I’m fairly certain I read this book in junior high because it was set in a place in the mountains where I lived. When I figure it all out, I’m come back and write more.
So I am coming back after re-reading this number one bestseller (Wright, the author made a million dollars) in 1914!!! Critics hated it. (While they certainly have valid points which I will get to, I have to tell you that Wright skewers critics in this novel. Um, I don't think the critics were totally unbiased.)
You will not find The Eyes of the World on any current list of 1914 book list challenges. You will find 3 James Joyce pieces: Dubliners, Araby, The Dead; Bram Stoker's Dracula; a couple of L.Frank Baum books; Arthur Conan Doyle; Kahlil Gibran; Jack London; G.K.Chesterton; H.G.Wells; Elsinore Pruitt Stewart's Letters of a Woman Homesteader (okay, so this last one probably not many people know but I have read it).
So, what's the issue here? When I first read it as a middle schooler, my friend Merilee loaned it to me stating, "The writing is not very good but it's about our Eyes of the World (location)." I didn't realize until I read it last month as an adult that "eyes of the world" had more to do with how people try to be a certain way for the world (and, goodness, how the eyes of the world have multiplied here close to 110 years later).
The story is clearly melodramatic, yet at the time I read it (and somewhat to this day) I was in love with these mountains in the same way that Wright was. The area is real. I visited there recently and the way he describes the opening and closing into the canyon is perfect. As for Fairlands, it is a very thinly veiled portrayal of Redlands (the wealthy at the time could not have been too happy with this). Wright was a pastor in Redlands, and I would love to know the story why he could not be a pastor and a novelist at the same time.
The story is quite moralistic -- perhaps not so strange for 1914; however, Wright includes situations that would definitely rate some trigger warnings. For those of us who lived in those same mountains as young children and either saw, lived it, or learned later in life the worst of the Hollywood types come in and get away worse things than James Rutlidge did (if only they had met their end in the same way as this fictional character).
Wright is an author of his time and there are cringe worthy passages: "Will Andres was as true and square and white a man as ever lived" (hand to forehead); Mexican outlaws; Yee Kee the Chinaman...ugh, ugh, ugh.
The Eyes of the World is an allegory of sorts, but an overly obvious one where Wright tells you who is Nature (the innocent maiden), Civilization (the author who sold out to popularity, fame, and wealth) who remarks: "Well, here they come -- 'The Age', accompanied by 'Materialism', 'Sensual', and 'Ragtime' -- to look upon the prostitution of Art, and call it good." As overdone as this all is, the subject is discussion worthy.
1) I would not have called the innocent maiden (who Rutledge seeks to despoil by force) Nature. I think she is Beauty as in one of the Transcendentals (the Transcendental most forgotten in the triad of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty).
2) It is perhaps ironic that this book of Wright's was a number one bestseller and made him a million dollars. "We use our art to gain our own vain ends instead of being driven by our art to find adequate expression for some great truth that demands through us a hearing" (34%). "Thus it is when 'Art' becomes entangled with the family of 'Materialism.' It's hard to break away from the flesh-pots -- even when you know you are on the road to the Promised Land."
3) I had just finished reading a book on Thomas Merton so I had thoughts from Merton on the false self, writing, materialism in my head as I was reading sentences from Wright such as 'And must one be known -- to be great?' she asked. "Might not an artist be great and still be unknown?'" and "No, no, you are joking. You do not really think that being known to the world and greatness are the same." ""It's so hard to be yourself in the world. Everybody, there, seems trying to be something they are not. no one dares to be just themselves."
For myself, as much as I appreciate Wright's attempt at getting to these thoughts on Materialism, Civilization, Art, etc., I couldn't help but feel sorry for the character who represented The Age, Mrs. Taine. The author makes no allowances for how an evil man deceived her mother, took her away, raised her up, married her off in a loveless match to Materialism, and made her what she was. I probably wasn't meant to see real people in an allegory, but that can be the challenge with allegories, isn't it?
I just gave three stars to a book many of my friends gave 4 and 5 stars (and even I admit to the writing being better in the other book), yet here I am also giving this book 3 stars. But, the other book I would pay book subscription price for and this book I would pay thrift book prices. Three stars is my challenging area. For me, this book represents places I love and this discussion on materialism, art, civilization, but I thoroughly admit to it being melodramatic product of its time while still being ahead of its time in some ways. When my husband asked if I was skewering it or giving it a positive review, I replied, "praising with faint damns" (a phrase that is going to come up quite often -- along with its opposite -- as I do a massive book review drop in the next few days).
My mom? Maybe? The whole allegory thing might throw her.