The Fires of Spring

by James A. Michener, Steve Berry (Introduction)

An intimate early novel from James A. Michener, now remembered as the beloved master of the historical epic, The Fires of Spring unfolds with the bittersweet drama of a boy’s perilous journey into manhood. David Harper is an orphan, seemingly doomed to loneliness and poverty. As an adolescent con artist and petty thief, David spends his days grifting at an amusement park, the place where he first learns about women and the mysteries of love. Soon he discovers that his longing to embrace the world is stronger than the harsh realities that constrain him. Featuring autobiographical touches from Michener’s own life story, The Fires of Spring is more than a novel: It’s a rich slice of American life, brimming with wisdom, longing, and compassion.
 
Praise for The Fires of Spring
 
“A warm-hearted, readable story, crammed with lively incident and remarkable characters.”—The Atlantic
 
“Heartfelt . . . immensely readable . . . Michener is a born writer.”—The New York Times
 
“Michener is a gifted storyteller.”—Kirkus Reviews
 
“Brilliantly done.”—Library Journal

Genres: Fiction, Historical Fiction, Coming Of Age, Literature, Young Adult, Historical, 20th Century

505 pages, Kindle Edition

First published January 1, 1949

About the author

James Albert Michener is best known for his sweeping multi-generation historical fiction sagas, usually focusing on and titled after a particular geographical region. His first novel, Tales of the South Pacific , which inspired the Rodgers and Hammerstein musical South Pacific, won the 1948 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction.

Toward the end of his life, he created the Journey Prize, awarded annually for the year's best short story published by an emerging Canadian writer; founded an MFA program now, named the Michener Center for Writers, at the University of Texas at Austin; and made substantial contributions to the James A. Michener Art Museum in Doylestown, Pennsylvania, best known for its permanent collection of Pennsylvania Impressionist paintings and a room containing Michener's own typewriter, books, and various memorabilia.

Michener's entry in Who's Who in America says he was born on Feb. 3, 1907. But he said in his 1992 memoirs that the circumstances of his birth remained cloudy and he did not know just when he was born or who his parents were.

Reviews

[Paul Haspel · Rating 4 out of 5]

The first thing you should know about James Michener’s 1949 novel The Fires of Spring is that it is, in many ways, unlike the massive research-based historical-novel epics for which this best-selling author is best-known. The second thing you should know is that, because it seems to proceed primarily from life experience and observation rather than research, it may provide particularly helpful insights regarding Michener as an author and a person.

During his long literary career, Michener published more than 40 books, both fiction and non-fiction, and sold more than 75 million copies of those books. He garnered critical praise for early works like Tales of the South Pacific (1947), a Pulitzer Prize-winning collection of tales based on Michener’s U.S. Navy service in the Pacific Theatre during the Second World War. Today, however, he may be better known for the epic historical novels that began with Hawaii (1959).

Those books, typically, ran well over 1000 pages, and chronicled centuries, or millennia, or geologic eons, of whatever area Michener was writing about for a particular book. While he might or might not have had any particular life ties to the place he was writing about, he would hire a small army of research assistants to provide information about the place, its people, and its culture. As a Marylander, I remember reading his book Chesapeake when it was published in 1978, and being impressed by all those people he hired to furnish information about blue crabs and watermen and skipjacks and tobacco and slavery.

And people loved those books. Walking the beaches in long-ago teenage summertimes, in Delmarva beach resorts like Dewey Beach (Delaware) or Ocean City (Maryland), I remember being struck by how many people, on any given beach in any given summer, were reading Michener books. It struck me then, and it strikes me now, that there’s a particular reason why Michener struck such a resounding chord with so many readers.

Michener’s popularity, I think, has much to do with the fact that we Americans, on the whole, are a utilitarian lot. With our Puritan work-ethic cultural heritage, we don’t ever want to get caught “wasting time”, and we generally like to think that everything we do, even including novel reading, has some sort of practical value to it. A businessperson or doctor or lawyer did not need to fear being accused of frivolous time-wasting if seen by a colleague reading a Michener novel on the beach; they could simply nod sagely to said colleague and remark, “You know, I’m learning a lot from this book.”

For The Fires of Spring, by contrast, Michener did not write about a place far from his own early life experiences, like Poland or deep space. Rather, he went directly back to the Pennsylvania landscape of his birth and upbringing. Born in Doylestown, in the Bucks County region of eastern Pennsylvania, and given up for adoption by biological parents he never knew, Michener likewise makes his main character, David Harper, an eastern Pennsylvania orphan.

Unlike Michener, who was raised in the Quaker faith by his adoptive mother, David Harper grows up in a poorhouse under the tutelage of a miserly and emotionally distant aunt (Oliver Twist allusions, perhaps unsurprisingly, abound). In the poorhouse, David hears stories of people who failed and lost everything, for reasons that were sometimes not at all their fault. This part of the novel did a fine job of calling to question the Horatio Alger version of “American Dream” ideology, and particularly the idea that a person who simply works hard enough is bound to succeed. Even in a resource-rich and affluent country like the United States, with a free-enterprise economy that often rewards innovation, there are plenty of people who work hard and yet still fail – sometimes because of their own shortcomings, but at other times from simple bad luck – and this portion of The Fires of Spring makes those points well.

David eventually secures employment at a nearby amusement park called “Paradise.” In another interrogation of American attitudes regarding hard work and success, it turns out that much of the work at Paradise involves sophisticated ways of ripping off and short-changing park visitors. One Mr. Stone tutors David in the art of the steal; and when he sees that David is becoming interested in Nora, a young woman employed as a sex worker by a Philadelphia-based gangster named Max Volo, Mr. Stone becomes determined to disabuse David of the romantic views of sex he had once held, starting with a vivid description of the diseases that a young man might contract through sex with prostitutes.

