to become an automobile tycoon, unsuccessfully attempts to woo the heroine Ray:


"There's not a doubt in my mind that, let alone, you'll go down in the history of this town as one of its first crack business girls. But you're going to quit it and go down in the history of my life instead." The last part of this prophecy did not come to fruition. My comment was "male arrogance even among betas". Shendler's character was a little odd in that even after coming a millionaire many times over he remained fixated on Ray and never seems to have any other love interest, which I think is implausible.


On page 50 I wrote, "(The depiction of) melancholy nostalgia brought about by change is good (well-done). Refers to Ray's life after her father's death and the sale of his business to new ownership. I was experiencing a lot of similar emotions at the time.






I'm not going to gratuitously recount all of the social observations about marginalized groups in these books anymore. We all know what they are. Judging by this and the Imitation of Life movie that I saw alone without consulting her biography, this author was quite progressive for her era, if tame by present standards.


p. 252, a reference to the "One-Hoss Shay", a recent favorite from my reading of Holmes
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As noted above, another between the wars look at the Midwest, following Lewis, Dreiser, Tarkington, et al, Cincinnati and Youngstown especially making rare appearances in literature, or at least literary-like books such as I read. I feel like this region's former strong presence in the national reading life has become underappreciated.


Note around 2/3rds of the way through: "Pace little slow, repetitive. Depressing, without Tolstoy quality mind to carry book (acknowledging that Anna Karenina or The Death of Ivan Ilych could be considered to be depressing). Lead character ultimately lacks agency of a kind (though she regards Hugo, Freda, etc, as hopeless in this regard).


Since I think this book is no longer well known, the plot involves a beautiful, rather languid young woman who ends up falling in love with and becoming the mistress of the eventual head of a major international bank, giving up everything else in her life. The title comes from the idea that she inhabits the "back streets" of her lover's life. He sets her up in a relatively shabby apartment in New York for example, in contrast with his Park Avenue mansion, and when he brings her to Europe she is relegated to a nondescript pension while the magnate and his family stay in the most lavish hotels. The mistress seems to be comparatively independent and resourceful in most situations apart from the banker but she has barely any ability to protest the most constricting and insensitive decisions he repeatedly makes for her, so it is difficult for me to develop any real feel for what she is supposed to be as a character.






p. 348 "She found herself committing the cardinal sin of wishing the passing of time."


p. 350 "He waved her back to her position on her knees on the floor. 'Stay that way. I like it.'"


Isolated like this it sounds like innuendo, and maybe it is, but in fact they are just talking, and I assume this is meant to illustrate the attitude of Saxel rather than to be titillating.


One area where I did feel the book to resonate a little was in its generational relation to me, especially when I thought Fannie Hurst was born in 1889, as printed in the IWE, though everything on the internet places her in 1885. The difference is not that great, though 1889 would put her right in the middle of the Lost Generation, which corresponds exactly with my birth position (1970) in the middle of the so-called Generation X, and these two generations are of course supposed to be correlated in the cycle. This is a long way of saying that this strikes me as being Generation-X like in its character, being rather gloomy, pessimistic, resigned, not much given to genuine indignation in the way that the neighboring generations on either side seem to be. I still don't think it's a great book, but I can feel the mood that infuses it.


Towards the end after Saxel dies basically from overindulgence in unhealthy food and the now-abandoned Ray is aging: "God this book is depressing." Excerpt from pages 403-4:


"Dentistry had become so terribly expensive...One dentist in Louisville diagnosed her trouble as pyorrhea and advised a period of three months treatment before estimating the amount of salvaging work that might then be done...the price of even the preliminary treatments mounted into the hundreds...At first this was repelling and not to be considered, but after months of the considerable odds and ends of dentists' bills, for just temporary reliefs...she surrendered, and two weeks later, with a temporary 'set' in her mouth, began the long period of attempting to adjust the rigid plates to her healing gums...It was horrible."






I worry about my own situation endlessly, but in this world people in old age are selling off possessions to buy chicken feet and cabbage. Maybe it would not take much to get me there without my wife and family, but I hope I have assembled a capable enough support group to stave off such an ugly fate.


I was unable to find an older hardcover edition of this online that appealed to me, so I ended up reading it in a "Vintage Movie Classics" paperback, which series actually includes a few other books on this list (Alice Adams, Cimarron).


