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Honey in the Horn: A Chat

Posted in Gone With the Wind, H.L. Davis, Honey in the Horn, Margaret Mitchell with tags , , , , , , on April 25, 2011 by Diablevert

Diablevert: I just finished the book.

Dreadful: I finished it yesterday (praise the Lord… I was not a fan).

Diablevert: I read the last 60 pages or so over the course of an hour or two. I wanted to speed up but too much was happening.

Dreadful: That’s pretty damn fast… I kept getting bogged down in scenery.

Diablevert: Really? I rather liked it. The scenery was a bit slow, true.

Dreadful: Alrighty then… we’ve got a discussion on our hands.

Diablevert: You go first then. What did you hate?

Dreadful: I think I just had a stylistic epiphany about all the scenic description in these books….we don’t need as much these days, because we have color photos and Google and know what shit looks like

Diablevert: Hunh.

Dreadful: I think the modern reader is pretty much given to skip over most descriptions of trees and rocks and scrub and such.

Diablevert: I agree that there was quite a lot in this book. It bothered me less, I think, than in some of the others. Because it was much more varied, and because there seemed to be more point to it.

Dreadful: The scenery wasn’t the only thing I disliked (I am that ornery). I wasn’t a huge fan of the narrative structure. I never strongly felt the passage of time in the book.

It seemed like Clay was the same emotional age throughout, but really, didn’t years pass?

Diablevert: I think it takes place over the course of maybe two years or so? Clay is a born crank, I can see your not liking him. But I’m not sure how much you expected him to change, going from 17 to 19 or whatever. His character is pretty much fully formed at the start of the book.

Dreadful: See, I thought a lot more time than that passed. Didn’t Clay and Luce spend more than a few seasons camped out in that marshy coast (in Washington state)?

Diablevert: No, I think it was only one winter. They get there in the late fall and stay the winter, and during that time meet the other coast settlers. Sometime in the spring the cattle ranchers there decide to move off and try and find some more land, and they go with them.

Dreadful: Huh. Ok.

Diablevert: It makes a lot more sense that there were only there one winter, since apparently they didn’t knock boots once during the whole time they were playing house by themselves. That was a big surprise to me; I thought it was simply implied, but then Davis goes and inserts a deliberate sex scene and makes a big deal of it. So I assume they weren’t meant to be Doing It the whole winter.

Dreadful: I also assumed they’d been Doing It that whole time, but Davis just chose to describe that one time closely for narrative impact? Man, I kinda blew by it, and that is thoroughly unlike me. Normally, I read for boobs. (That’s how I got through Clan of the Cave Bear in 7th grade.)

Diablevert: I don’t think so, because Luce doesn’t get pregnant till after that, and Davis says something about her finally being sure of him, and so she lets him, and he almost doesn’t want to because of the build-up, but he knows rejecting her would be too cruel. Most explicit sex scene so far, I believe. Not that it was explicit by modern standards. But definitely less allusive, more concrete.

Dreadful: Wait… there must have been some similarly spicy stuff in Scarlet Sister Mary?

Diablevert: There’s a scene with Mary and June, July’s brother (or vice versa, can’t remember now) where they sit on the porch and she decides to let him, and I think there’s a kiss. And then the next page is a new chapter and it’s all “Meanwhile, Mary had become the town whore.”

Dreadful: Ha!

Diablevert: Something like that, anyway. They describe her belly bump early on, but the activities that led to it are pretty much passed over.

Dreadful: That’s where kissing will lead you, ladies!

Diablevert: Word.

Dreadful: So I said two things I didn’t like about the book (trees and time)… give me some stuff you liked about it!

Diablevert: What I thought was interesting about this book is that I felt like it wound up veering between nihlism and amorality, and the ending where they decide Making an Effort Is What Makes It All Worthwhile felt tacked on

Dreadful: Hmmm… nihilism might be a philosophically strong word? Amorality definitely, though…. horses were pretty much more important than people throughout.