David was shocked and bewildered. He had guessed much of what Mr. Stone was saying, but he had not known, for sure. When the icy lecture ended, he was badly confused. He wanted to believe that sex was the solemn, grandiose thing [his poorhouse friend] Old Daniel had said. But he also knew from what he had seen beneath the Coal Mine [amusement park ride] – especially from things Nora started to say but couldn’t – that sex was also the brutal, retributive thing that Mr. Stone claimed. David never entirely reconciled these two views of life – in which respect he was exactly like most men who live, including Old Daniel and Mr. Stone. (p. 101)

This book is a bildungsroman (German, “romance of learning”), the story of a young person’s coming of age. It should be no surprise, therefore, that much of the emphasis in The Fires of Spring is on David’s youthful experiences with women. Disregarding Mr. Stone’s coldly proffered advice, David begins a relationship with Nora – the back-cover blurb breathlessly describes Nora as “the vulnerable young prostitute…who gave him her heart as well as her body” – but the depth of Nora’s vulnerability gives the reader a decided sense that the relationship is not likely to end well.

The "Fair Dedham" section of The Fires of Spring chronicles David’s time at a Pennsylvania liberal-arts college. One of the more compelling subplots of this subplot-heavy novel showed David and a politically active classmate working to stop a brutal hazing ritual that Dedham upperclassmen have annually inflicted upon a couple of unlucky first-year students. Meawhile, from an array of wildly eccentric but likable professors, David soaks up literature and philosophy and art and history as avidly as the real-life Michener no doubt did when he was studying at Swarthmore.

Music, too. On a trip into Philadelphia, David meets Mary Meigs, a talented young singer. Mary’s change of her name to Mona reflects her determination to forge a successful career as a singer. Mary/Mona is beautiful and alluring, and she and David eventually begin a passionate relationship; but when she wildly tells him how one day he’ll see her name everywhere and will be able to tell people that he knew her before she was famous, he is shocked:

David had never before seen a person totally dedicated to success. He had never watched the deep and burning longings explode in shameless frenzy and deep hunger for the accolades. He was shocked, as if a naked woman were walking before him, and he could not see the fragile line of Mary’s face, for it was hard, hard with hope. (p. 206)

Reflections on the “American Dream” ideology of combining one’s talent with hard work to achieve success is a major element of The Fires of Spring, as different characters offer diverse approaches to their own, and often widely diverging, American dreams.

Another young woman in David’s life is Marcia Paxson – the daughter of the one family in David’s Quaker town who always accepted David even though he was “the poorhouse kid.” David and Marcia have always had positive feelings toward one another, and those feelings have grown into an understanding that they will marry when college is done. Marcia is strong, steady, kind, emotionally mature, and attractive. But when he graduates from Dedham, David jilts Marcia and goes off with Mona Meigs on a Chautauqua acting gig that will take him all over the United States!

Really, David? Really? If David Harper had been living in the time of social media, I might have sent him one of those Facebook memes with Admiral Ackbar from Return of the Jedi saying, “It’s a Trap!”

Why does David make this singularly ill-advised decision? Three reasons come to mind: First, young men often make singularly ill-advised decisions where a beautiful and alluring young woman is involved. (Mona quickly leaves David for the Chautauqua group’s leader anyway. Better connections, you know.) Second, David’s decision will help keep the novel running for another 300 pages or so. Third, and most importantly, David’s peregrinations across the U.S.A. will give him the chance to offer some extended reflections on the American landscape and character, as in this passage:

America creeps quietly upon the objects of its love. The sense of its grandeur and vastness comes slowly to its citizens, so that no one can say, “This morning I discovered what America is.” David, wandering westward, gained an increasing awareness of his land. (p. 303)

Such passages, for me, were indicative of Michener’s desire to write a Great American Novel, if not the Great American Novel.

The section titled “The Valley” finds David back from his transcontinental wanderings, living in New York City, and trying to get a foothold in the publishing industry (like Michener, who took a job with Macmillan Publishers’ educational division). It isn’t an easy path. Unfortunately for David, N.Y.C. and the nation are in the throes of the Great Depression. David finds that “There were no jobs on the subway. There were no jobs at Macy’s, at Bloomingdale’s, nor with construction companies. There were no jobs sweeping streets, nor with trucking firms. Not anywhere….A deadly pall hung over New York that March of 1932. The full tide of unemployment reached the meaner streets and crept slowly toward the healthier thoroughfares” (p. 404).

David is fortunate to have the assistance of a kindly landlady whom he calls “Mom.” And I must say that I was not surprised to find, when the impoverished David answers a knock at his door, to find – wait for it, wait for it – Mona Meigs, alone and impoverished, and still holding on to her dream of future stardom. And can David lend her some money toward that end?

The Fires of Spring, in short, is plot-heavy in the extreme. (Who needs one catastrophic fire in a novel, when you can have two, with a tornado to boot?) But like all of Michener’s work, it is well-written and entertaining. And, as stated above, I appreciated reading a Michener novel where I felt the author was working from life experience rather than just research.

A Michener novel like The Covenant (1980), about South Africa, is a fine read – but I can’t help thinking that, if I really want to learn about South Africa, I’d rather read something by a South African, like Nadine Gordimer or Nelson Mandela. By contrast, those Michener works where the author draws directly upon what he has seen and experienced, like Tales of the South Pacific or The Bridges at Toko-ri (1953), somehow seem more lived, more deeply felt. And I found that I felt the same way about this sometimes awkward but somehow endearing novel about coming of age in Pennsylvania.

[Moonkiszt · Rating 5 out of 5]

I love JA Michener's writing and his books. I even overlook the formulaic way most of his works are built because he does it with grace and difference and hits all the right notes. But this one. . . .

First - I'd never heard of it, and it wasn't named after a place/tribe/community/land mass. What?? the hard copy I'd found was european, and there was a couple about to kiss on the front. . .not the usual. It looked shorter than your usual Michener book, and finally, I cracked it open.

I was stuck to the story from the first, committing to David Harper and his journey to the very last page, but made the conscious decision not to binge read, but rather do bit by bit every day, so it took months. Still, the slow cooking of it, the pondering and processing gives me a different response and recall than the flash reads do. And, this one was worth that. It is about a topic I disdain - "love" and "romance" and of course, by its end all my vulnerabilities are fully revealed and I'm my as uncovered as any human is on this topic. We can try our damnedest to not care, or be hard-hearted, but everyone has their soft spots, and those are the very spots to which JAM's whispered words are sent and stored in the experiences of this boy/man's life. I loved it. I've been falling for this guy all my life.

