Some years ago I got interested some early 20th Century writers, like Theodore Dreiser, who is great, and Sherwood Anderson.
Anderson’s most famous book is Winesburg Ohio (1919). I grew up in Ohio but never read the book back then even though I was aware of it by high school. It didn’t have an appealing cover, and gave off the impression of a wholesome Ohio small town setting.
Well, finally getting into it in my middle years was a bit of a revelation. It is one of these things from the period that, somewhat in relation to Edgar Lee Masters’s Spoon River Anthology, gives us a view behind the curtain of smalltown wholesome peacefulness. They showed us the lives of individuals in quiet desperation. This was somewhat radical for the period.
Anderson, in fact, was rather an experimentalist. And some of his work very good. Poor White is a fantastic experimental novel, of like rural USA. I never read anything like it.
So I returned to Anderson and read Many Marriages. It is not about someone, a man, who has had many marriages, but rather Anderson is telling us that this mismatched marriage that was gone into for all the wrong reasons, is just like many many others.
The novel occurs over one night as a middle-aged small town washing machine manufacturer goes into total rebellion mode and is ready to skip town with his secretary.
He goes home and behaves legitimately bizarrely in his bedroom where he hopes to be and is discovered by his wife and, soon to be a woman, daughter. (This reminds me a bit of Sister Carrie’s flight from Chicago with the older man with money.)
So there is lots of stream of consciousness stuff as he talks to wife and daughter and wonders if he is insane.
There is a strong, legitimate, tone of rebellion from the middle class, religious order of things that forced people into these situations. He goes over in his head the events years earlier that brought he and his wife to marriage.
There is something of the real in this too because this is similar to an event from the Anderson biography. He was a paint manufacturer in some town in Ohio, I don’t remember which (Clyde?), but abandoned his family for the writer’s bohemian life. It worked out for him and he ended up with a happy final marriage years later.
Written in 1923, this is a novel of that middle class, post WWI, male role rebellion. It’s from his point of view. He is somewhat self critical but does what he feels he must do anyway since he hated his sex-only-for-childbearing marriage from the beginning, this horrible situation he put himself into when still very young and innocent.
We hear from the daughter somewhat. Her fears, her confusion, and revulsion in her father's behavior that sometimes switches to admiration on this night that changes everything.
There is also a lot of guilt here and horrible results of this.
So the novel is really rather current although somewhat dated in the retro atmosphere of the mainstream Christian marriage. And there needs to be a wave of feminism to clean out some of the confusion. In this the wife is a home agent, of religion, of repressed feeling and sinful sexuality and he is out of there.