Tuesday, July 29, 2025

Money Mania Makes a Man?

 “The Winter of Our Discontent” by John Steinbeck, 1961

(Spoilers Ahead)

This book helped Steinbeck earn the Nobel Prize for Literature.  It is not quite like his class struggle novels, but it does reflect the role money plays in warping people’s lives.  Ethan Allen Hawley is the central figure, a rock-ribbed former scion of a small whaling and fishing town on far Long Island, but whose father lost everything except the house Ethan and his family still live in. So he’s been reduced in class status, and is pitied by the whole community. 

Ethan is stuck working at a grocery store owned by a wealthy Sicilian.  His kids are irritated that they don’t have a car or TV and his sweet wife wants a few nicer things in life.  Everyone he knows thinks his famous honesty forbids him from getting ahead.  They cajole him into small versions of ‘normal’ dishonesty, as ‘everyone does it,’ including it seems the town fathers and also the vastly wealthy.  His son tells him the same, and that gets the kid into trouble.  Steinbeck notes that at the beginning of every fortune there is a crime, riffing off an earlier statement by Balzac.

It is 1960.  Ethan finally gets the message.  His plot to become rich gestates as the book slowly rolls along, each twist falling into place, but he has to hide his plan behind a screen of do-gooderism.  He has a friend who works at the local bank across the alley from his store, who tells him the fool-proof rules of bank-robbing as an aside. The owner of the bank lets slip that the ruling elite in the town are trying to buy a large plot of land for an airport, but his best, drunken friend unfortunately owns it. It will make them all very rich if they can get the property from him. His wealthy Sicilian boss berates him for not cutting corners with the customers.  The boss doesn’t understand that people come to the store because they trust Ethan.  A sexy neighbor and friend to his wife reads tarot cards to her and predicts Ethan will be very rich - and soon.  His wife believes her.  At the same time, Ethan calls the tarot reader a ‘witch’ because she seems to read his intentions.  Later he rejects her sexual advances.

Ethan went to Harvard and is a very educated talker; a joker and a rich quoter of literature in spite of being a grocery clerk. He also has keen psychological insight into himself and others and Steinbeck dwells on this inner monologue.  Ethan is sweet to his wife and sick of his son who is blasting pop tunes all day, planning to get rich too.  Ethan rejects a bribe of 5% to switch to a new food supplier. This gesture gets around town.  He refuses to use his wife’s inheritance of $7,000 for investments recommended by the owner of the bank, including participation in the real estate scheme.  His wife wants him to use the money somehow, but she has no idea of finance.  He always brings his teller buddy a sandwich, who leaves the back door of the bank open.  He visits his drunken friend and warns him to hold on to his large farm after he hears the bank president tried to bribe him to sign it over to the city bigwigs for the airport.   

Ethan and his teller buddy mull over the mystery of his Sicilian boss, who they think entered the U.S. after a federal block on immigration from Italy.  So he might be ‘illegal.’ After his boss hears about Ethan rejecting a kickback, his attitude towards Ethan changes – as if he’s never met an honest man.  He suddenly grows appreciative and even loans Ethan his car for a rare vacation.  Ethan suggests his boss travel to Sicily to visit family, something he hasn’t ever done.  After all he’s getting old, has bad arthritis and rarely visits the store, which is one of many businesses he owns. 

Ethan visits his drunken friend again in his sea-side shack, giving him $1,000 dollars of his wife’s money to get him to go clean at a clinic.  His friend agrees even though he tells Ethan that drunks always lie.

You might be able to patch together the nefarious plans yourself.  Yeah, someone makes a phone call to the FBI about an illegal immigrant.  Someone gets a signed affidavit and property transfer from a drunken friend, in gratitude.  The friend later dies in an alcoholic stupor.  The local powers-that-be are investigated for various crimes, perhaps after a tip-off.  An attempted bank robbery is interrupted before it can begin because of a kindly FBI agent carrying a message from a now kindly Sicilian boss. Ethan’s son wins a national contest about ‘Why I Love America,’ but it is later discovered he plagiarized the essay from famous people like Henry Clay and Abe Lincoln.

Ethan Allen, the honest man, ends up wealthy, and it almost kills him with guilt.  He knows the witch has figured out some of his secrets, and is threatening blackmail. As is repeatedly said by the banker and others, it takes ‘money to make money.’  Ethan only slowly accepts this mantra.  It is an argument for the continuation of a wealthy bourgeoisie and an immense amount of borrowing, while bankers pick up the interest and continue to be rich. 

The book is similar to Dreiser’s “An American Tragedy” about a working class man who drowns his girlfriend in order to get close to the bosses daughter, which to my mind IS the ‘Great American Novel.’  This book might be Steinbeck’s answer to “The Great Gatsby,” also set on a watery part of Long Island.  What money and class will do to people is something we see every day, and not just in the U.S. It is a literary theme that reappears consistently in class-conscious writing for obvious reasons.  

A slow, creepy story set in a seaside village, haunted by money and the past.  Steinbeck knows that ‘the American Dream’ of gaining wealth by any means necessary is key to understanding the U.S.  This story buffers that contention.

Prior reviews on this subject, use blog search box in an upper left corner, to investigate our 19 year archive, using these terms: “Steinbeck,” “Long Island,” “Gatsby.”   

And I got it at the Library, but May Day carries classic Left-wing fiction.  All you men who only read non-fiction, take note…

The Cultural Marxist / July 29, 2025

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