Reading Those Classics #24

Classic Science Writing. This 1973 book has vivid description of symptoms to assist the lay reader. To see how sick these patients were, check out a 1974 Yorkshire TV documentary by Duncan Dallas. It's grim, but also gives a sense that Sacks was what my mother would have called “a real character.”

Awakenings – Oliver Sacks

In the late Sixties Beth Abraham Hospital in the Bronx had about 80 frozen patients. They had been sitting or lying for decades and needed assistance to do all the activities of daily life.

These afflicted people were the survivors of the pandemic of sleeping sickness (encephalitis lethargica, no tsetse flies involved) that lasted from the end of WWI to about 1928. Typically patients would fall into a coma-like lethargy, lose the ability to swallow, become emaciated and soon die of starvation. Survivors suffered post-encephalitic parkinsonian syndrome, which has neurological symptoms such as a transfixed face, sleepiness, catatonia, problems with posture, tremors and immobility.

Consigned to hospitals and asylums, these disabled and debilitated people lost contact with their families. All aspects of their behavior and emotion were affected; their personalities changed from shyness to wisecracking to violence and lewdness. Their psychology, thus:

Some of these patients had achieved a state of icy hopelessness akin to serenity: a realistic hopelessness, in those pre-DOPA days: they knew they were doomed, and they accepted this with all the courage and equanimity they could muster. Other patients (and perhaps, to some extent, all of these patients, whatever their surface serenity) had a fierce and impotent sense of outrage: they had been swindled out of the best years of life; they were consumed by the sense of time lost, time wasted; and they yearned incessantly for a twofold miracle – not only a cure for their sickness, but an indemnification for the loss of their lives. They wanted to be given back the time they had lost, to be magically replaced in their youth and their prime.

In 1966 English neurologist Dr. Sacks started to doctor in Beth Abraham. Soon after this, the medication levodopa (hereafter, L-DOPA) began to be promoted as the miracle drug for parkinsonism. Sacks received approval from the FDA to test the drug on patients with encephalitis lethargica.

As to the rights of subjects in research, Dr. Sacks started this project before the Tuskegee scandal in 1972 and the 1976 Belmont Report, which asserts informed consent as a basic ethical requirement in the conduct of research with human subjects. So for Dr. Sacks and other biomedical researchers of the time “informed consent” wasn’t a thing. In one case after the patient refused treatment with the medication, Dr. Sacks admits that he administered L-DOPA “by stealth” in her food.

Granted, Dr. Sacks hesitated a long time before he provided L-DOPA to his patients. He was concerned that the patients could be “sleeping volcanoes” that may erupt if they were released from their prison of immobility. Plus, what would it be like for them to suddenly find themselves in 1969 after not being a part of daily life in the world for decades?

Because patients were deteriorating and dying, he began administering L-DOPA in the early summer of 1969. It had different effects among patients and within the same patient. Lola got a dose in May 1969 and was transformed in only few seconds. She flew out of her chair and strolled down the hall for the first time in years. By autumn, however, her states became more and more extreme between frozen and wired.

The most dramatic case was Sylvia, who had suffered 35 years of frozenness. Sylvia had never moved on from the Roaring Twenties. Everything she said and did referred to 1926 and before. Her mannerisms and slang were those of a flapper. Sylvia talked about Gershwin as if he were still working. She later said she knew that it was 1969, but she felt it was 1926, that she was still young, that things of 1969 registered but they were not real to her, that she had not lived her life. She didn’t feel a sense of belonging to the time in which she found herself and the world had changed in ways that she did not like (e.g. the tripe of late Sixties American TV). After 10 days she returned to a trance-like state and never came out of it despite repeated doses of L-DOPA.

During the summer months many patients became more animated and their lively activity made the hospital less institutional. Then things started to go very wrong in the fall of 1969. Physical symptoms and psychological signs like nightmares came back and the ward heard again sounds of screaming, crying, yelling, moaning. For a few of the patients, their regression seemed about as bad as it could be. But most of patients negotiated through this bad period and accommodated with their diseases in physiological, psychological and social terms.

Sacks learned that to make people whole, to help them make a new life, it is not enough to awaken them with a novel medication. They had damaged nervous systems and old symptoms came back. In a tribute to human adaptability, a way to reach accommodation with the failed drug trial was through work, such as cobbling shoes for Miron V. Music was very important to some patients, especially dancing and singing. Patients needed to look for personal relations that would help.

This is an amazing work. It is no surprise it has inspired a play, a documentary, a movie with Robin Williams, a ballet and an opera.

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• Prize Winning Classic: The Moviegoer – Walker Percy
• Classic Novella: Old Man – William Faulkner
• Classic Epistolary Novel: Augustus – John Williams
• Classic Comic Novel: Thank you, Jeeves – P.G. Wodehouse
• Classic Short Stories: New York Stories – John O’Hara
• Classic Air Pilot Memoir: Wind, Sand, and Stars - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
• Classic Set in the Big Apple: Manhattan Transfer – John Dos Passos
• Classic 19th Century Novel: Sir Harry Hotspur of Humblethwaite – Anthony Trollope
• Classic Police Procedural: Wolf to Slaughter – Ruth Rendell
• Classic War Memoir: Flight to Arras - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
• Classic American Mystery: Might as Well Be Dead - Rex Stout
• Classic Courtroom Drama: A Woman Named Anne – Henry Cecil
• Abandoned Classic: Gravity’s Rainbow – Thomas Pynchon
• Classic Set in France: Maigret’s Patience – Georges Simenon
• Classic English Mystery: Hallowe’en Party – Agatha Christie
• Classic Set in Ye Olde Teashoppe Englande: Road to Rhuine - Simon Troy
• Classic Set in Working Class England: Living - Henry Green
• Very Long Classic: Moment in Peking - Lin Yutang
• Classic Action Thriller: Landslide - Desmond Bagley
• Classic Conversation Novel: Elders and Betters - Ivy Compton-Burnett
• Classic Set in Tinsel Town:  The Birthday Murder – Lange Lewis
• Classic Set in a place you want to visit: You Want to Die, Johnny? – Gavin Black
• Classic 20th Century Novel: Flags in the Dust – William Faulkner

“Each one of us is alone in the world."

