“American Pastoral,” by Philip Roth, 1997
Philip Roth is one of the ‘great white male middle-class’
writers of the last decades in the U.S. In this book he
attempts to portray the wider 1960s and early 1970s and fails. At bottom, this is a claustrophobic novel. It is like being locked in the obsessive mind
of, first, the ‘writer’ of the Newark High class of 1950, Skip
Zuckerman (a thinly disguised Roth?), and then his hero, the uber-jock,
conformist and kind man, Seymour “Swede” Levov.
In the process, it is hard to understand why either is worth our attention. In the course of the novel,
the writer disappears and instead his idol becomes the narrator.
Swede is an assimilating Jew who drops the possibility of an incredible sports career and marries a shiksa Ms. New Jersey. He takes over the family business making gloves in Newark, then moves to a giant house in Old Rimrock, a fake rich suburb somewhere in New Jersey. The "Swede" is a large and gifted athlete - and Roth goes into ecstasies about the athletic and cultural skills of this 'body.' The social subtext is the existences and maintenance of a ‘Jewish’ identity in patrician, goy New Jersey. This might be the point for some readers, but the book attempts to carry much more historical weight than that.
Swede is an assimilating Jew who drops the possibility of an incredible sports career and marries a shiksa Ms. New Jersey. He takes over the family business making gloves in Newark, then moves to a giant house in Old Rimrock, a fake rich suburb somewhere in New Jersey. The "Swede" is a large and gifted athlete - and Roth goes into ecstasies about the athletic and cultural skills of this 'body.' The social subtext is the existences and maintenance of a ‘Jewish’ identity in patrician, goy New Jersey. This might be the point for some readers, but the book attempts to carry much more historical weight than that.
The book is a not so subtle parallel to Milton’s “Paradise Lost,” as the sections are
called “Paradise Remembered,” then “The Fall,” then “Paradise Lost.” The ‘paradise’ is the complacent world of
1950s high school sports, adolescent awkwardness, puppy love and innocence, a
period that nearly everyone goes through. For Jewish youth of the second or
third generation, it was their chance to become somewhat like the Christian ‘goys.’ Here
it is reflected in a long description of a high school reunion 45 years
later. The ‘fall’ in this idyllic life
is Swede’s child Merry. She is a
stutterer that grows up to be a Vietnam
antiwar activist, who at the age of 16 decides to put a bomb in the
neighborhood post office and kills an innocent doctor. She goes on to kill 3 other people with
bombs. Oddly, the police don’t track
her; nor is her admission to her father that she did it even credible. Yet this is the central event in the book.
The problem is nothing like this happened during the Vietnam
war era. It’s like the myth of
‘spitting’ on troops by anti-war activists.
There were plenty of bombings, yes, all over the country, but almost no
one was killed in those bombings. Roth
attempts to link Merry to the “Weatherman,” an ultra-left split from SDS. Yet the Weatherman didn’t kill any innocent
civilians. Their only victims were
themselves – 3 dying in a townhouse in New
York when one of their bombs exploded
accidentally. The one innocent victim of
an anti-war bombing that I know of was in Madison,
Wisconsin, at the Army Mathematics
Research Center
in 1970. That is it. One.
The book’s characters associate Marx, Che, the Black Panthers
and the Vietnamese with ‘crazy.’ Working-class
labor exploitation is only referred to sarcastically. Swede at one point oddly hopes that Angela
Davis, a member of the Communist Party, will help him find Merry, who has gone
underground. Merry eventually leaves the
anti-war movement and becomes a religious ‘Jain’ that her father later locates
in a stinking tenement room in Newark.
The consuming focus on this ‘insane’ young woman who
passionately hated the war says more about Roth than the 1960s or 1970s. There is no mention of the actual
incineration of Vietnam, Cambodia and Laos
by the real bombers – Johnson, Nixon, LeMay,
McNamara, Kissinger. Not one mention of
the 1968 assassination of MLK and the oppression of black people in the city –
which led to the rebellion/riots in Newark. This book focuses so much on psychological
and individual issues that the real world outside the cramped heads of the
characters disappears. It is typical
middle-class fiction. And yet this book
got kudos from the San Francisco Chronicle, Time, LA Times, Playboy, People,
the St. Louis Dispatch and the NY Observer.
Most importantly, this book won the Pulitzer Prize! Really.
More pointedly, 4 women are the ‘bad people’ in this book. All are too left-wing. Merry the murderer; some sexually crazy
anti-war blackmailer named Linda Cohen; a left-wing neighbor who dresses in
caftans, Marcia; and Sheila, another neighbor who hid Merry from the police and
her family right after the bombing. It
is almost as if femininity is politically deviant too. Roth has a long history of being criticized
by the feminist movement and this book would seem to offer no exception. At the end of the book, Swede ultimately
suspects his own wife Dawn of an affair with a rich gentile architect, so no
woman goes unscathed.
The 1968 riots tear Newark
apart, but we don’t know why from this book.
Only a few gunshots from racist police break the windows of the glove
factory, as it has a sign on the window that says it employs black people,
written to protect it from rioters.
Swede’s father Lou is the family patriarch, decrying the death of Newark, explaining how to
make gloves and being angry about what is wrong with the film “Deep Throat” and
Linda Lovelace. It seems the 1960s
destroyed the upper middle-class dreams of reasonable, hard-working,
considerate Jewish businessmen and dropped them into an ocean of violence,
infidelity, sex, conformism and disappearing Jewishness.
The best part of the book is actually the tours inside the
Newark glove factory and the information on the dirty and difficult business of
making fine leather gloves, which as a piece of clothing is one of the hardest
to make well. Roth’s detailed descriptions
of the cutters dressed in suits and ties link the fine hand work to a different
era. Yet that is small compensation for
a novel that offers a dishonest window into its time.
(see reviews of “The Way the Wind Blew,” about the
Weather Underground; “The Bomb,” about the Haymarket events; “Kill
Anything That Moves,” about the attempted destruction of Vietnam; “People’s History of the Vietnam War”
and other books on Vietnam,
all below. Use blog search box, upper
left.)
(Sorry John!)
Red Frog
November 8, 2015
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