Having read Michener as a very young girl (I read my first at 12), and then reading as an elder female in our society, I am aware that there are things that stick out uncomfortably for me now that didn't in my youth. Michener writes as a man, patriarchal always - even in his "rebel" role. When his female characters speak, emote or feel, they are always as he perceives them to do or would like them to do. . . .I suspect he could have tried harder and would like to know how that would have looked. But this wasn't required of men of those times, not even really a thing because there was really no acknowledgement that they might actually be off-target. So on that score I have to suspend my current expectations and float back to his time, which isn't always easy.

All that said, I'm happy to have found the Fires of Spring. About mid-way through I found so many quotable sections. . . . during this section David Harper, the main character, considers three things he learned this particular summer. . .This I have to share with you from the book:

FIRST DISCOVERY

(Page 282 in my copy) Up to this summer David had lived upon the discoveries of others. In the poorhouse Uncle Daniel had begun to arrange life for him. At school Miss Clapp had read aloud the fine stories that ignited his imagination. Miss Chaloner had taught him what order was, and he had borrowed freely from the expereince of other friends. . . .but this summer David made three discoveries for himself. The first had come when he found the meaning of America.

(Page 280) America creeps quietly upon the objects of its love. The sense of its grandeur and vastness comes slowly to its citizens, so that no one can say, "This morning I discovered what America is." David, wandering westward, gained an increasing awareness of his land.

That summer he saw the steaming restaurants at four in the morning, the black ribbon of road becoming the gray ribbon of dawn, the churches, the ugly schools, the white fences, the gentle hillsides and the sweeping pastures. These things began to be a part of his thinking. No longer was Indiana merely a word on the map. It was a place of homes and dimensions. In one of the towns there had been a murder the day before Chautauqua arrived. At a filling station Jensen had become involved in an argument over gasoline, and elsewhere the state was green, or black, or reddish, or a woman had given them coffee and doughnuts. As long as David lived, the word Indiana would have meaning. . . . .

That summer there were moments of unforgettable beauty. . .the sun would break over his shoulder, creeping down green valleys and prying its way under bridges. The birds of summer would sing and an early farmer would whip his horses through the dewy meadows. It was a magnificent country, this America, grand and lovely to the eye.

There were sights David would never forget: the tragic, lonely square of Greencastle, Indiana, waiting at two in the morning as if for a messenger from the Union armies; the rich flow of the Mississippi, the bridges of Pittsburgh and the steel mills of Youngstown, belching in the night like over-fed merchants; the red soil of Southern Illinois; the waters of Lake Erie pounding at weirs. Again David felt as if each neve of his body lay exposed to the impressions about him. . ."What a land!" he cried to himself as he drove.

But there was one night in which the spirit of America seemed to ride his truck, like an evanescent wonder miraculously perceptible. . . .driving from Pittsburgh to Charleroi. He got lost and finally wound up on a side road that ran along the Monongahela River. As he rounded a corner he found standing in the path of his bright lights two girls. One was crying. . . . they were sisters, and before long it was apparent they had gone to a roadhouse with two men. . .

[They tell their story to the truckful of men, who rather than treat them casually, give them advice about their rough experiences and drop them off on their road homeward after finding out they are only fourteen and still need to go to work in the morning, after sneaking back to their rooms.]

The three men in the truck felt strange and torn about. But the impact fell most heavily on David. Driving southward through the murky night he perceived that America was not merely the green fields and opulence of rural life, nor the magnificence of beautiful cities. It was also the hunger, the yearning, the will to happiness of all the people in all houses. It was the young girls crying, too.

SECOND DISCOVERY
(Page 283) The second (thing he'd learned that summer) came with the tornado.

[Tornado tears down tent and catastrophe ensues]
David and some helpers hauled out the dead. . . .The shafts of light from the fire truck were lonely, piercing the night,and there were cries of all kinds in the air. It was then that David became a man. He discovered this as he carried a bewildered man of thirty to a doctor. The man had been caught by the pole, and he was afraid that he would die. "I won't die, will I, Doc?" he blubbered through charred lips.

"I'm not the doctor," David said consolingly. He laid the man down and stayed with him until the doctor came.

"He'll be OK," the doctor said, and the man smiled up at David as if he - and not the doctor - had saved him.

In that fleeting smile David found the alchemy that made him a man. He discovered the companionship of all men, the grand and solemn march that all men make together from the darkness of birth to the outer darkness of dying. They were all prisoners together, David, and the man saved from burning. . . .They did frightful things to one another in their fear, and even a man like David might consider fleeing the burning tent to save himself while others perished, but they were all members of the same companionship.

The rain beat on his face , and he reviewed his actions in the tent. Not until the very end had he been afraid of dying. He was afraid neither of the slashing pole nor of the fire. And even when fear finally captured him, he was able to fight it off. He was pleased that he had acted so, pleased that he had thought of others as more important than himself. He wiped his face and saw the world for the first time as a superb flowing organization of people of which he was not the selfish center. Whether he lived or died was of no moment; and that discovery - which many young men never make - was the threshold by which David passed from callow youth to manhood. He was unimportant; therefore he was free.

THIRD DISCOVERY
(Page 291) And that was when David made his third discovery of the summer. He found that love is never to be defined, that it grows and changes with every year of life, that each person knows it as a different miracle. Love can beat and scream at the edge of a tornado and then surrender completely an hour later. It can wander and search over the face of the earth and alight nowhere. It can crawl in gutters or hide in the late afternoon behind crocheted gloves serving tea in a garden. Nothing can shame it. Nothing can make it more splended than it already is. Shared, wantoned or hidden forever, it can fill a life. There is no understanding love, and there is no defeat so precious as trying. No aspect of life is more complex, and none so simple. A look, a word, and the heart is torn forever; a touch, and it is mended. Love is brave and cowardly. In the same person it is secret and garrulous. But above all, love establishes its own rules and no man can know its complete manifestation in the heart of another. It can even drive a person to stand watch in a long hall while the heart's desire is lusting with another.