“There's no beauty without poignancy and there's no poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books, houses - bound for dust – mortal - ” F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

The Moon and Sixpence – W. Somerset Maugham

This 1919 novel stars an artist who exemplifies the disaffection and disgruntlement some people felt with the modern world even before World War I. It tells the story of middle-aged Charles Strickland, a prosperous English stockbroker who decides he must paint what he sees. So, to pursue his creative vision, he chucks his job and settles in a comfortless garret in Paris. Strickland leaves his wife to find her own financial security. He leaves the cost of educating his son at Oxford to his brother-in-law. He makes money for rent by showing English tourists the seamy side of Paris. He spends more on paint and canvas than on bread and milk. He doesn’t get high. He doesn’t care about comfort, friends, or women. He doesn’t even care about reputation or sales. As a genuine starving artist, he focuses on pursuing the vision, so much so that the quest takes him to Tahiti, about as far from Europe as you can go. He’s a grubby person, ruining lives thoughtlessly, but a great artist.

Maugham's brand of modernism-lite expressed itself not in his no-frills style. His flat prose is extremely readable, with a consistent mannered tone (rise superior to adversity/obstacles/distress; occasion despondency), though some word choices will pull us up short:

Strickland was just the man to rise superior to circumstances, when they were such as to occasion despondency in most; but whether this was due to equanimity of soul or to contradictoriness it would be difficult to say.

Cussedness? Contrariness would have been more homely and more Biblical at the same time, yes? “Her laughter was the most catching I ever heard;” Contagious, yes; infectious, yes; catching makes us wonder, “Did he mean fetching?” “Age and obesity had made her inapt for love” Unsuitable for falling in love? Clumsy at making love? Unlikely to attract a lover?

Maugham’s first language was French so we find sometimes sentences like:

He recognises in himself an artistic satisfaction in the contemplation of evil which a little startles him; but sincerity forces him to confess that the disapproval he feels for certain actions is not nearly so strong as his curiosity in their reasons.

Which a little startles him? Curiosity in? And that’s not the only unidiomatic preposition either.  I quibble, since I raised my hand, recognizing my patronage when Edmund Wilson damned Maugham as “a half-trashy novelist, who writes badly, but is patronized by half-serious readers, who do not care much about writing.”

Irony is a familiar marker of literary modernity. Maugham uses two narrators, paradoxically the same guy. The first is a young aspiring writer, unsure how to make his way among so-called adults in supposedly grown-up messes. The second is the same writer, but viewing his younger self ironically, finding his world-weary tone immature and pretentious but endearing. It’s jaded and melancholy in a self-conscious way:

… I did not realise how motley are the qualities that go to make up a human being. Now I am well aware that pettiness and grandeur, malice and charity, hatred and love, can find place side by side in the same human heart.

I think the narrator is Maugham himself (as in The Razor’s Edge). He was raised by his austere Uncle Henry, vicar of Whitstable in Kent. Our young narrator says, “I adopted the tone used by my Uncle Henry, a clergyman, when he was asking one of his relatives for a subscription to the Additional Curates Society.”

Experimenting – a little – with modernist narrative technique, Maugham has Strickland leave Paris for Tahiti. Then the narrator has to interview witnesses to get secondhand stories about the artist. So we get the dubious multiple points of view modernism is known for.

In fact, the narrator fesses up to his own unreliability. Even as he delivers his first-person participant account of Strickland’s life, he concedes that he is fallible, confused, and his information incomplete, his analysis faulty. When he says, “I do not know how to express precisely the impression he made upon me,” we cut him slack, experiencing the familiar feeling of struggling for words to describe our own thoughts and feelings about ourselves to ourselves and others. As for figuring out other people, the narrator asks, “How did I know what were the thoughts and emotions behind that placid brow and those cool gray eyes?” Indeed, how the hell do we know?

And what’s more modernist than identifying the ambiguities and having doubts about the conventional wisdom? Our narrator tosses out the old adages: “The experience of life shows that people are constantly doing things which must lead to disaster, and yet by some chance manage to evade the result of their folly.” Not to mention the blameless getting burned. And we work in vain if we think we can dig down deep enough to find ultimate meaning. “There is no last word,” the narrator says. No one really knew Strickland, who didn’t talk clearly about his motives anyway. Instead of reducing the complexity of a life to “Rosebud,” better to enjoy life and art, in a light spirit of satire without giving in to cynicism, bitterness or cruelty, especially to one’s self.

“Nature, sometimes so cruel,” intones the narrator, “is sometimes merciful.” Funny, both writers would go pale when mentioned in the same sentence but it calls to mind a really different novel also released in 1919 in which a character says “I would trust myself to Providence, for, as Blenkiron used to say, Providence was all right if you gave him a chance.” Nature a.k.a. Providence a.k.a. Fate – in a universe where a random exposure to galactic cosmic rays can devastate a cell’s nucleus and cause mutations that can result in cancer, whaddaya gonna do?