Diablevert: A good third of the book is Clay bitching about the frontier settlers either being weird, wound-up assholes who destroy the land and are too stupid and beat down to make a success of anything they do, or else making a success of things by being tightfisted bloodsuckers willing to cheat and scratch and scrounge and gouge somebody’s eye out for a nickel.

Everybody’s kind of an asshole, kind of not, a little bit, maybe 5 percent, which was interesting. And I thought that scene where the old lady gets up from her fever bed and walks her land for the last time was quite striking and powerful

Dreadful: I agree with that… I liked the paragraph about her where it says that she hated the fieldhands, but would still give them a serious breakfast, and basically hated everything else but still did right by the world.

And the description of Wade Shiveley’s lynching was hardcore.

Diablevert: That, to me, was also interesting. I don’t quite trust Clay — or his narrator, whichever you prefer — but to me it was an interesting account of what the frontier must really have been like.

Dreadful: Also, I felt like it was like an occupational handbook for the frontier. You could be a sack-filler! Or a grass-cutter! Or shepherd! Or tollbridge collector! Or horsetrader! Or a cheap hooker! So many opportunities!

Diablevert: The whole moral arc of this book is interesting. Our hero and his love interest are both murders in their way, and they don’t even feel that bad about it.

Dreadful: Didn’t you feel like the book just kinda ended? Like it could have gone on for hundreds more pages or they could have cleared up who killed who at any point and it would have been just about the same?

Diablevert: There definitely is a way in which the travelogue structure is a deliberate device in order to show us all this stuff. It has a knowledge-dump quality which is a little forced and unappealing. But each of Clay’s pit-stops had something of interest, I thought.

Dreadful: A new crackpot at every stop!

Diablevert: I especially liked the super-bitter atheist Civil War Veteran.

Dreadful: We generally think of novels as being plot-driven or character-driven, and this was sorta neither.

Diablevert: Yes, there was some plot in it, but the plot didn’t drive it. In a way I can’t believe this book won, because weren’t they still including the word “wholesome” in the description back then? This book is the furthest thing from wholesome.

Dreadful: Word to that. It is a vivid picture of American life, though… even if it makes everyone look like a cheat, murderer, or wastrel.

Diablevert: Yeah, I think that’s what I liked about it. Writing qua writing, it’s not first-rate work, but the setting is something I’d never even thought about before, and his attitude toward it and description of it is so unexpected it’s fascinating.

Dreadful: It was also interesting to me that some minor characters got names, but more important ones never did, like the horse-trader or the Indian boy with the crippled hands. (I don’t think any of the native characters had names, actually.)

Diablevert: Yeah. To return to the over-arching theme of this blog, The Past: Super Fucking Racist, the attitudes toward Native Americans throughout where fairly appalling.

Dreadful: WORD! That would be an awesome new title, btw. Insanely racist.

Diablevert: on the other hand, it was interesting in that in the time he’s describing, Native cultures are still alive enough that you can describe them as having all these differences and subtleties, even as you’re being all, “every Indian is completely worthless, btw.”

Dreadful: I think every single native woman was a cheap whore…. or not even getting paid for it.

Diablevert: Did that not strike you though, his moral attitude? Because aside from that, there’s a lot in this book that would be a drag in a similar way as say, Lamb was — too episodic, too descriptive. (But I thought Honey‘s characters had more interior life in general, and Davis was, very much so, a great noticer of things, which an essential ingredient of being a good writer.) You seem to have noticed this attitude but not been particularly surprised by it

Dreadful: I think I disliked Honey in the exact same way that I disliked Lamb in His Bosom… while I will concede that Davis is a more skilled noticer, there just wasn’t enough else going on for me.

With Now in November, I loved the poetry of the writing. Not much had to happen for me to be down. Or even So Big, which is nowhere near my favorite book… I just cared more about the people in the book. Not that I can’t enjoy a book about unsympathetic characters, but Clay wasn’t enough of a character for me to either empathize with or really love to hate.

Diablevert: I didn’t mind him. I can see what you’re saying, though.