*sigh* see what I mean? priceless.

[Adam Nelson · Rating 5 out of 5]

Probably my favorite Michener novel yet (I've read about 5, I think). This is the ambling, sometimes rambling, story of a young man's experience growing up in the midst of the development of the notion of Americana (I can't think of a better way to put it--it's not the typical American experience, necessarily, but as he dabbles in vaudeville and running a con game at a ticket booth on a boardwalk and editing and publishing pulp trash, I think Americana is a safe way of putting it). It's about his loves and losses, affairs of hormonal passion, defeat and disappointment on top of one another and alway this persistent but not necessarily superhuman ability to rise above his circumstance. In all ways, he's average, and that's what I like about him. He has an average heart with dreams that are too big for his circumstances, just like any of us. What made this novel soar was his realization, in the novel's final act, that he has a story to tell, and doggone it, he's going to tell it his way. I could see Michener's heart here, very clearly. His conversation with an editor and his defense of his writing style against her changes and admonishments is a triumphant passage. It's not a show-stopping monologue but a conversation that I'm sure many author has either had with an editor/publisher or has dreamed of having. I loved this book. It is an examination of the pre-war artist's heart, and you can see shades of what the upcoming war is going to mean for the heart of the artists as the world will change forever. This book achieves a poetry that surprises very much because of its ordinary beginnings. While it's not epic in length, it's epic in heart. Great read!

[Josiah · Rating 4 out of 5]

"Maybe books are best, because you don't have to have money to read... A man can travel all over the world and come back the same kind of fool he was when he started. You can't do that with books."

—Old Daniel, The Fires of Spring, P. 42

One might wonder after reading this book if the great James A. Michener missed his calling as a novelist for teens. The Fires of Spring is his lone young-adult offering, and it's as sincere and soul-revealing as anything by Mabel L. Robinson, Walter Dean Myers, or John Green, a personal epic on par with the multigenerational adult sagas for which James A. Michener is known. Though in many ways crafted along lines of conventional adult storytelling, The Fires of Spring holds the most good for readers just starting to figure out what life is about, tinkering with their own emotional clockwork to learn what keeps the pendulum moving. Michener was in his forties when The Fires of Spring debuted in 1949, but he understood the ecstasy and sorrow of youth as if he'd been a teenager that same year, and his explanations of adolescence are brilliantly telling. Charles Dickens had David Copperfield, a fictional incarnation of himself by which to disclose his most important revelations regarding life, and James A. Michener had David Harper, though The Fires of Spring may not be all that David Copperfield turned out to be. From his childhood in the poorhouse to his pursuit of relational fulfillment and artistic success in the years ahead, David gradually becomes comfortable in his own skin, able to stand proud in the world and find his niche in its intricate framework. David learns the crucial nuances of life from a dazzling array of homespun, authentic people that surround him always, going from one incredible surrounding cast to another, each distinct, evocative, and richly rewarding as they influence David for good and bad. If this book's chief strength isn't its sterling philosophical core, it's the bounteous assortment of characters we mingle with for its four hundred eighty pages.

"But thinking is something different, altogether! Think always as if the hot hand of hell were grabbing for you. Think to the limit of your mind. Imagine, dream, hope, want things, drive yourself to goodness. Whatever you do...do it to the absolute best of your ability. Never take the easy way where thinking is concerned."

—Old Daniel, P. 42

David is an orphaned eleven-year-old in the poorhouse as the story opens. His Aunt Reba is sort of his keeper, residing in a room of her own in the women's wing, but David is raised by the poorhouse men more than Reba: sage Old Daniel, flawed Toothless Tom, Luther Detwiler the mad Dutchman, and others. The men enthusiastically support David in everything he does, and Old Daniel won't let him get away with slacking off in school. It's too easy for a good man to land in the poorhouse and bleed out the remainder of his days there, and Old Daniel isn't having that as David's future. There will be no cradle-to-grave care for this bright, talented boy. There comes a day when Old Daniel is no longer around for David, his frail body giving out under the strain of ill health and inadequate medical attention, but David stored up carefully the advice of this elderly man who so cared for him, and Daniel's words never cease to echo in his thoughts.

"But in spring, of course, any place is beautiful, because in spring fires leap from your heart, and you can see things that aren't there."

—Old Daniel, P. 42

As he becomes a teenager, David intentionally differentiates from his ruthlessly frugal aunt. Reba sees no use in education for a boy at the bottom of the social pyramid, and plots to remove him from the school system as soon as the law allows and force him into a minimum wage job. David believes there's more to life than breaking his back for a few grimy dollars; Old Daniel impressed that deeply on him, so David heads off his aunt's effort to get him a dead-end job by landing a summer gig of his own at the local carnival. There David learns the universal struggle between the haves and have-nots, in the form of the continuous con war waged between paid ride attendants and carnival executives for the money the place rakes in daily. Nearly every employee at the carnival has a system for skimming money off the top to keep, but they can't steal too much or the bigwigs bust them. It wouldn't behoove David to lose his livelihood and wind up in jail at fourteen. David meets Mary Meigs while employed by the carnival, a mover and shaker a few years older than he who looks to be going places as a showbiz star in the boom economy. He meets Nora as well, also a few years older, who has limited marketable skills other than in the world's oldest profession. Nora earns her cash in a darker part of the carnival grounds, under the proprietorship of a dealer in vice named Max Volo, a guy with an eye toward a future in organized crime. It isn't with the alluring Mary Meigs that David has his first carnal experience with a girl, nor is it the quiet Quaker girl Marcia Paxson, whom he's known since his days in the poorhouse. It's Nora he has intimate knowledge of first, Nora who teaches him more about relationships than anyone before or after her, a girl he plays house with before understanding what it means to be a man and shoulder the attendant responsibilities. With Nora there's a spark that never flared with Marcia Paxson, a joie de vivre that draws him further into her lifestyle of debauchery for pay. It is here at the carnival, wrapped in the arms of Max Volo's star call girl, that David learns the most aching lesson of his life, a lesson destined to color the rest of his days.