Anyway, this novel seems to be one by Maugham that is less frequently read nowadays though its “explore your possibilities, follow your heart, pursue your passion, believe in yourself, never give up” message is totally consistent with popular self-help and inspiration like The Alchemist.  I think if a reader liked Maugham’s The Razor’s Edge or Ashenden, they’d probably like this one. Maugham was more comfortable with realist techniques like John Galsworthy, but as an artist he was intrigued enough by some modernist techniques to use them in his own work and as a professional writer he knew using them was necessary to get some critical respect and goose sales among hard-core readers like us, people who read for pleasure, with some pretentions to taste – our own taste, which we reserve the right not to defend.

The Ides of Perry Mason 55

Note: On the 15^th of every month we take a trip to Perryverse. Reviewed below per a theme are episodes of the greatest legal drama TV series in the history of Creation. While in hospital in 2020, I was watching an episode on MeTV in the morning and in response to Burr's eyes boring into a hapless culprit on the edge of spilling all on the stand, a young nurse said, “I love Perry Mason.” I said, “Dramatic stories, good acting, nice clothes and cool cars.”

No Courtroom Scene 

The Case of the Silent Partner (1957) 

All the B-movie tropes crowd out the courtroom scene in the sixth of 270 shows. Too good for this sinful vale of tears, the hard-pressed owner of a flower shop not only deals with an alcoholic husband with a gambling jones but is also pressured by a gangster who wants her shop. Noir standbys also include poisoned chocolates, an arson fire, and a hard-boiled female with a heart of gold. A decent if dumb person is naïve enough to think a bad guy can be reasoned with and so makes a date to see him, as usual in the evening. In this case our innocent heroine finds the criminal as dead as a mackerel, shot in the chest with her husband's gun. Or course, she breaks the Prime Directive: When you find a corpus, don’t pick up the gun. It has the oft-heard line so familiar that it makes us sigh with content, “He was dead when I got there. You gotta believe me, Mr. Mason.” The noir look of this one is compelling, because the director, Christian Nyby, edited To Have and Have Not and The Big Sleep.

The Case of the Baited Hook (1957)

Three unique scenes push aside the courtroom climax. A man, who doesn’t identify himself, arrives at Mason’s apartment with a veiled woman in tow. As a retainer, he gives Perry a $10,000 bill, torn in half. In a somber scene in the office, Abigail Leeds, excellently portrayed by Geraldine Wall, wants Perry to protect her ward Carol from the crook who mismanages her trust fund, Albert Tydings. In her middle age, Geraldine Wall often played a no-nonsense female, frank to the point of hard-boiled; she would have been a good Bertha Cool in her thirties and forties. Finally, this episode has what I call the “door ajar” scene. Frequently in the evening Paul and Perry visit a residence, find the front door ajar, stroll in and find a corpus. In this episode, they open a closet door and the corpus falls out, in a scene as funny as it is startling. As one fan born in the Fifties points out, it's like seeing Emil Sitka fall out of the closet in a Three Stooges short.

The Case of the Velvet Claws (1963)

The courtroom scene is replaced by an interrogation scene in which Perry breaks down his lying client, the mendacious Eva Belter. When Eva realizes that Perry has lied to her in order to trick the truth out of her, she slaps Mason, then goes down slowly on her knees, a desperate sobbing mess. It’s a scene about three miles beyond the usual breakdown on the stand.

Patricia Barry plays Eva, a femme fatale that Mason's office manager Della Street can’t stand on sight, shrewdly sensing Eva to be a gold digger that has slid by on velvet and claws without working a day in her life. Barbara Hale's Della has few lines in this episode but her cold glares and eye rolls speak volumes while the tale-spinning Eva draws Perry into a plan to pay off a blackmailer, a strategy Perry never approves of.

The Case of the Careless Kitten (1965)

The courtroom sequence isn't missed due to visually interesting scenes taken out of the Hitchcockian sketch book. The first scene is pure suspense as the camera follows a cat doing peak cat, sinuously gliding through knick-knacks high on top of a china cabinet as the viewer grows more tensely certain the cat is going to knock one or two over out of sheer feline devilry. In a disreputable hotel, with his high scratchy voice, Percy Helton plays a seedy desk clerk. Answering an insistently ringing phone with creepy aplomb is Hedley Mattingly, playing what the ubiquitous Allan Melvin calls a “spooky Limey butler.” Other scenes in this busy episode show a body found, the cat poisoned, a human poisoned, and a guy shot and wounded.

The acting is exceptional too. In 1964, impressed by seeing her on TV, Alfred Hitchcock cast Louise Latham as Tippi Hedren’s mother in Marnie. Latham is incredible as dusty flinty Aunt Matilda Shore, whose husband Franklin disappeared with his secretary. Still angry as hell, Aunt Matilda refuses to probate the will, much to the chagrin of her indigent brother-in-law, played as nervous as a cat by Lloyd Corrigan, and her niece, played by talented Julie Sommars, later J.J. in the too-smart-to-last sitcom The Governor and J.J. In a cute if bizarre wardrobe choice, Sommars wears a sailor outfit that will call to mind a Japanese junior high school girl. The Siamese named Monkey is pretty cute though a little fiend.

Reading Those Classics #23

Classic 20th Century Novel: Faulkner’s third novel, the 600-page Flags in the Dust, was rejected by numerous publishers. Alfred Harcourt finally agreed to publish it with the stipulation that somebody – not named Faulkner – cut it down to size, maybe giving it some structure and unifying the plot. For a fee of $50.00 (about $900 today), Faulkner’s agent man nipped, snipped, clipped, and ripped. The shortened book was called Sartoris and released in 1929. In 1973, this restored version was released; as we’d expect, textual controversy among scholars simmers whether it was “what Faulkner intended.”