I dunno, even right up until the end I was expecting him to have to kill Luce and them himself or something. Well, not the very end. I suppose it would be better to say, reading the book gave me the sense there would be no price to pay even though both of them have killed a couple people, but 30 years experience reading other books gave me the sense that there had to be a shoe dropping somewhere

Dreadful: Yes! And that’s why the end was so unsatisfying after all that, I think. You can’t help but think, “Really? That’s it? She just confessed to a DOUBLE HOMICIDE.” I wanted to go all Law & Order on that shit and get old Orlando Geary back in there.

Diablevert: Not a double homicide. Two separate homicides.

Dreadful: Good call. You win on police procedurals.

Diablevert: I was more impressed that he stuck to his guns and went for the “romantic” ending.

Dreadful: If by “romantic,” you mean “someone’s still gotta shoot a horse.”

Diablevert: Hey, it wasn’t the bay mare, at least.

Dreadful: Animals do not fare well in prize-winning books. (On a sidebar of awesomeness, there was a 6th grader in my library today wearing a “Save Wilbur” t-shirt.)

Diablevert: And I did like how everything came back around again. The crazy drive down the mountain that was the first interesting part of the book recast at the end.

Dreadful: I actually hated how everything was connected in the end! Like, all of that rambling episodic whatever and now everyone knows each other and it’s like a French farce but with a wagon train instead of a Parisian boudoir.

Diablevert: It reassured me a bit that Davis was good enough to be doing stuff on purpose. Clay met everybody twice, which did seem a bit contrived. I mean, I’m sure there weren’t a super-lot of  people in remote interior Oregon in those days, but c’mon.

Dreadful: Exactly. That pissed me off. I thought Davis substituted coincidence for actual dramatic events one or two too many times.

Diablevert: I can see that. It didn’t bother me that much. I suppose a lot of what you think of this book depends on your interest in seeing total weirdos accurately described. I quite like that. The looney lone settler Clay and the Indian boy meet when he first takes off, or the Civil War Veteran, or Capt. Waller.

Dreadful: Normally, I would say my “intimate portrait of weirdo” interest level is quite high. Now I think, not so much.

Diablevert: You only like gothy chick weirdos, man. If they’re not dying of consumption you’re not interested.

Dreadful: HA! You wound me, my dear, but the wound bleeds truth. I liked Jeff Bridges in True Grit!

Diablevert: He’s a lot like what’s-his-face, Burden. Literally what’s his face.

Dreadful: But, yeah, mostly I like my weirdos in moldering wedding dresses or such like.

Diablevert: Actually, I thought Burden was interesting, too, come to think of it. There was an incredible degree of complexity to that man’s character — or at least to his actions — and I thought it was interesting that Davis lets it ride and ends up having him be a friend to Clay….I mean, basically he works himself up into having Wade Shively arrested/lynched because Wade pissed him off over a parking space. But once he decides to do it, he’s cunning and methodical and cold as ice about making sure it happens. Yet because he is loyal to Clay I think we’re supposed to end up liking him? Clay does, at least.

Dreadful: Wade did seem to get the shaft throughout. His own dad rushed to disown him.

Diablevert: Word. Although Wade also seemed like an asshole, and he did for sure kill his brother. Yet he got his moment of glory at the end.

Dreadful: Moral relativism is a bitch.

Diablevert: You end up hung from a haystack. Or at least I think he was hung from a haystack, I got a little fogged on the set-up there, having no familiarity with haystacks outside of the Impressionism section of the Met’s poster carrel.

Dreadful: Just don’t drop your needle in one! Ha ha ha…. ha. sigh. I didn’t love the book, so we covered everything I was gonna say (scenery, episodic-ness, the past is mad racist, etc.)

Diablevert: Well, I could go on about it, but you were seem bored and irritated by the book, so I think we can skip it.

Dreadful: At least we have the crazy-sauce that is Gone with the Wind to look forward to.

Diablevert: Yeah….There is that.

Dreadful: I do feel a little bad about not liking it (or many of these other early Pulitzers)… like there’s something lazy about myself as a reader for not getting into most of these books. I mean, I don’t need a ton of explosions or anything… but I would love some books that are at least a little more plot-y, or more character-y… or more something-y.

Diablevert: I wonder what Gone with the Wind will be like. Besides terrifyingly long.