"We all hurt other people, especially those we love...civilized people were the ones who had learned to hurt according to rules."

—The Fires of Spring, P. 248

"Never be ashamed of anything! If you've made a fool of yourself, just don't do it again. But being ashamed is only being a fool twice for the same reason."

—Mona Meigs, The Fires of Spring, P. 218

David's roller coaster doesn't end at the carnival. He's a basketball high-roller in high school, sinking shots as the team's top scorer beside enforcer Harry Moomaugh, primary rival for the affections of Marcia Paxson. David miraculously is awarded a full college scholarship after graduating twelfth grade, though he has no idea who fronted the money for a poor kid's higher education, and he sets off for the hallowed corridors of fair Dedham. University immersion is enthralling and constantly challenging despite the majority of teachers not caring enough to rise above the pabulum of their curriculum, but David encounters a few who are willing to put their careers on the line to further the education of the young minds in their care. It's at Dedham that David's concepts of literature and philosophy are tested, fresh light shed on tired academia. David finds he has a talent for writing, one hinted at a few times earlier, such as in his brief encounters with legendary March King John Philip Sousa, who led the band at the canal near David's carnival. It's different to be a talented boy, not a mere ticket taker or one of many hoping to graduate Dedham in four years. The handful of committed teachers do their best to prepare David for success, but even the best of professors can't totally brace their students for the jungles of the real world once they've departed the sheltered halls of learning.

"A lot of nonsense is spoken about work. Some of the finest men I've known were the laziest. Never work because it's expected of you. Find out how much work you must do to live and be happy. Don't do any more."

—Old Daniel, P. 42

"I never found a way to tell a good man from an evil one except by what he did. It's popular now to say all men are good and evil both. But I don't believe that. Men are on one side or the other. Of course, sometimes a good man will do an evil thing. But he regrets it. And so will you, whenever you do wrong. And if you do wrong too often, regrets come so easily that you forget what wrong is. Then you've become an evil man, and you're all tied up inside, and you work and fight against others. And do you know why? Because you have no peace in your heart to satisfy you when you are alone."

—Old Daniel, P. 40

Whether he's joining a farewell vaudeville tour and giving nightly performances alongside an outrageous group of personalities (who will ever forget the Gonoph, or Wild Man Jensen?), scrambling to find honest labor as the Great Depression descends on America (Morris Binder and Tremont Clay being as memorable of employers as anyone is likely to have), or winding his way past the pitfalls of romantic entanglement, David never stops learning. His mind is a prism of wondrous observation, prompting insights worthy of a Pulitzer Prize winner. Even as he struggles to get on his feet and solidify his reputation as a writer, David hangs on to the poignant realizations of his youth, slowly drifting away from past mistakes. There's a lot to grasp in one short life, so many vital stray ideas to graft into one's central philosophy, and no one learns it all before the grim reaper comes knocking. But it's a life brimming with riches beyond our craziest fantasy, more exotic than the human mind can conceive, and the elements that contribute to this overwhelming wealth are beyond our ability to numerate. In destitution and affluence, bottomless grief and the affirmation of being toast of the literary world, David learns this paradoxical truth: life doesn't nearly measure up to what he expected, the goals he set and the greatness he determined to fulfill, the experiences he set his mind on having. Yet somehow the dim shadow of the glorious life he envisioned has more substance than he ever imagined, is sweeter and more enjoyable than he thought life could be. How does life fall short of our every expectation, yet outlandishly exceed them all? That's life's mystery: the crazy, wonderful, painfully exhilarating detour we couldn't possibly replicate if given the chance to live it over from the start, the life we recognize in these pages because James A. Michener presents it just how it feels. We can't see that life coming as kids because it's beyond our ability to comprehend until we've been through it. The Fires of Spring is a savory banquet of that life as few but Michener could prepare it.

"For this is the journey that men make: to find themselves. If they fail in this, it doesn't matter much what else they find. Money, position, fame, many loves, revenge are all of little consequence, and when the tickets are collected at the end of the ride they are tossed into the bin marked FAILURE.
But if a man happens to find himself—if he knows what he can be depended upon to do, the limits of his courage, the positions from which he will no longer retreat, the degree to which he can surrender his inner life to some woman, the secret reservoirs of his determination, the extent of his dedication, the depth of his feeling for beauty, his honest and unpostured goals—then he has found a mansion which he can inhabit with dignity all the days of his life."

—The Fires of Spring, P. 474

"(I)f you did not read when you were young, you might never catch the disease and then what would be the use of living?"

—The Fires of Spring, P. 117

This novel is such a treasury of wisdom that I haven't the room to discuss it all here, but I want to cull as many deserving passages as possible. When eleven-year-old David learns that the Greeks won the Trojan War, he indignantly pens a version of the story where the opposite occurs. Old Daniel's response? "But the good people don't always win, David." But David is adamant. "When I write a story, they win". Isn't that the crux of writing, clarified so early in Michener's first novel? Writers write to create what they believe is the proper ending. They have power to reverse injustice with a flick of the pen, a power that shouldn't be discounted. The indomitable spirit of the writer cannot be stolen away. David doesn't mind the drabness of the poorhouse throughout his youth because he isn't confined there in his mind. In the books he reads and the anecdotes of the other men he adventures elsewhere, without care for what privileged members of society think of him. Not until the poorhouse men gather their meager resources to buy him a nice suit to attend Quaker meeting with Marcia Paxson's family does David feel the deprivation in which he lives. "In his old poorhouse clothes he had walked with kings, fought at Troy, wandered across Arabia, lived in a mill with Rembrandt, and made a dozen friends. It was the new coat that put him in a poorhouse." The prejudices of the outside world have a way of crashing in like that, though we keep them long at bay.

"(N)either a man's greatness nor his goodness can be measured by the happiness he has attained."