You should know that Sartoris is said “SAR-tris” or “SAR-dƏ-ris” because in unstressed syllables /t/ becomes /d/, like pretty, glitter, forgettable. It’s not “sa-TOR-is.” And “Bayard” is said “baird.”

Flags in the Dust – William Faulkner

No brass bands or parties for Bayard Sartoris when he comes home from World War I. He sneaks into his hometown of Jefferson, Mississippi and his grandfather Old Bayard and great-great-aunt Jenny have to hear of his return through the grapevine.

Young Bayard doesn’t want to see anybody because he’s a mess. He feels shame because he survived the war and his twin brother John did not. He feels guilty that he was unable to stop reckless John from taking one Sopwith Camel against a squadron of the Red Baron’s best students.  Young Bayard has trouble sleeping and concentrating. His anxiety makes him narrow-minded, only able to focus on his own pain and irritability, with frequent angry outbursts and aggressive behavior. Drinking too much, driving too fast, fussing and brawling, and breaking stallions on a whim, he hares after death with self-destructive behavior. Pride and fear of appearing weak have shut down Young Bayard's willingness to talk about his experiences so though people notice he’s feeling down-hearted, nobody can see any way to sympathize with him.

Meanwhile his grandfather Old Bayard runs the local bank and Miss Jenny runs the household, gardens, and goes joyriding with Young Bayard. They try to ease Young Bayard's re-entry into ordinary life but many factors besides PTSD fight them.

The genes of his grandfather John are visited upon his generations. Aunt Jenny makes caustic comments on the tendency of the Sartoris male to indulge in daredevilry. Nobody exerts control over their genetic heritage or the jaunty ways their male relatives have gloriously if foolishly checked out of our mundane world. Young Bayard feels he has let down the Southern tradition of honor and gallantry epitomized by the death of his great-great-uncle in The War.

But the Great War, as big wars always do, has ushered in social and economic changes with implications for big changes in the future. Yeoman whites are bettering their financial straits, buying cars, and moving from remote hamlets to towns. Partying with the Young Bayard, a car-owning salesman marvels that though they’ve known each other all their lives, it’s the first time they’ve had a drink together. However, others from the country are not dealing with culture shock in an ideal way.  Byron Snopes, a stereotypical foul owl on the prowl, breaks into Narcisa Benbow’s bedroom and lies on her empty bed, “writhing and making smothered, animal-like noises.”

Better read aloud, especially the set piece when young Bayard hides out at the MacCallums after the tragedy; I have re-read that sequence for the sheer reading pleasure of immersion, Faulkner having utter control of setting, characters, dialog and theme. I'm not up to saying whether a reader should read this, the fully-upholstered version, or the abridgment. I think comparisons are odious. I've read both and liked them both. I think well-worth reading are the novels he wrote in his hot period: this one, The Sound and the Fury (1929), As I Lay Dying (1930) and Light in August (1932).

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• Prize Winning Classic: The Moviegoer – Walker Percy
• Classic Novella: Old Man – William Faulkner
• Classic Epistolary Novel: Augustus – John Williams
• Classic Comic Novel: Thank you, Jeeves – P.G. Wodehouse
• Classic Short Stories: New York Stories – John O’Hara
• Classic Air Pilot Memoir: Wind, Sand, and Stars - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
• Classic Set in the Big Apple: Manhattan Transfer – John Dos Passos
• Classic 19th Century Novel: Sir Harry Hotspur of Humblethwaite – Anthony Trollope
• Classic Police Procedural: Wolf to Slaughter – Ruth Rendell
• Classic War Memoir: Flight to Arras - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
• Classic American Mystery: Might as Well Be Dead - Rex Stout
• Classic Courtroom Drama: A Woman Named Anne – Henry Cecil
• Abandoned Classic: Gravity’s Rainbow – Thomas Pynchon
• Classic Set in France: Maigret’s Patience – Georges Simenon
• Classic English Mystery: Hallowe’en Party – Agatha Christie
• Classic Set in Ye Olde Teashoppe Englande: Road to Rhuine - Simon Troy
• Classic Set in Working Class England: Living - Henry Green
• Very Long Classic: Moment in Peking - Lin Yutang
• Classic Action Thriller: Landslide - Desmond Bagley
• Classic Conversation Novel: Elders and Betters - Ivy Compton-Burnett
• Classic Set in Tinsel Town:  The Birthday Murder – Lange Lewis
• Classic Set in a place you want to visit: You Want to Die, Johnny? – Gavin Black

A Girlhood among Ghosts

The Woman Warrior: Memoirs of a Girlhood among Ghosts - Maxine Hong Kingston

Maxine Hong Kingston released this combination of memoir and Chinese magical realism in 1975, when she was 35 years old. The writing feels like material that was simmering inside her for a long time before she finally got it out in the way she wanted to, in a way that could say something clear and real to a reader like mixed-race me, who grew up nowhere near Asian-American families of first- and second-generation immigrants.

The unnamed female narrator’s family owns not a restaurant but a laundry in which all members work in hot uncomfortable conditions.  Life for Chinese immigrants is confining, with the weight of unexplained traditions and family secrets and the restricted place of girls and women. Talk about mixed messages: her educated mother told her, “You can’t eat straight A’s.”

