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898 pages, Hardcover
First published December 27, 2012
"We are all on the rush. We are all for action. I sit still and think. If I wanted to write, I'd do something. I'd tell what everyone thought. It would startle people, frighten them a little, eh?" (p. 319)
"The lives of people are like young trees in a forest. They are being choked by climbing vines. The vines are old thoughts and beliefs planted by dead men. I am myself covered by crawling creeping vines that choke me." (p. 216)
"That in the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. All about in the world were the truths and they were all beautiful.
The old man had listed hundreds of the truths in his book. I will not try to tell you of all of them. There was the truth of virginity and the truth of passion, the truth of wealth and of poverty, of thrift and of profligacy, of carefulness and abandon. Hundreds and hundreds were the truths and they were all beautiful. [Note: these listed "truths" are themes explored throughout his stories.]
And then people came along. Each as he appeared snatched up one of the truths and some who were quite strong snatched up a dozen of them.
It was the truths that made the people grotesques. The old man had quite an elaborate theory concerning the matter. It was his notion that the moment one of the people took one of the truths to himself, called it his truth, and tried to live his life by it, he became a grotesque and the truth he embraced became a falsehood." (page7),
Sherwood Anderson made his reputation in the short story genre as a chronicler of small-town life in the Midwest as the nineteenth century gave way to the 1900s. I love short stories, and I expected to be enthralled.
I was not. I am just not part of Anderson’s audience. Some readers marvel over the author’s extraordinary recitation of minutiae about his stories’ settings; I found his style to be a celebration of what are arguably nondescript, fungible, boring, and forgettable little communities. I feel the same about his characters too.
Many American writers of the first rank apparently were influenced by Sherwood Anderson, so his writing has to be quality stuff.
Anderson’s style just holds no appeal for this reader.
My rating: 7/10, finished 7/25/23 (3835).