—The Fires of Spring, P. 194

David entertains heartfelt advice from orchestra leader Klementi Kol more than once, though their friendship has its tension. Mr. Kol's words to teenage David about love are invigorating and inspiring. "A young boy who has not fallen desperately in love has missed getting started in the world of feeling. At any age love is wrong only if it means nothing... You must be the criterion of any love...There's only one test, David. Does the love you feel make you a bigger and a stronger person?... (I)f any love makes you stronger and more determined to share, then it's much finer than most people ever attain." Mr. Kol also has practical counsel on relationships. "If a relationship is spiritually sound, a minor question still remains. Can it hurt you in some other way? Will it cost you your job? Will it prevent you from getting ahead? Might it alienate your friends?... There's nothing more difficult in life than answering those questions about a sexual relationship that is spiritually very right... You'll see more men kill themselves spiritually that way than any other. They love a girl but feel she won't help them to get ahead, whatever that phrase means. And so they make the terrible compromise, and when they're fifty, they're ahead...and they are desolate." But there's more extraordinary insight from Mr. Kol. "I am sure old men forget what it was to be young and to be wholly in love. Not even I can remember those breathless moments. That's why they give old men important jobs and big salaries and orchestras to lead. To pay us back for the terrible loss we have sustained." Wow. That certainly goes to the heart of things. A little later David has a similar epiphany of his own, which could be deemed the cornerstone of The Fires of Spring. "He wondered how men could live till they were seventy if they endured such passions as he had known that fifteenth summer, and although he knew many things...he did not even guess that men are able to live because slowly, one by one, they snuff out the fires of spring until only embers burn in white dignity, in loneliness, and often in cold despair." Enormously powerful. Is that the tradeoff for adulthood independence, losing the emotional tenor of youth? Must one's sensitivity and fervor ebb as spring transitions to summer? Such a bereavement seems too awful to consider for those in the throes of young love. David recalls more advice on love and zest for life from Mr. Kol a few pages later. "If you see a picture you like, stand before it until your head swims. You can never see enough beauty. Play music that you love a thousand times. Take all experience into your heart. That's why, with Nora, you have a right to love her as long as she brings meaning to you. Because even if love is unsatisfactory, or ridiculous, it's still the best thing we know." In a book packed with philosophical highlights, Mr. Kol's musings on love may be the crème de la crème.

"And wherever you go on the face of the earth have the humility to think that a thousand years ago someone pretty much like you stood there and a thousand years from now a boy like you will be there. And in two thousand years boys and places and people will have been pretty much the same."

—Old Daniel, P. 42

David's thoughts are often a bastion of clarity, such as when he finally understands the depth of his friends' influence over him. "With profound shock he realized that of himself he was nothing... By his friends he had been taught to understand music and art and logic and sportsmanship and even the rudiments of honesty. He had been a formless thing until the affectionate interest of others had made him into a sentient being." Friends uncover the good in us and let us know it's worth sharing with the world. In similar fashion David observes the connectedness of all mankind. "They were all prisoners together... They did frightful things to one another in their fear, and even a man like David might consider fleeing the burning tent to save himself while others perished, but they were all members of the same companionship... He...saw the world for the first time as a superb flowing organization of people of which he was not the selfish center. Whether he lived or died was of no moment; and that discovery—which many young men never make—was the threshold by which David passed from callow youth to manhood. He was unimportant; therefore he was free." But of all David's discoveries, his final realization of love is paramount. "He found that love is never to be defined, that it grows and changes with every year of life, that each person knows it as a different miracle... Nothing can shame it. Nothing can make it more splendid than it already is. Shared, wantoned or hidden forever, it can fill a life. There is no understanding love, and there is no defeat so precious as trying. No aspect of life is more complex, and none so simple. A look, a word, and the heart is torn forever; a touch, and it is mended. Love is brave and cowardly. In the same person it is secret and garrulous. But above all, love establishes its own rules and no man can know its complete manifestation in the heart of another." I want to call that the centerpiece jewel of this book, but there are several equal candidates. Who can fathom the human heart in its splendid complexity?

"That's the world that matters. The world where people glitter like diamonds with a million facets. Where people are like pearls, luminous as nacre on the surface but each with a speck that would destroy it if you were looking only for specks."

—Morris Binder, The Fires of Spring, P. 375

"Poets are simply people who see things two ways. Like children, as if they had never seen them before. Like old men, as if they would never see them again."

—Claude, The Fires of Spring, P. 451

The Fires of Spring is good enough to be an all-time YA classic, an overflowing casserole of human experience baked to near perfection. Veterans of life will recognize its impossible-to-counterfeit charms all through the novel. I give The Fires of Spring three and a half stars, and I'll round that to four; I can't praise it enough for what it is. Whether or not James A. Michener missed his calling as potentially the greatest young-adult writer in American history, we're fortunate to have one teen novel by which to wonder what could have been had he devoted his career to the genre. I'll sure never forget The Fires of Spring.

[David · Rating 3 out of 5]

Rating: 3.33 stars

The Fires of Spring by James A. Michener is a coming-of-age story of a poor kid, raised initially by his 'evil' aunt in the United States of America, and set in the early times of the twentieth century (1910s-30s). The story is about everything that he learns and the ways in which he learns them with different means. Starting with his life in a poorhouse, working at Paradise Park, his way into the university, working in the theatre, and his ambition to write a book. The above is integrated with various kinds of people in his life, from people who help to people who cheat and several in between, his love and professional life, ambitions, his philosophical understandings of life and arts, understanding his own self, and such.

I liked the book, but I did not enjoy it as much as I wanted. This book is unlike the author's historical sagas. But, we do come to know a bit of life in the Americas in the early part of the previous century. Since I come from the East (South Asia), I could not connect directly to much of the things, due to the cultural differences, and due to my differing views about "discovering oneself", which probably is the reason that I could not enjoy the book as much. I was expecting a bit more of discovering oneself from a spiritual point of view, and this book contained absolutely nothing nonetheless so. Also, it seems that the book is dated, although I am not sure I should say that since it is a bit of an historical fiction. Despite this, I think readers may like reading this book, especially fans of the coming-of-age genre, and also if someone is interested in the setting. Michener's writing style is amazing as usual. Quite a few good quotes and paragraphs within the text. A few things to ponder upon here and there.