The author and her brother and sister are caught at the meeting point of clashes between the Chinese family way of doing things and American daily life at school and in stores, the different meanings of silence at home and abroad, the clashes with Chinese fresh off the boat and traumatized Japanese-Americans just released from concentration camps, and the unknowing perceptions that oblivious Euro-Americans have of anybody that’s different. And then there are the “Who Am I” questions readers of mixed races will connect with:

Chinese-Americans, when you try to understand what things in you are Chinese, how do you separate what is peculiar to childhood, to poverty, insanities, one family, your mother who marked your growing with stories, from what is Chinese? What is Chinese tradition and what is the movies?

How to separate, indeed? Trust me, these are questions to make your chest tighten with frustration. It is exhausting to wrestle with these questions and natural to set them aside, wondering if they are unanswerable, too complex, with too much information just missing or liable to be charged with too much emotion to come up with a rational answer. 

The writing is powerful. The first chapter starts very intense, about rape, suicide and family abandonment. The following chapters deal have sad episodes and painful themes. The author makes no claim the book is how to find your own place in the midst of all this heritage, all this obscure tradition, murky “national characteristics versus your own life.

I enjoyed reading this, but it was not always easy. The story is mixed with old tales from Chinese culture and uses odd and unexpected metaphors that bring depth to the story. Critics will complain she is appropriating tales from Chinese traditional culture or getting facts wrong. Facts, schmax, I think artists can extract whatever nuggets they want from whatever mines they have the guts to take a pick to.

Reading Those Classics #22

Classic Set in a Place you Want to Visit. Borneo has reefs, rainforests, swamps, mangrove stands, and wildlife such as elephants, sun bears, clouded leopards, proboscis monkeys, orangutans, and pangolins, as well over 400 species of bird, including hornbills and mountain serpent eagles. The main draw is the relative humidity, always about 80%. High humidity feels good even euphoric but if prolonged can lead to dehydration, confusion, fatigue malaise lethargy and for heart patients, arrythmia .

You Want to Die, Johnny? – Gavin Black

In the 1960s, Gavin Black wrote more than a dozen spy-adventure thrillers featuring a series hero named Paul Harris. This one is set in one of the last British protectorates, the fictional Bintan on the northern coast of Borneo.

Canny Scotsman Paul Harris owns a company that manufactures and sells engines for marine craft. He has moved from Singapore to Kuala Lumpur, where he has taken Malaysian citizenship.

The novel opens with Paul being on a plane returning to Bintan his old friend John, the British resident, and his 18-year-old daughter Lil.

Widowers can deal with hordes of communist infiltrators or a teenage daughter but not both at the same time. John has gone to California to rescue her from the clutches of a Cockney rock star named Boots. This gives the author a chance to deliver old-guy commentary on These Kids Today. Remember it was 1966, this was a chance not passed up by old-guy writers like Desmond Begley and Andrew Garve, who were old guys writing for other old guys.

The plane is wrecked upon landing because somebody took shots at it, putting out the tires. In the ensuing car chase, the three would-be assassins are killed in a wreck. Paul and John suspect that sinister forces, perhaps Communist in origin, are fomenting trouble for the oil-rich Bintanese family that run the place like the ex-pirates that they are.

They are also shaken when a bomb goes off in Paul’s rest house.

Convincing characterization and an authentic background make the 250 pages, longer than I like for a thriller, go by in just a couple of nights. Paul Harris has a background that makes him a tough, clever and resourceful action hero. During World War II he and his family were interned when the Japanese occupied Singapore. He had to become hardened and smart to deal with deprivation and violence in the camps. After the war, he and his brother started an import/export business that included capers on the edge of world of espionage.

Like William Haggard novels, this is James Bond for adults. Black is a much better writer than Ian Fleming who tended to stilted prose, baffling digressions, and a brazenly imperialist misogynist jerk for a hero. Granted, hero Paul Harris is rather an apologist for those topee-wearing days, but he doesn’t have any illusions about the constant moral dilemmas of the minions of imperialism (see Shooting an Elephant).

The real name of Gavin Black was Oswald Wynd (1913 – 1998). He is most well-known for the excellent novel The Ginger Tree, a novel about a young English girl dealing with an unsettled personal life and turbulent times in China and Japan at the turn of the 19th and 20th century. That novel was made into a Masterpiece Theater production in the late Eighties.

Wynd was familiar with Asia because he was born a missionary child in Tokyo. He was captured in the early days of WWII in Malaya and interned in a camp run by the Japanese. He has keen insight into the psychological effects of captivity, semi-starvation, torture, and prolonged stress have on its sufferers.

 

Click on the title to go to the review.

• Prize Winning Classic: The Moviegoer – Walker Percy
• Classic Novella: Old Man – William Faulkner
• Classic Epistolary Novel: Augustus – John Williams
• Classic Comic Novel: Thank you, Jeeves – P.G. Wodehouse
• Classic Short Stories: New York Stories – John O’Hara
• Classic Air Pilot Memoir: Wind, Sand, and Stars - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
• Classic Set in the Big Apple: Manhattan Transfer – John Dos Passos
• Classic 19th Century Novel: Sir Harry Hotspur of Humblethwaite – Anthony Trollope
• Classic Police Procedural: Wolf to Slaughter – Ruth Rendell
• Classic War Memoir: Flight to Arras - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
• Classic American Mystery: Might as Well Be Dead - Rex Stout
• Classic Courtroom Drama: A Woman Named Anne – Henry Cecil
• Abandoned Classic: Gravity’s Rainbow – Thomas Pynchon
• Classic Set in France: Maigret’s Patience – Georges Simenon
• Classic English Mystery: Hallowe’en Party – Agatha Christie
• Classic Set in Ye Olde Teashoppe Englande: Road to Rhuine - Simon Troy
• Classic Set in Working Class England: Living - Henry Green
• Very Long Classic: Moment in Peking - Lin Yutang
• Classic Action Thriller: Landslide - Desmond Bagley
• Classic Conversation Novel: Elders and Betters - Ivy Compton-Burnett
• Classic Set in Tinsel Town:  The Birthday Murder – Lange Lewis

The Ides of Perry Mason 54

On the 15^th of every month, we run an article about a novel or original TV episode about Our Favorite Lawyer.