Dreadful: Yeah… one edition at my library clocks in at 1440 pages. And I’ve already read Gone with the Wind once! But that was literally about 800 books ago, so I gotta re-read it or you’ll demolish me in our discussions.

Diablevert: Demolish you? HULK DOES NOT INTEND TO DOMINATE DISCOURSE.

HULK IS SAD.

Dreadful: Your rapier-like wit is the verbal equivalent of “Hulk Smash” to my ever-echoing “meh”

I just mean I already don’t remember a thing beyond Scarlett, Ashley, Tara, birthin’ no babies, and some glorification of the KKK. Whee doggies. Gone with the Wind is a hot pulpy mess.

Diablevert: Sweet. I caught most of the movie once and I’m kicking myself because I’m afraid I’ll remember too much of the plot and it’ll be a slog.

Dreadful: Nope… the movie has like a third of the plot and skips most of the Reconstruction stuff.

Diablevert: Oh……oh, dear.

Dreadful: SPOILER ALERT.

Diablevert: Alright. My loins, I must gird them.

Dreadful: You just sit back and enjoy the Confederacy.

Diablevert: It’ll tie in nicely with my addiction to the Times’ Civil War blog

The Store: First Chat

Posted in T.S. Stribling, The Store with tags , , , , on March 2, 2010 by Diablevert

(….a common refrain, I know, but we’re trying to post a little more regularly round these parts, so we’re chatting weekly, as we go. We were about 6 chapters into The Store by T.S. Stribling when we had this chat.

Since we haven’t finished the book yet, I can’t direct you to the summary, but for context’s sake, The Store is set in 1880s Alabama in the small town of Florence, with a large cast of characters, the most central of which, thus far, is the ex-Confederate Colonel Miltiades Vaiden, a former Klan leader now living off the income from his much diminished family estates, getting by in a broke-down rental house where he endures a childless and loveless marriage with a wife, Ponny, who physically repulses him and whom he feels to be his inferior.)
Dreadful Penny: I think my stomach flu was caused by the first 100 pages of The Store.

Diablevert: I’m on p 72 of The Store, so I think you must be a little ahead of me. I’m kind of warming up to it a little.

Dreadful Penny: Yeah, I got going on The Store and thought I’d round up to an even hundred.

Diablevert: No bigs.

Dreadful Penny: Getting past the first 20 pages of this book has to have been the greatest challenge of this project, to date. Once I realized we’re gonna spend this book on the losing side of the Civil War, that is.

And I don’t think you even get to the dialect at that point.

Diablevert: I am totally there with you. Call it shallow of me, but I too was not particularly enticed by the prospect of spending 300+ page in immediate post-reconstruction Alabama. ‘Scuse me, 511 pages, in my edition.

Dreadful Penny: Yeah… I hope Stribling manifests a Tarkington-esque contempt for his (ex-plantation overseer/Klan leader) main character.

Diablevert: Stribling is a lot more reserved than Tarkington; a lot less willing to tip his hand and reveal whose side he’s on. I’d say he’s the better writer for it.

Dreadful Penny: I don’t know… I think it’s too early for me to judge his relative merits as a writer. I do like his adeptness with interweaving storylines and characters’ motivations. He seems very capable of juggling a large cast (all one-note characters, but still, there are a lot of them.)

Diablevert: yes. I suppose that’s why I’m more willing to cut him a break, at the mo — he’s still doing setup, and I’m unsure where he’s going with this, but i am curious to know.

Dreadful Penny: I’m curious, I guess, but I’m finding it really hard to suspend dislike… we’ve already mentioned the racism and then there’s his constant references to his “fat wife Ponny.” Ugh.

Diablevert: See, I dunno. I do find Miltiades hard to like at those points. But I think they’re in there deliberately to cut against the reading of him as a noble, tragic figure; his slights against his wife make him seem petty. Makes him more of a sad sack than an Ashley Wilkes figure. Also it shows him failing to live up to his purported code of the gentleman.

