This book held a lot of promise, and has, at its core, an absolutely great true story. There was a real Mazie Phillips who did work as a ticket seller at a movie theater on the Lower East Side in the heart of the Bowery from the 1920s to 1940, and who, during the Depression and afterwards, gave handouts to the homeless men populating the area. She was a "Personality" with a capital "P" and seemed to take pride in being an eccentric - a "tough broad" - who boozed and flirted and eschewed the traditional roles for women of that time.
Jami Attenberg has a love of real NYC stories, and this one is a gem. Joseph Mitchell wrote about Mazie in several New Yorker profiles in the 30s and 40s, and Attenberg's book attempts to flesh out the story of Mazie while staying true to what can be gleaned about her background and life, and while using the patois of the turn of century New York.
But the story gets lost in itself - there are abusive fathers, virtuous girls turned strippers, adulterous war heroes, spunky nuns, anarchist bombers, closeted homosexuals, racetrack bookies; plus characters suffer from obsessive compulsive disorder, gonorrhea; heroin addiction, tuberculosis, alcoholism and brain damage; plus there are a number of miscarriages, deaths and possibly an abortion. It's amazing that the fictional Mazie ever manages to sell a ticket amid the swirl of disasters surrounding her.
And Attenberg tells this story through a combination of excerpts from Mazie's fictional diary, quotes from Mazie's fictional unpublished autobiography, and interviews with fictional characters Attenberg has cooked up to frame Mazie's life and fill in gaps in the diaries. If Attenberg had played that last part straight, it would have been better, but she cannot resist teasing the reader by not really ever explaining who the interviewer is, and then shoehorning in a romantic framework for the interviewer. The reader really does not need to know about the interviewer; and trying to layer this story over Mazie's much more interesting and compelling story seems awkward.
Finally, the pacing of the narrative of Mazie's life is uneven. The story seems packed into Mazie's life from 9 to 36 (late 1890s to 1939), and then Attenberg simply drops her like a hot potato. The real Mazie died in 1964 - 25 years after the last diary entry Attenberg gives the reader. But why? Attenberg is making up enough of the elements of the book, so why can't she make up those last years? It is understandable that the story would start with Mazie getting a diary as a gift when she was 9, but why does it end in 1939 - even before the movie theater that the real Mazie worked in stopped operating. Attenberg does throw in a couple of sentences about where Mazie is buried, but practically nothing else. I wanted to know what happened in those final years - how Mazie adjusted to life outside her ticket "cage" and what she thought of WWII and the 50s and early 60s in NYC. If Attenberg could fabricate stories of Mazie running across the rooftops as a child on the Lower East Side, why couldn't she have given us the spectacle of Mazie meeting the beatniks in Greenwich Village in the late 1950s? I would have taken that over some of the other filler Attenberg stuffs into those years in the 1920s.
Mazie is inspiring. I will never forget her, and I will try to take some of her life philosophy to heart. Really we have Jami Attenberg (and Joe Mitchell) to thank for giving her a life after her life, and I wished Goodreads allowed 2.5 stars, but the book did not work for me overall, so there you have it.
PS If you ever have a half hour free, look up "Mr. Hunter's Grave" by Joseph Mitchell - an exquisite short story.