The Case of the Irate Witness – Erle Stanley Gardner

The Gardner Fiction Factory (his own words) closed in 1970 with Gardner’s passing in March. This compilation of four novelettes was released in 1972 in paperback by a publisher naturally eager to slap on covers the author’s name and that of his famous series hero, Perry Mason.

The novelettes were first published in magazines between 1942 and 1953. The Case of the Irate Witness is one of only a handful of short stories featuring Mason. Something Like a Pelican is a story starring Lester Leith, a series hero that appeared only in pulp stories.

The Case of the Irate Witness (1953). Ironically, the Mason story is the only unsatisfying story in the bunch. On vacation, Mason involves himself in the case in which we are not even given a glimpse of the wrongfully accused client. Though we’ve seen clients effectively effaced in Mason novels before, this omission in a short piece is so glaringly odd that the good courtroom scene doesn’t make up for it.

The Jeweled Butterfly (1952). Gardner, in maybe a first and only time, features a female protagonist. Peggy Castle writes up a house organ that has a not-mean gossip column. A note directs her to spy on hot Stella and handsome Don on a date. But the situation leads to robbery and murder and Peggy turning into a damsel in distress that must be rescued by a detective who is smitten with her looks – once she takes her glasses off, of course.

Something Like A Pelican (1942). Lester Leith was the gentleman detective, a 1930s stock character that was tired and stale by WWII. The goofy tone in this story strikes the readers almost as hard as a character bringing his shotgun into the office and nobody thinking twice about it.

A Man Is Missing (1946). Gardner sets this story in rural Idaho which gives him a chance to do the kind of nature writing he liked to do. He’s not Turgenev or Hudson when writing about camping, fishing, and hunting but it’s nice to read subjects about which the writer obviously cares deeply. The use of amnesia disturbs me, much like, say, time travel or magic or an Evil Twin. But in the end we keep our feet on the ground as the rural sheriff and packer-guide prove to a big city detective that local knowledge trumps big-city experience and so-called common sense. Gardner believed rationality could figure out nutty behavior and call bad guys to account.

Worth reading for hardcore readers into Gardner.

Reading Those Classics #21

Classic Mystery Set in Tinsel Town: Other whodunnits set in Hollywood are The Case of the Solid Key (Anthony Boucher, 1941) and The Long Goodbye (Raymond Chandler, 1953). The DA Calls It Murder (1937) is a rare example of a satirical mood overtaking Erle Stanley Gardner, as he parodies shop-worn tropes of movie melodramas.

The Birthday Murder - Lange Lewis

This 1945 mystery features the breezy wit of a confident writer. This is the second of five that starred series hero Lieutenant Richard Tuck of the LA Homicide Squad and his faithful assistant E. Byron “Duck Butt” Froody.

It is a cozy with elements of a police procedural, narrated from the third-person limited point of view of the chief suspect Victoria Hime, who writes novels, plays, and scripts. Circumstantial evidence points to her as the poisoner of her husband Albert Hime, a producer of B movies. It does not help Victoria that the kind of poison used was the same chemical used to kill a husband in one of her novels. Tuck and Froody, however, can identify no motive that would have driven Victoria to snuff her quiet easy-going husband. Plus, Victoria’s independence of mind and knowledge of people impress Tuck, who is a curious combination of hard-headed and soul-deep himself.

The persons of interest to be interviewed by Tuck are three. Bernice Saxe is Victoria’s childhood friend with a raft of marital problems of her own making. Plus, we know how complicated friendships, especially long-time ones, can be. Moira Hastings is an ambitious starlet, willing to slander Victoria as jealous and back-biting because Victoria said Moira was not old or good enough for a movie part. Sawn Hariss is Victoria’s first husband, showing up for the first time in ten years like a bad penny. His juvenile personality has failed to improve even after active participation in World War II, only glancingly referred to in the story. 

There is cringe-worthy content related to race, class, and gender but it takes up only a fraction of the novel and it is balanced by the excellent prose. This was included by Barzun and Taylor on their list of 50 great mysteries from 1900 to 1950. It was reprinted in paperback the early 1980s by Harper Perennial Mystery Library.

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• Prize Winning Classic: The Moviegoer – Walker Percy
• Classic Novella: Old Man – William Faulkner
• Classic Epistolary Novel: Augustus – John Williams
• Classic Comic Novel: Thank you, Jeeves – P.G. Wodehouse
• Classic Short Stories: New York Stories – John O’Hara
• Classic Air Pilot Memoir: Wind, Sand, and Stars - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
• Classic Set in the Big Apple: Manhattan Transfer – John Dos Passos
• Classic 19th Century Novel: Sir Harry Hotspur of Humblethwaite – Anthony Trollope
• Classic Police Procedural: Wolf to Slaughter – Ruth Rendell
• Classic War Memoir: Flight to Arras - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
• Classic American Mystery: Might as Well Be Dead - Rex Stout
• Classic Courtroom Drama: A Woman Named Anne – Henry Cecil
• Abandoned Classic: Gravity’s Rainbow – Thomas Pynchon
• Classic Set in France: Maigret’s Patience – Georges Simenon
• Classic English Mystery: Hallowe’en Party – Agatha Christie
• Classic Set in Ye Olde Teashoppe Englande: Road to Rhuine - Simon Troy
• Classic Set in Working Class England: Living - Henry Green
• Very Long Classic: Moment in Peking - Lin Yutang
• Classic Action Thriller: Landslide - Desmond Bagley
• Classic Conversation Novel: Elders and Betters - Ivy Compton-Burnett