The Challenge


1. John Steinbeck--East of Eden...........................................................1,719
2. Jeffrey Eugenides--The Marriage Plot................................................737
3. The Young Pope (TV show).................................................................525
4. Death Race (movie-2008)....................................................................354
5. Guy de Maupassant--Bel Ami.................................................................53
6. Ken Ham & A. Charles Ware--One Race, One Blood...........................31
7. Dave Donelson--Heart of Diamonds......................................................17
8. Cheryl Mendelson--Love, Work, Children.............................................12
9. Alexandre Dumas--The War of Women...................................................4
10. Thalia Field--Experimental Animals......................................................4
11. Richard Crockatt--Einstein & Twentieth-Century Politics....................1
12. James Bell Pettigrew--Design in Nature, etc.........................................0
13. Litteratura Norteamericana...................................................................0




The field features three IWE list authors (Steinbeck, de Maupassant, and Dumas) with books that did not make the cut for the master list.


1st Round


#13 Litteratura Norteamericana over #4 Death Race
#5 de Maupassant over #12 Pettigrew
#11 Crockatt over #6 Ham & Ware


A lot of Einstein books seem to pop up on this list. I read one of them last year. Ham and Ware appear to be pop Christian writers of some kind. At first glance I would have to say their book is unfortunately titled. Even if they are advancing the idea that we are all one in Jesus, it immediately conjures up images of white supremacists and other undesirable elements.


#10 Field over #7 Donelson


Donelson looks like a dreaded genre book.


#8 Mendelson over #9 Dumas


Mendelson gets an upset.








2nd Round

#1 Steinbeck over #13 Litteratura Norteamericana
#2 Eugenides over #11 Crockatt


The Eugenides here is a Pulitzer Prize winner.


#10 Field over #3 The Young Pope
#5 de Maupassant over #8 Mendelson


Mendelson comes up short in a bid to take down two 19th century titans of French literature back to back.


Final Four


#1 Steinbeck over #10 Field
#5 de Maupassant over #2 Eugenides


I gave Eugenides a chance to go toe to toe here, but de Maupassant's book is older, shorter, and foreign, if we count French classics as foreign, and Eugenides has no upset cards to play so he loses in a good game.


Championship


#1 Steinbeck over #5 de Maupassant


Steinbeck does have an upset card to play, and he needed it here, since East of Eden is even longer than The Marriage Plot. Believe it or not, I have never read Steinbeck before. His most famous books are on all my lists, but none of them have come up yet.










Tuesday, March 6, 2018

March 2018

A List: Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit..................606/841
B List: Fannie Hurst, Back Street......................286/464
C List: Harry Dolan, Very Bad Men..................332/412


My reading pace slowed a little this month because I was not feeling that great in the early part of it and then I went on vacation, after which I have been feeling much better. I hope it lasts. Also I have been sluggish since I don't really love any of these books. Dickens is one of my all time favorites and Chuzzlewit is good in parts, but I find some of the subplots either hard to follow or not commanding my attention in the manner of his better work. The minds of the authors of genre books, at least that they reveal, just aren't interesting enough to me. Yet whenever you make inquiries into being a professional author it seems like that style of writing is what is pushed on you to try to cultivate. I suppose one cannot learn by practice to write like Tolstoy or Proust, but you would think there would be more interest in encouraging people to try to develop in something like that direction, since the endless repetitions of these genre books is so insubstantial.


On my way back from Florida I stopped off, as I always do, in Annapolis and Philadelphia, my long-ago stomping grounds. For the first time in many years I thought how pleasant it might be for me at least to live in these places again, at least in February and March, which are relatively warmer and more lively. If I ever had the time and were still in good enough health to do so, I might like to come down to Annapolis for a few weeks during the winter and attend some of the lectures and concerts they have at the college and go to the library and so on. It might help combat the annual depression and fixation on my children growing old and my own death. Strangely I don't have a lot of sad nostalgia with regard to my college, perhaps because it doesn't seem to have changed that much since I was there, certainly compared with just about everything else. Being back there usually makes me feel happier and more optimistic than is usual with me. I was very happy to be back in Philadelphia as well. Since my mother sold her house a few years back and moved into an apartment we have largely stopped going down as there is nowhere for all of us to stay anymore for more than a single night. It seems a great deal must have changed there but almost all of the people I grew up with are still around, albeit they are getting ever older, though the older people still seem to get on fine. The younger generations, the under 40s, who I don't know as well, seem to have more problems, but that may be a matter of perception and the circumstance that the consequences of anything bad that happens today seem to be so exaggerated. Certainly my 50 and 60 something relatives partook of behaviors in the 1970s that would be considered alarming now to say the least, yet they were permitted to recover and progress in their lives...