As for the racism…..yeah, when he first introduced the group of black people watching the political meeting, I cringed, like, “oh, god, here we go again with the dialect.” But I would say his treatment of the black characters as characters has been about as in depth as his treatment of any of the others. I feel like the thoroughgoing racism of this society is something he’s portraying more than participating in, at this point.

Dreadful Penny: Well, I’m going to reserve judgment on the race issue until we’re farther in… but I’m not optimistic.

And I don’t think constantly denigrating his wife is Miltie’s sole flaw, at all… in fact, he seems to have almost no virtues at this point in the book. He’s thrown his lot in with the wrong side, he’s superior, condescending, snide, manipulative, and self-deluding. And he’s racist, and he’s nasty to his wife.

Diablevert: I don’t know if I’d go that far. We’re not really given an action scene of him in the past, at least so far as I can see, but from what the characters think/say about him, he does seem to have been a respected and superior figure in the pre-war world, and a good soldier and leader of men in the post war-world, and he acts to get Charlie Hot Hands, the shop keeper’s son, to lay off his girlfriend. So far it seems like, in the pre-war South Milt fit in and could have been successful; in the post-war world he’s lost an adrift.

Leaving aside our own contemporary values on whether it was in fact admirable to be a success in the antebellum system — and subbing in for them the values of 1930 or 1880 — I think Milt could have been read as a sympathetic figure, but the petty faults Stribling gives him are there to deliberately cut against that

Dreadful Penny: That’s fair, I guess, but he over-identifies with a social class he wasn’t a part of. He was an overseer, but sees himself as a gentleman… I don’t think he was ever part of the world of Southern gentility that he thought he was.

Diablevert: Possibly. Seems like he was on the line; both him and Drusilla seem to think that at one point it would have been both possible and desirable for them to marry, and she seems to have been at the upper end of this town’s society. Even now, before taking the clerk job, he’s been living on his income, the very definition of a gentleman.

Dreadful Penny: Yeah… I wonder where that income is from? Did Confederate officers get war pensions? If so, what government paid them? That’s probably a good research question for the week.

Diablevert: Ooh, if you want to find that out that would be interesting…

Dreadful Penny: I’ll see what I can do.

Diablevert: It said somewhere that he married his wife for her money; possibly she has an inheritance of some sort. And it’s not clear to me whether he lost the family land or if it was diminished or if it just doesn’t pay that well in the 1880s economy as it did in the pre-war.

Dreadful Penny: Oh, that’s right. I remember that now.

Diablevert: I feel like I’m defending the book more strongly than my enjoyment of it thus far warrants.

Dreadful Penny: Ha! I knew it! You devil’s advocate, you! I mean, I’m willing to argue that it probably has some merits, but I would never ever ever read this “for fun.”

Diablevert: I dunno; in this case I seem to be experience the lawyerly tendency to have my argument turn my mind. I do feel as we go on that we’re in better hands with Stribling than with some of the other authors.

Scarlet Sister Mary: A chat

Posted in Julia Peterkin, Scarlet Sister Mary with tags , , , , , , , , on July 14, 2009 by Diablevert

Diablevert: So, Scarlet sister Mary. I’m flipping through the old reviews I downloaded a while back to see if there’s one in there for this book – i can’t remember

Ms. Dreadfulpenny: I sent my copy back to the library all ready, so this is off-the-cuff and unscripted for me. (No holds barred!)

Diablevert: Me too.

Ms. Dreadfulpenny: Can I say that I liked the book better when I read somewhere that it was an inspiration for Zora Neale Hurston? Like, before I knew that, it just seemed like a racist time capsule (which it still kinda is) but seeing it as part of an evolutionary step in a literary movement made it easier for me to look at it as a piece of writing.

Diablevert: Sure, you can say that. Where did you read that?

Ms. Dreadfulpenny: Ashamedly, wikipedia…. Julia Peterkin’s page.

