I was thinking about the concept of grace last week when I flashed on a scene from Streetcar Named Desire. Blanche hears a declaration of sorts from Mitch and, recognizing the man provides a real lifeline to her, responds “Sometimes there’s God so suddenly!” I smiled at Blanche’s recognition of Grace until I remembered what I think of her. Friends and neighbors, I hate Blanche duBois and I don’t care who knows it. That aging, insecure, Southern Belle works my last nerve and I’d rather sympathize with the devil. Think about Blanche’s role in the play – She’s the fly in the ointment, the wrench in the machinery and the source of the play’s conflict. She shows up at her sister Stella’s home uninvited and unannounced to sponge off her for the rest of the play. Okay, everyone needs help now and then but does Blanche show an atom of gratitude? No, that narcissist takes up the center of the stage, hogging the bathroom and the liquor, and expects her pregnant sister to wait on her hand and foot. She never tries to get a job or her own place and when she’s not demanding sympathy or the red-carpet treatment,…
Me, I’m a fool for history. Show me a place where something really happened and tell me the story so I can see it in my mind and I’ll be your friend forever, even if the story is sad. So much has happened where I live that I’ve always got plenty to read but there’s one bit of regional history that I haven’t found captured in books. It’s time someone wrote about the Rhythm Club Fire. It happened seventy-five years ago today, in Natchez, Mississippi. Natchez was a medium-sized county seat then of about fifteen thousand people, sixty percent of whom were African-American. Because this was during the cruel and moronic Jim Crow period, the town was effectively split along racial lines and white and black people co-existed with a minimum of interaction. The divide was so deep, I’ll bet that almost half of Natchez had no idea their town was known as a place for great music. A few years before, a group of African-American entrepreneurs (self named, The Money-Wasters Social Club) had turned a long narrow building in the business section of town into a nightspot called The Rhythm Club. The place may not have looked like much…
When you’re an English Major, you have to deal with Jane Austen. She’s one of the writers whose work you have to know before you graduate, like the medical students have to pass A&P. This can be a problem because readers love or they hate her books with a passion. There’s no middle ground. Granted, Mark Twain said an ideal library contains none of her stories but his heroes create their own destinies by ignoring the rules of their cultures. Miss Austen’s characters don’t have that luxury. They have to carve solutions to their problems out of a narrower field. Nevertheless, constraints don’t defeat Austen heroines, they enhance them. Difficulties turn Jane’s women into jewels. Pressure abounds in Pride and Prejudice. The Bennet daughters are all old enough to marry but there’s an unspoken demand that at least one of the girls marry a man with money. Mr. Bennet has no savings and his death would leave any dependent family homeless. The two older sisters know this although both would rather marry for love than a fortune. They also live in a world that runs on gossip and rumor and it’s hard to find the truth. Nevertheless, Elizabeth Bennet withstands…
Full disclosure: I love the novel Oliver Twist but I can’t say I love the title character. He cries far to easily for my taste and he’s altogether too sweet for words. Dickens wanted to show Oliver’s basic gentle nature couldn’t be corrupted by the environment he lived in but basically his protagonist is a Casper Milquetoast. When people are kind to him, he laps it up and soaks them with tears of joy. When they are unkind, he leaves and cries on himself. A very soggy kid, needing someone to rescue and rehydrate him. Occasionally, Oliver will stand up to a bully but on someone else’s behalf, like his dead mother. In this book it’s a lot easier to like the bad guys. They have all the best lines in this book. No one has ever developed supporting characters as thoroughly and lovingly as Charles Dickens and the villains in Oliver Twist are either strong and bad (like scary Bill Sikes) or weak and bad. You know who the fun ones are, right? Of course there’s Fagin. A fence and corrupter of children, Fagin sees himself as the ultimate pragmatist. People do have a habit of buying things that…