Stoic Week #7

Note: This is the last post in observance of Stoic Week 2023. I observed Stoic Week in 2015. Yesterday's post was about Trollopian characters that were laughably unStoic. Today's post is about a less comic approach to wretchedness. Simenon's mid-20th century novels were cautionary tales. They typically star middle-aged men that find themselves in a crisis because they have been too busy pursuing the preferred indifferents. They have rejected responsibility to identify their own preferences and aversions and renounced living according to nature and reason. Simenon offers no prescriptions, but Stoic readers will have no trouble drawing their own conclusions.  

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The Accomplices - Georges Simenon 

Simenon tells the same story in his many psychological thrillers but it is always riveting to read tales of ordinary successful people that think they got a really good bead on things. Then they realize that they have been sleepwalking through life. 

In this short novel from 1955, after a horrendous traffic accident, a hit and run driver spends the next couple of days contemplating his previously unexamined life. He finds guilt and bad faith in his whole manner of living. It is not so much that he simply gives in to the empty materialism and mindless consumerism of society. Cynically, he has adopted false values as a mask and disowns his innate freedom to use his rationality to live as an unhindered human being.

As a child, he tapped into the inner joy that runs like a river in us. But as he grew older he just lost sight of our default settings of joy and rationality. He became a lout, coward, and sneak. With no close connections, he has no sense of belonging and feels adrift in the world. His wife refuses to sleep with him after he goes around with sex workers. His friends get nervous about his belligerence and hostility whenever he drinks. He forces an affair on his secretary and they barely exchange a word. 

He is, in short, a typical Simenon protagonist. Simenon's romans durs (hard novels) sometimes begin or end with a crime but are not mysteries. They more often begin with an ordinary change, like a new lodger, a death, a family crisis, a demolition, a move, a poor decision. They are concise novellas, clinical examinations of human beings who've become the polar opposites of the Stoic Sage.

In the 1980s, Harcourt Brace Jovanovich released a boatload of romans durs in English. But USA culture was into moonwalking, Magnum PI, neon, Chariots of Fire, big hair, designer drugs, Wake Me Up (Before You Go Go), to name only a few. In the Eighties sleepwalking through life seemed a sound strategy because the Seventies were so nuts (trust me: I was there). Simenon's novels were quickly remaindered, ending up in discount stores like Edward R. Hamilton (where I bought them at prices a poor grad student could afford). Now that we are all post-pandemic veterans, with more experience contemplating the ends of our tethers, maybe we are more prepared for the romans durs. 

"A person is smart," said K in Men in Black. "People are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals. And you know it." It's really easy, even fun, to be dumb and panicky and thank heaven it takes more energy than most people have to be dangerous. But Stoics are willing to do the work that becoming a smart person demands.

Stoic Week #6

Note: This is posted in observance of Stoic Week 2023. I observed Stoic Week in 2015. Victorian novelist Anthony Trollope wrote a biography of Cicero so I think it is safe to assume that Trollope had some familiarity with the Stoic orientation. At least, as a conservative and a moralist, Trollope thinks self-control is a key psychological strength and rationality a cognitive strength. So Stoic-leaning readers will find much food for thought in Trollope's Palliser novels (1864-76), which are like cushy plushy sofas, fun to cuddle into for 30 or 40 or 50 pages at a time, comfortably challenging with laughably unStoic characters.

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Phineas Redux  – Anthony Trollope

Plot is not Trollope’s main concern. Instead, he focuses on the mysteries of his characters’ psychologies. For instance, married Laura Kennedy confesses her love for single Phineas Finn in a conversation with the wife of roughneck Lord Chiltern, Violet, who argues for Stoic discretion, even with one's self.

“...If a woman,—a married woman,—be oppressed by such a feeling, she should lay it down at the bottom of her heart, out of sight, never mentioning it, even to herself."

"You talk of the heart as though we could control it."

"The heart will follow the thoughts, and they may be controlled. I am not passionate, perhaps, as you are, and I think I can control my heart...."

For Trollope, thoughts and emotions are interdependent. We depend on our emotions to assist our rationality in defining to ourselves our own values, preferences, and aversions. Knowing what we control, we thus become our own people, not the tools and fools of louts who find it fun and useful to push us around. We are also responsible to use our innate rationality to control our excessive emotions. We had better think judiciously, lucidly in order to take the edge off envy, anxiety, contempt, pride, and despair and keep them from influencing us to the point where we make silly judgments and hare-brained decisions. Trollope gives us examples of characters who have failed to rein in their emotions and allowed passions to carry them into misery or transgression.

Lord Fawn gives the police such an inaccurate description that the wrong man is charged with murder and put on trial. And on the witness stand Lord Fawn’s testimony is so garbled that the innocent man is almost convicted. Lord Fawn is shaken over his part in nearly causing an injustice to occur. Though he has no evidence that people are scandalizing his name, he fears his reputation is in tatters. He hides himself and then quits London.

Robert Kennedy feels that wives must be obedient to their husbands’ wills and ways. A control freak due to insecurity, he is so demanding that that he drives his wife Lady Laura out of the house. In his loneliness and despair, he becomes obsessed with the delusion that Phineas Finn has broken up his marriage. The obsession drives him off his dot, as poor Louis Trevelyan’s did in He Knew He Was Right. Talk about a guy that needed moderation and self-control.