Diablevert: I found it quite odd to read this book because of the racism, like …..as if you thought something was real life, and then as you lean in closer, you bonk your nose on a pane of glass and realize it’s just a diorama, like at the natural history museum…. Like, you’d want to enjoy it, but then some line would come up about how much they shure do loves pickin’ that cotton, and you’re like, oh, wait. Maybe this purported bucolic idly is all wrong…

Ms. Dreadfulpenny: The shock of hitting a wall is a good metaphor here. I just couldn’t deal with the whole “see! they love hard labor! they were made for it!” angle. It feels tedious and disingenuous to continually be surprised by the racism in these early winners… and yet. It’s so pervasive. It reminds me of the way I felt when I started weeding my library at school… ….there were tons of books about “negros in america” bought in the 50s and 60s that were probably pretty progressive for the time, but the fact that they were still sitting on the shelves in 2005 was really offensive to me.

Diablevert: Did you not want to keep them in a box in the back, just for the history?

Ms. Dreadfulpenny: Oh, totally… I have a great shelf of shame. Some of the books were fine books, really (Famous American Negroes by Langston Hughes, for example), but just completely beyond my cultural comfort level to present to middle school kids.

Diablevert: I can see where that would be difficult. But maybe interesting. It’s hard for kids – anyone, really – to even conceive of how life was different before they were alive; it all seems like a story, a fable. Once upon a time there was such a thing as seperate water fountains…but it’s hard to feel how that must have been, in a way, to feel not the emotional impact but the reality of it. Contemporary books can kind of do that… But bringing it back to Peterkin, it’s weird because I felt like in and of its time, it’s attitude was almost anthropological….she includes all these scenes of ritual, all these lists of flora and fauna, habits, customs, all minutely described. There were some scene that felt more like an excuse to show you this stuff, that didn’t advance the plot much….lots of scenes like that, actually – but it didn’t feel judgy. It’s kind of funny, with a lot of the other authors we’ve both complained about them being snobbish toward the characters, looking down on them – but it feels like Peterkin quite likes these people, enjoys their company

Ms. Dreadfulpenny: I agree about the anthropological angle… I wonder if that had a certain appeal to the prize committee, also. And I don’t think Peterkin is snobbish, either. Racist, sure, but not snobbish about it. (Can there be such a thing or is that ridiculous cognitive dissonance?) She’s got a great deal of affection for Mary (in a “oh that crazy kid” roll-the-eyes way.)

Diablevert: I think so, definitely. You can have it so ingrained in you that someone is inferior you don’t even question it, realize that you think that, at the same time as you like them. Like fag hags in the ’60s. Or a lot of the 20s writers mention gay people in passing, in that way, not with hatred, sometimes with enjoyment, but always with the presumption of aberration, inferiority. Did your book about the prizes say anything about it? Why they gave this one to her?

Ms. Dreadfulpenny: Oooh, I’m not caught up in that book, actually. I should revisit it. From the Wikipedia article, there was some scandal here… … that a committee member resigned over its selection. “Dr. Richard S. Burton, the chairperson of Pulitzer’s fiction-literature jury, recommended that the first prize go to the novel Victim and Victor by Dr.John B. Oliver. His nomination was superseded by the School of Journalism’s choice of Peterkin’s book. Evidently in protest, Burton resigned from the jury.” And it was banned as obscene in South Carolina.

Diablevert: Really? Oooh, juicy.

Ms. Dreadfulpenny: Yep. This is a hot one.

Diablevert: It did feel like that ending was tacked on tail-on-the-donkey style.

Ms. Dreadfulpenny: You mean when the long lost cad returned? Yeah.

Diablevert: Not only that, but more her son dying and then her repenting.

Ms. Dreadfulpenny: Oh yeah.

Diablevert: Even after she repents, she keeps her earrings and voodoo charm…..it feels almost like the author’s a little disappointed too, to think of her resigned to celibacy. Like Peterkin felt she had to end the book with some kind of moral condemnation for Mary’s sleeping around, but it’s kind of half-hearted. Might as well not have bothered if she got banned anyway.

Ms. Dreadfulpenny: I think you can extend that idea of cute-ing up prejudice to include women who have sex with lots of people, or in anyway freely. It’s hard to override the cultural taboos against promiscuity in women. Or, as a 7th-grade girl once asked me, “Why are some girls hoes?”