A passable read. Probably can be skipped. Yet it is not bad.

[Chris Heivly · Rating 5 out of 5]

My Dad gave this to me to read when I was sick for a few weeks in middle school.
IT IS MY FAV BOOK OF ALL TIME.
I have read it at least 4x. I have given away at least 15 copies over the years.

If you have read some James Michener, do not use that as a barometer for this book. I think it might have been his first book. It does NOT follow the same format he is know for.

It is a coming of age book set in Pennsylvania on the 30's.

There are so many "life lesson" statements and mind bending lines in this.

[Steve · Rating 3 out of 5]

Finally finished this…only took me three years!!

I actually liked this quite a bit, but I felt that young Michener was a little draconian in his declarations. In theory this is a semi-autobiographical look at how he grew up to become a writer. While elements are certainly relatable (the poorhouse, Doylestown, his orphan status), I'm not sure about the rest of it…for instance, I'm not so sure he was a carny. But I could be incorrect. Anywho, the book follows an orphan from the poorhouse through his marriage (and presumably entry into adulthood). It's broken into four sections…his life as a young boy in the poorhouse and high school years as an athlete as well as a scam artist at a carnival; Life as a college student outside Philly; Life as a traveling actor with a troupe and finally life in the early depression years of struggling to find work and be a writer.

I enjoyed all four parts, but in each I found myself agitated with the actions of the main character - specifically why he spent time with the people he did. David routinely indicates that he never disliked anyone, except his Aunt. Yet, while he liked everyone, they mostly ultimately treated him like crap and he responded by doing things for them and giving them money. Mona is probably the prime example of this. She started okay, but by the end she was more loathsome than Ruth in Of Human Bondage. It just seemed like he was a little too giving and I found it irritating.

The real story here, however, is the path that he follows to find himself. Some questionable decisions are included but ultimately he winds up where he was destined to be, with only a few bumps in the road, proving along the way that he was a good person.

So…a couple of things. Lots of sex in here. Michener, David and my Grandfather were all the same age. Everytime David talked to a girl he basically molested her as soon as possible. Frequently this was uninvited and ultimately repulsed. I'm okay with sex and whatnot, but David was a little sad and inappropriate in his unwanted advances. Frankly, it bordered on uncomfortable. It’s hard to cheer on a molester. Given the time (1925 or so) it seemed out of line. I can't imagine my grandfather doing that and it doesn't fit with my impression of the era. I know, I know…"we need a man like Herbert Hoover again." They weren't angels in the twenties, but this seemed like something I'd see on a high school kids instagram page (apparently the kids don't use Facebook any more). Secondly, the cover. I actually cut out of a piece of paper and covered this for my commuting trips. The creepy dude and the girl looking uncomfortable (actually somewhat fitting) was just embarrassing to carry around. The title doesn't help either. Shame on me for not springing for a different copy with a better cover - but pretty sure I got this for a dollar.

So, ultimately, this book got a 3 star mark, borderline 2, because of the thesis at the end. Spoilers. What I gathered out of the last thirty pages with David's ultimate decision to write and Marcia’s belief in him is not a personal struggle, but a belief that if you don't write, paint or make music you've given up. I find this to be utterly ridiculous. Essentially, David was able to survive in the hardest part of the depression because he stumbled upon a women who was willing to let him live for free. Marcia managed to let a room from a family who had no income, but let her live there for apparently nothing. It’s only chance and a benefactor that allowed his dream to happen.

Effectively, the book is saying that you should chase your dreams no matter the cost, or your life is a waste. Look, that's great, but there are several problems here. Not everyone has a generous neighbor willing to let them try their passion. In 1933, most people would be freezing and starving to death in a hooverville. Today, you'd likely also be in a cardboard box. Hard to type with frostbite.

Also, there are other pursuits that are worthwhile. Raising kids for one…and frankly starving in a cardboard box isn't feeding my animal of a two year old. Lastly, not everyone is inclined with ability or desire for the arts. Truthfully, I'd love to be a writer. If you told 20 year old me that there was a 25% chance you'd make it and 75% chance you'll wind up dead in a gutter - I would have at least thought about it. And I've got a pretty great family support system that might have let me run with it for a while. But, I don't think 25% was even likely, so I worked my butt off in soulless corporations. Is it awful and horrible - yes. Are the companies bad - yes. Would I rather be pouring my heart out on paper…yes! At the same time, I got to travel through Europe and the US as well as provide a good life for my kids. Was I playing the percentages - yes! But given where I'm at, I'm happy of the decisions I've made. My life isn't perfect. But I haven't quit and given up and lived a pointless existence because I didn't pick up the pen. I found the insinuation a little insulting. Plus…I get to rant and write here! Damn Quakers.

I digress…still love you Minch…

No idea where I picked up this copy. But its been on the bookshelf for a while. Actually, I've never, ever seen another copy, so glad I grabbed it. Was probably a dollar. Back in 2012 or 2013 I finally moved Hunchback out as my "car" book and in as a regular book. This replaced it and I promptly read the first 20 pages over the course of probably two years. At one point, I took it to work and read about 20-30 pages in one commute…only to promptly replace it with something else that I became enthralled with - not sure which. So, it went back in the car. After finishing the "google" book I was looking for what to read - I thought of this sitting lonely in the glove compartment. Gave it a whirl. Sort of a monkey off my back. Now, if I can only finish off Tristram Shandy.

[Doris Jean · Rating 4 out of 5]

The springtime of a youthful man.

[Aditya / · Rating 2 out of 5]

This book started as a 5 star book, then became 4 stars, then 3 stars, then 2 stars, then 1 star. Throughout the book, the writer's talent was amazing. Initially I thought this book was nobel-prize worthy, but then it just got worse and worse and worse and worse! The talent was still there, the book just became unpleasant to read. I think it should be split into 4 novellas and that noone should read past the 2nd novella, or that everything past the 2nd one (everything after Dedham) needs to have some scenes changed here and there.

