1922 Pulitzer: Alice Adams, thinking about the American middle class

aliceadamsTarkington, Booth (1921). Alice Adams. 1922 Pulitzer Prize-winning novel.

Left with the thought of the fluidity of the American middle class. People work hard to a certain point, then it can come crashing down. The great opportunities presented by our economy sometimes can be cruel because people are able to prop themselves up artificially. Today we do this with credit and mortgages and all sorts of devices, some of which was different in 1920, but the truth remains in this book because the characters try to pretend to be what they are not (in Alice’s case) or they place social and financial gain above everything else (as in the ase of Alice’s mother), and the book shows that these tactics will not work when they go against the truer desires of life (such as Alice’s father).

The work sets up an interesting paradox: with our culture steeped in romanticism, we don’t believe in doing things against the true “spirit” of our desires, and yet in America so many of us go about reciting that we must sacrifice something to meet our goals and to look good in the eyes of others. The characters in this novel do not want to make that choice, they want both things simultaneously. The culture of the novel, which echoes American culture then and now, is that we are entitled to both.

The books ends on a “realistic” note: mother and daughter find their situation reduced, reality sets in. Alice seems to have learned to accept who she is; this is the most powerful part of the story for me, having been in that kind of revelation several times (and still not sure that I have really accepted myself and all the realities of my life). I relate to these characters because something in me continues ti endure with the  American fantasy that I can achieve both the freedom of American ideals and the success in materialism/business/commerce/consumerism. Look at from the point of view of Alice Adams, Perhaps I am foolish and doomed to some miserable fate. But some sort of optimism from…somewhere.. nonetheless permeates the book and my life. Maybe it is just refusal to look at reality that defies the impending gloom and doom. Do the Alices or the Brians ever success in such a quest?

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1929 Pulitzer: Scarlet Sister Mary

scarletsisterScarlet Sister Mary by Julia Peterkin spoke to me. I related to Mary personally; that was surely part of the intention: we all fail. We are all human. And American stories are always about people who don’t or can’t follow the rules or who do not do things the way others do them. The Gullah culture is interesting, the idea of the overgrown plantation with the Big House, abandoned and decaying; but still there.

Sin, babies, human nature. Mary’s spirit overcoming and really rising above the pettiness and limitations of this rigid church society. Of course this is a 21st century reading. It spoke to me because as I think about my actions and choices I cannot get away from thinking about morals of the past and consequences to society. So many of us today are like Mary but the world we live in does not punish us so absolutely.

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1919 Pulitzer: Magnificient Ambersons, Melodramatic Tragic Novel from 1918 that still has something to say to us

ambersonsThe Magnificient Ambersons by Booth Tarkington. Winner of the 1919 Pulitzer Prize for Literature. An engaging book, despite at several points wanting it to move along faster. The first half of the book is well constructed, and interesting because the central character is not presented as a likable fellow. Foreshadowing and hiding of the mother’s relationship with Morgan is transparent and yet it isn’t clear how intended this was. The climax of the book is understandable on a human level, but was probably more compelling to readers in 1918. The last part of the book– destruction of the family, chemical worker, run over by a car, psychic– all seem too much for believeability today.

Also, the book is a bit melodramatic, the tragedies a bit too constructed. But I did enjoy it.  I see why it won the Pulitzer: it is an American story. This could take place in almost any American city of the period; I seemed to reference St. Louis but it could have been in a dozen different places.

The romance between Georgie and Lucy seemed real, probably the most real part of the book.

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The Lovely Bones, Alice Sebold

The Lovely Bones,  by Alice Sebold.  A clever structure, having the victim of the murder the narrator. For the most part it is strong, right on; the story only takes a couple of tired turns, but then the murderer dying from an icicle is a sort of justice, but maybe it felt lame.

A couple of passages came very close to my own vision of poetic narration, telling in one paragraph what a handful of characters in separate places were doing; using semicolons to help blur them together.  More complex narrative structure as well, the novel jumps around in time yet it is easy to follow. The effort to flesh out the mother was least successful. She somehow is still flat, with an expected, clichéd progression.

The characters are more real, solid, fleshed out at the beginning of the novel and become less real, more distant as the work progresses. Less defined, which, if intended, works because it is pointed out that the bond between the narrator from heaven and people left on Earth becomes naturally less over time. Although since the narrator is telling the story, the narrator still knows, and sustaining the characters is a challenge whenever a first-person narrative voice is used.

 One practical point: I got the names Ruth and another character confused (was it Holly? or the grandmother?), and as there are lots of “R” names in the book, perhaps it isn’t surprising. Come to think if it, most of the characters had fairly cliched stories, perhaps none more than the father, who injures his knee a few pages after we are told, “he could have danced on Broadway;” also his heart attack comes across a bit predictably. The whole plot borders on melodrama, but it works very well as an entertainment. The character of the grandmother is particularly well presented, probably the most real human character in the piece.

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