Admittedly, this is a trashy, pot-boiler-type novel; however, as a Greek-American I appreciated the cultural references and adjustments that the protagonist Eddie (obviously, a version of the author) needed to make, and that´s what made the book special for me. As a first-generation Greek-American, I could identify with the difficulties and the sense of not ever really wholly belonging either in the Greek immigrant world or the US world (Kazan actually was born in Turkey but was brought to the US with his family as a toddler). There were characters, such as Gloria, the protagonist´s boorish, pushy, yet simple-minded sister-in-law, who seemed uncannily similar to relatives I have known. But also sympathetic characters - although not too many - the character of Gwen, with whom the protagonist is obsessed, likewise is both saintly and exasperating, perhaps the quality that made her so fascinating to Eddie. The book also reflected an era of turmoil, transition, when youth especially were looking for authenticity and rejecting the phoniness of the world that had been handed to them, which was neatly embodied in the lies Eddie had to convey in his career as an advertising executive, especially lying with respect to his main account, a cigarette brand.
There is nothing that great about this novel although in its own melodramatic, soap-opera type way, it does keep the reader engrossed in the plot twists (some, finally, predictable) and what will befall the protagonist next. It also immerses the reader in the world of the 20th century, just as it was about to culturally disintegrate with the youth-quake.
The book describes the tortured personal development of the protagonist - he manages to survive, but only just, his prior established life as an advertising executive, by escaping from it into a much simpler albeit less wealthy, but more authentic life as a result of his crack-up. The twists and turns his journey takes, perhaps in conventional terms, his downward spiral, is the substance of the book - there is plenty of interesting self-reflection in this novel, opinions on New York in that era, and on everything else. Eddie wakes up to new possibilities by rejecting the status quo that society has prepared for him, and embarking on a much simpler life, starting a new family, losing the prior trappings of affluence etc.
I can see why this would have been a best-seller in its time, the fame and respect of Kazan the film director must have had a synergistic effect on his book sales. Unfortunately, Kazan filmed a version of ¨The Arrangement¨ which was not only not that well received despite a stellar cast including Kirk Douglas, but effectively ended his Hollywood directorial career (although he did go on to make a couple of independent films afterwards).
The book´s heroine is based on Kazan´s second wife the actress Barbara Loden, an interesting figure herself, given her surprisingly effective sole directorial effort the film ¨Wanda.¨ She, an extremely talented and beautiful actress, must have thrown him for a loop, in the midst of the youth-quake, and the book and later, the film, was the result. Sadly, their relationship petered out and Loden died of breast cancer at a relatively early age, but the much younger Loden must have been a thunderbolt into Kazan´s life when they first met and subsequently took up with each other. Probably, rather than have the book turned into a film by the book´s author, it should have been directed by another director, because Kazan had so much invested in it, the story was a reflection of the central relationship in his own life at the time. The book was mostly critically panned although it sold well but the movie was a flop.
Here are a couple of quotes from the book:
¨[About Chet Collier, the interviewee who later becomes a key character in the book]: Then he [Chet] took after our schools. Especially the progressive private schools, with their emphasis on adjustment. He was drunk by then, and the room was pretty dark, and he roared, ¨Anybody who´s adjusted to the way this country is today is an idiot, and a man who tries to train his children to adjust to what´s around them would do better to slit their throats.¨ His voice was going up and down in a sort of chant. He was getting out of control.¨
¨..I knew that was as at stake was nothing as trivial as this girl or that; it was something about my whole goddam existence, something like the hopes that I had once had for myself, of the thing honor, the thing that´s always threatened--honor or any dying self-respect, one of those words you never use now because it seems irrelevant to the way we live our days.¨
¨[Florence to Eddie, during their ¨fortress¨ period:] Everything was possible to you that day. And now it seems like some sort of grotesque joke. To use that talent and all that training--how you worked!--to use all that to sell cigarettes.¨
¨[Florence & Eddie create their spiritual ¨fortress.¨] Inside this hedge of evergreens was our domain. There we were to abandon our old selves and create new solves, with new dimensions, and a new structure made of a new fabric. Inside we would divorce ourselves from things of the flesh and the market-place.¨
¨[Eddie--or Evans--to Florence:] There can be a good life on this earth, but the way it is here and now makes no sense; it´s insane. I´m not insane, *it´s* insane!¨
¨[Looking at the abandoned tennis court at his dad´s house:] What was left, I wondered, of the effort and passion, the sheer energy of his life?¨
¨...if I had been forced to answer and give a verdict at that moment, I would have had to say that I thought the whole passage of my family to this country had been a failure, not the country´s fault perhaps, but the inevitable result of the time and the spirit in the air in those days. The symbols of affluence gained had been empty even by the standards of the market place. The money they had acquired wasn't worth much; they had found that out in 1929. As for the other acquisitions--the homes, the furniture, the cars, the pianos, the decorations, the clothes, the land--they had meant nothing.¨
¨[Judge, at hearing at sanitarium:] Let me put it to you once more and in the simplest terms. No one can live completely as he´d wish. We all pay something in time and in disgust for rent and for groceries. It´s an arrangement you make with society, which is itself an arrangement, you understand? To be old-fashioned about it, it goes like this: I give up a piece of my soul; you give me bread. We all, to one degree or another, pretend we like what we abhor. Usually we do it for so long that we forget we abhor it. But, despite all this, it is a civilization of sorts, isn´t it? No?¨
¨[Eddie to Father Draddy:] It´s because I doubt. It´s because I think it takes courage not to take the answers of other men. It takes courage to look back in scorn at myself and say NO to myself, and to look at this world and to say NO to this world.¨
¨It rained all that night. And I could hear the sea, the same ocean it was that my uncle and my father had crossed long ago. Now at the moment when I was staring out again, I had come back to where they had started. They had made a run at a false prize. Now I had paid some of their debts--it had cost me many years of my life--and was ready to make my own run.¨