Diablevert: I dunno, that’s real tricky. I’m not sure whether I think that Peterkin was secretly sympathetic with Mary in that sense, like the voodoo man – “Oh, go on, who’s she hurting, really?” – or whether it’s only because Mary’s black that she feels this way, like, shake-head-roll-eyes-amused-moue, “Oh, those hot-blooded oversexed Negroes! Can’t expect better!” What do you think?

Ms. Dreadfulpenny: Hmmm. I guess this is a place where knowing something about Peterkin’s biography would be helpful. I think she writes about Mary with genuine (if wry and condescending) affection. She certainly infers that promiscuity was something Mary was driven into by her caddish man (whose name completely escapes me now… wait! July?) and not at all a cultural norm of the community.

Diablevert: Generally so, yes. Although I think it’s more a baseline racism that a particular condescenion toward the character.

Ms. Dreadfulpenny: It’s the classic double stereotyping whammy: is it racist or sexist? Or a heady brew of both?

Diablevert: But she likes her, you know? Mary is driven into sleeping around, but Peterkin portarys her as heartbroken over July’s betrayal, and shows her deciding to knock boots with his brother as something that’s life-affirming, brings her back to her old self. Like, she seems to pity her more when she was being a good wife, getting beat up and slept around on, then when she decides fuck it, what’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. Mary breaks the norms of her community but on some level Peterkin seems to be cheerleading for her to do so.

Ms. Dreadfulpenny: It’s an interesting book from a religious angle too. The church customs are described in a pretty anthropological way, and the church is didactic and autocratic throughout. (While also being extremely hypocritical… tossing out Buddha Ben on multiple occasions, that kind of thing.)

Diablevert: Word. But they take her back in the end…. and yet, for all the strictness of who’s in and who’s out, it also serves as a social occasion, even for the sinners…

Ms. Dreadfulpenny: It was pretty much the only entertainment they had (except for work and that wedding).

Diablevert: Well, and drinking and gambling and sex and music.

Ms. Dreadfulpenny: Well, the drinking, etc., was all for the people who got the cheap seats on Sundays.

Diablevert: It’s never quite clear whether the larger crowd was outside or inside the church.

Ms. Dreadfulpenny: That’s true…. they kept kicking so many people out that it had to be a small congregation some weeks. Oh, and there was the total fun of whitewashing everything and cutting out newspaper fringe to decorate shelves with (that totally blew my mind).

Diablevert: That was really interesting! I felt like that level of anthropological interest was the book’s biggest strength – those details were fascinating. You got this impression of such a peaceful, calm place, all these little niceties….and then something reminds you how biased it is, and the copious detail begins to seem less realistic. But yet I felt that shit was probably accurate….you got such an intense ground level feeling for what it was like to live in this place…digging sweet potatoes out of banked ashes for breakfast….

Ms. Dreadfulpenny: It’s more interesting as a historical document than as a piece of literature, I think. I mean, the characterization is pretty shallow, the themes are heavy-handed… it’s all about the setting, the backdrop, the ways of life.

Diablevert: Yet, I dunno, I don’t feel like it was badly written….the detail was good and judicious.

Ms. Dreadfulpenny: But I think there were more character types than characters.

Diablevert: I guess I’m just a sucker for good detail. Is there anything else about the book that stuck out to you?

Ms.Dreadfulpenny: Thinking… … not really. The dialect overwhelmed the rest of the experience for me in a lot of ways.

Diablevert: True. So, an anthropologically interesting, shallow, somewhat idealized book with maybe/possibly progressive views on women’s sexuality: Scarlet Sister Mary. Oh: Plus, it’s really racist.

Ms. Dreadfulpenny: I’m nervous that we’re entering the “softer, gentler, but still fucked up” years of early Pulitzers with the next selection.

Diablevert: What is the next one again?

Ms. Dreadfulpenny: Laughing Boy (or, the Navajo book) That sums it up for me.

Diablevert: Ah. Oddly, that book came up in something I was reading recently – maybe Louis Menard about writing workshops? – as having been criticized by a white Indian studies professor at the time as being too modernist to be properly Indian.

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