Stories of White, Middle-Class Americans in “The Old Days”
And I don’t remember those old days with a lot of fondness! These 23 stories portray small town America when that meant portraying Anglo-Saxons in middle class professions, very socially-competitive, very money and materially-conscious. No one engages (at least in public or in the writer’s imagination) in intellectual activity. They are always drinking and smoking as if that were the only possible way of life. A “real man” eats steaks at “The Club” and drinks at every opportunity. These stories are of the ideas and behavior of people trying “to get ahead” in that post-war style that died in the 1960s in the particular mode shown here. Man, I had rejected this sort of life when I was fifteen! Well, it was all around me, but as an outsider, I opted out with no regrets.
You can read of various cases of adultery, of sexual hangups, of a bar and the corruption around it during Prohibition, a wanna-be runaway daughter, lack of communication between parents and children, and an old, successful newspaper reporter facing a come-down in life at a small town paper. A worldly engineer turns out to be gay, and so passes up a chance at a relationship with a woman who dies in a crash. Two girls prefer each other to George, but one has sex with him anyway, the other is disgusted by even the idea of sex.
The dialogues are incredibly snappy like those in American films of those years, but the endings are flat! Amazing for a writer who, after all, had considerable success in his time. The shallow characters are well-constructed in a way, if limited to a small slice of America—cut from similar cloth as it were. But however well the story begins, in almost all cases, there’s a squishy sound, a thud, and it’s over. What is lacking is interior dialogue, a psychological slant on actions, contradictions in personality.
How could this be literature? Well, it is by the standards of Mills and Boone, for example, but there is so much better stuff out there. If you have nothing to do, maybe you would enjoy reading these old-fashioned, limited stories, but otherwise, keep on looking.
P.S. And I never figured out what "Cape Cod Lighter" referred to, but then I could have missed it.