In the comic romcom subplot, country gentleman Mr. Spooner is refused by Adelaide Palliser. He clings to the irrational idea that is crazy for her to choose poverty with Gerard Maule, the poor aristo she loves, over wealth, ease, and comfort with Spooner’s prosperity. Spooner is so upended by her refusal that he predicts to wise Violet, with whom he’s had a heart-to-heart:

"I'd give half I've got in all the world," said the wretched man, "just to get it out of my head. I know what it will come to." Though he paused, Lady Chiltern could ask no question respecting Mr. Spooner's future prospects. "It'll be two bottles of champagne at dinner, and two bottles of claret afterwards, every day. I only hope she'll know that she did it. Good-bye, Lady Chiltern. I thought that perhaps you'd have helped me."

The funny pathetic line “I only hope she'll know that she did it,” calls to mind the Del Shannon song, "She hurt me so much inside. Now I hope she's satisfied." Talk about taking responsibility for one’s own feelings and after-dinner drinking habits. Blaming people for not helping him more, here's another guy that needs to work on techniques for cognitive distancing to reduce obsession.

Trollope implies counsel that if life plays a dirty trick on us and a loving family life, respect and esteem, wealth and worldly comfort elude our grasp – especially if the joys of romantic love are not ours to be had – we had better not throw our lives away in despondency but cultivate the courage and wisdom to carry on. Stiff upper lip, eh, what? Many certainties and pieties were overturned by the Great War, but Keep Calm | Carry On was still the byword during WWII and “mend it, fix it, make do, or do without” helped people during the austerity years that followed the war. Some would argue that Victorian stoicism lasted until the death of the princess (see controversial Granta piece).

Anyway, life – and, as we learned, times like pandemics - are long. It is in our own best interest to develop self-control and integrity to persist and resist, to work hard to be a creative critical thinker and live unhindered by nutty feelings.

Stoic Week #5

Note: This is posted in observance of Stoic Week 2023. I observed Stoic Week in 2015. Stoicism helped me through a health ordeal in January 2020. Stoically fine-tuning my habits and attitudes in January and February really prepared me for when the pandemic hit the fan in March. I had to manage the stress of learning to teach on Zoom. When the term ended I had to deal with the social and emotional fallout of the pandemic killing the program I used to teach in. Stoicism helped me deal with the loss of my profession, something I was really good at. It is within my power, my domain, to get benefit from every experience, good and bad.

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How to Think Like a Roman Emperor: The Stoic Philosophy of Marcus Aurelius - Donald J. Robertson

I’m not a born Stoic, so I need to work to keep its guidance in the front of my mind. This work involves about 10 to 15 minutes of journaling every morning, applying Stoical cognitive distancing during the workday and in social life, and reading longer articles and texts about Stoicism maybe once a season.

Texts like this one. The author of this book does not aim to give information about how Stoicism was developed by its ancient founders. Instead, he talks about how we can instrumentalize Stoicism as a practical orientation in our daily life, as Aurelius did in his job as Emperor of Rome. The most oft-repeated quote in the book, as I hinted above, is “It is not events that upset us, but our judgements about those events.”

Robertson provides many suggestions for cognitive distancing that enable us to calm the frick down and think rationally to respond to events with moderation, wisdom, and bravery.

·         Live in the present. Aurelius taught us “not to be overwhelmed by what you imagine, but just do what you can and should.”

·         To break the cycle of worry and rumination take a time-out. Scarlett O’Hara rather overdid it but she was basically right by shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders with “I’ll think it about tomorrow.”

·         Talk to the thought. “Hey, thought, you just a haint, a hobgoblin, a feeling.” This is not running away from it but viewing it from a meta-cognitive perspective. I mean, lots of thoughts and feelings pop up and we just let them go – why not do the same for a worry about car repairs, tree damage, knuckle-walking neighbors, faithless friends, senility in the family history, winter and on and on about things that are out of our control anyway?

·         To prevent being carried off into worry or daydreaming, rub silk or moleskin or a stone. Notice other sensations, our facial expression, our sitting position, the weather.

·         Picture in your mind that you have put literal space between yourself and the daydream or temptation. How will I feel about this challenge, this hassle in a week or six months?

·         Dispute vehemently what ideas are making you feel upset. How logical or reasonable are these ideas? How likely is a bad outcome? How severe would a bad outcome be? Be vigorous in your arguments with yourself.

After reading this book, I find the orientation of Stoicism thorough and specific. Having goals, however modest, and values, however plain, will help. Slogans like Que Sera Sera or 仕方がない Shikata Ga Nai have their place too. Wabisabi 侘寂, baybee.

I think this book is a good guide to take more control of our emotions in a pressure-cooker age where the culture, the media, strangers and even friends and family on occasion seem to be going out of their way to make feel us nervous and sad. For young people with a propensity to be hot-headed or older people who feel they need to deal better with the jitters or the blues, this self-help book is as useful and well-written as we would wish, a modern-day addition to the originals. 

In a podcast, Robertson said it's easy to return to Seneca’s Letters, Epictetus’ Discourses and Aurelius’ Meditations because they are so well-written, while it is not as easy and enjoyable to re-read modern texts by, say, Albert Ellis. I agree the prose is pretty utilitarian in How to Stubbornly Refuse to Make Yourself Miserable about Anything - Yes, Anything  but I do re-read Ellis' books to remind myself and I could see myself re-reading this book too.