[Ronald Wilcox · Rating 4 out of 5]

Very early historical fiction novel of American life in the early 20th century as illustrated by the life of David Harper, an orphan living initially in the poorhouse with his unloving aunt. Over the next couple of decades he learns about many negative opportunities available to young men as well as positive options. He is very naive when it comes to love and is pulled around by the nose by various women in his life. Very slow read but very well written; stylistically reminiscent of Dickens to me.

[Lisa · Rating 3 out of 5]

I enjoyed it. Early Michener, filled with his usual philosophical observations and anticipatory exclamations. It was before he wrote the research-oriented books, and I'm sure it's semi-autobiographical. In any event, he is so good at describing where he is that it does give the reader a great sense of life in the U.S. circa 1920-1934.

[Agbonmire · Rating 5 out of 5]

In my list of top ten books. I read it as a youth and it moulded my life and gave me understand myself better - because in many ways I am like Harper.I reread it recently and I still felt it's beautiful sting.

[Sonia Reppe · Rating 5 out of 5]

It's the first James Michener book I've read and one of the best books I've ever read. I have mixed feelings about the end, about the girl David ends up with, but I mostly loved the story and the writing, which is so alive.

[Milt Jacobs · Rating 4 out of 5]

This book was in poor condition when I got it. As I read, pages kept falling off. Fortunately, it was always pages I had read. Now I get to the end and am not sure that all the pages at the end are there. I can't tell from how it ended. But I'm going to count this book as read. Maybe I'll come across this book in it's entirety.

[Midge · Rating 4 out of 5]

Slow at times but still a good story of an orphan boy who was able to get by with the help of all kinds of friends. Michener 2nd book.

[Julie · Rating 3 out of 5]

This is early Michener -- a coming-of-age novel about a boy growing up in the Midwest during the Depression. My father often told me that it was the closest description he ever read of what life was like during that time. Dad's early childhood was in Oconto, Wisconsin. It's been on my to-read list for a long time, and now, even though I can't discuss it with him, I'll read it with him in my heart.

I'm nearly finished. I'm enjoying the story, but don't really see what Dad must have seen. The book seems to be at least semi-autobiographical with a story that does not match at all what I think my father's experience was like. I don't think the writing is all that great, either; it's not terrible at all, but it bugs me from time to time.

But I settle into bed and open the book thinking, "Ok, Dad, let's see what happens next."

[Christopher Sutch · Rating 2 out of 5]

To say that Michener's first novel is unreadable goes a bit too far. In fact, the style is smooth if not very artful (people "beam" at each other, or "smile" or do other things that lack any sort of real description). The problem is, rather, that everything that happens in the plot is utterly banal and boring. The novel is semi-autobiographical; I suppose that it may even be a story that Michener felt he must tell (or that he adhered too closely to the advice, "Write what you know"). Worse, these banal things keep merely happening; there is nothing at all reflexive or enlightening about them, or that gives any sort of commentary on life more broadly considered. Everything happens and yet nothing really does. This book is entirely forgettable and can be skipped even by Michener's fans.

[Chesleyorama]

Drawn to the book by the quote (gender neutralized from he to they): 'For this is the journey that humans make: to find themselves. If they fail in this, it doesn’t matter much else they find. But If a person happens to find oneself- if they knows what the can be depended upon to do, the limits of courage, the positions from which they will no longer retreat, the degree to which they can surrender their inner life to someone, the secret reservoirs of their determination, the extent of their dedication, the depth of their feelings for beauty, their honest and un-postured goals-then they have found a mansion which they can inhabit with dignity all the days of their life"
James A. Michener - The Fires of Spring

[Robert · Rating 4 out of 5]

I've read most of Michener but somehow didn't run across this. Initially, I had difficulty getting past the temporal references and general antiquated wording, but once you commit (as it appears impossible not to), the journey is very worthwhile. Expectations are continually ... deferred, and once you understand that you cannot micromanage reading Michener, his pace of development of character, plot, and style take over. Must read. Give to all your young friends and relatives.

[Chuck · Rating 4 out of 5]

The first Michener novel I ever read - over 30 years since I picked up my sister's paperback copy. Found a hardback edition online. An opportunity to relive this great coming-of-age story, which hooked me into Dostoevsky and several other classic authors whose works are discussed and quoted in the book. A big influence on my life at the time.

[Jennifer M · Rating 3 out of 5]

Beautifully written

The story itself was not one I could get very invested in. I loved the beginning showing the young idealistic boy not realizing the poverty he was living in. But as he became a teenager and his hormones took over, the story lost me. I still appreciate how beautiful the prose is.

[Elaine · Rating 3 out of 5]

I read this book in High School and then again a few years ago. I really enjoyed it, both times. It was actually one of the only books I fully read in High School.

[Jackie · Rating 4 out of 5]

I love Michener. Whether it's something he wrote in the '60s or in the '90s, he always engages me with his storytelling abilities.

[joan · Rating 5 out of 5]

One of my favorite books. Have read, and re-read many times. Michener draws me in without fanfare or drama.

[Deb · Rating 4 out of 5]

Only Michener book I truly adored. I really liked seeing the world through the eyes of the protagonist. I recommend this one.

[Wally · Rating 5 out of 5]

Still one of my favorite books. This novel was the launching pad of my reading all the books I read as a youth and that I emerald even to this day.

[Sharman · Rating 5 out of 5]

His first published novel. No one writes like Michener. Wonderful.

[Carol Stanton · Rating 5 out of 5]

Vivid pictures of human nature

I choose this rating because, and in all his writings, Michener entertains and educates in a seamless flow of words.

[Dani · Rating 5 out of 5]

One of my all- time favourites. A life changing and life enhancing book for me. I still have not written the book in me but the fires of my spring always burn in me and have shaped my life.

[Thomas Roth · Rating 4 out of 5]

Sometimes a struggle and sometimes an amazing trip.