and blueberry gems, and a couple of novelists who, although they wrote like dogs (according to the poets), had made packets, which, because they were decently (and properly) humble, they were complimented to share with the rarer breed.
No more glamorous poet-figure than Theron Maybank, who attracts women with his âbrilliant talk and dark good looks somehow reminiscent of the young Nathaniel Hawthorneâ a casual anti-Semite (âI would never have a Jew as a close friendâ) who nonetheless betrays his desperately vulnerable wife with a zaftig Jewish beauty, encourages her incipient alcoholism and hurtles her âoff the brink on which [she] had hovered for so long into a chasm.â This late story of Staffordâs reads like recklessly disguised memoir, giving off sparks of raw, pained vitality in counterpoint to the more detached rhythms of âA Country Love Story,â its obvious predecessor, concluding with the most poignant of ritual deaths:
We had killed Pretty Baby and killed her kittens. Theron himself had put them in a gunnysack and weighted it with stones and had rowed halfway out to Loon Islet and dropped them among the perch and the pickerel.
Stafford is at her brilliant and tragic best in the unnerving mode of domestic Gothicism, but, elsewhere, sheâs enormously funny, capable of withering satiric portraits as pitilessas those by Mary McCarthy, with whom she shares a zestful disdain for hypocrisy, pretension, and feminine âniceness.â The Manhattan-based stories âChildren Are Bored on Sundays,â âBeatrice Truebloodâs Story,â and âThe End of a Careerâ portray social types who verge upon caricature, while the obese, gluttonous egotist Ramona Dunn of âThe Echo and the Nemesisâ is a clownish type who shocks us with her sudden humanity. (Is Ramona an incest victim? Stafford seems to hint so, with admirable subtlety.) Lottie Jump, the aptly named shoplifter-friend of eleven-year-old Emily Vanderpool of âBad Characters,â is a bold, brash daughter of Oklahoma migrant workers whose humanity registers upon us belatedly; so too, Angelica Early of âThe End of a Career,â who is blinded by the worldâs admiring yet condescending attention, fails to develop a personality and is devastated by even the first, mild ravages of aging: âher heart, past mending, had stopped.â (A virtual word-for-word replication of the ending of Jamesâs The Turn of the Screw .) Several of Staffordâs memorable stories elude definition, striking a chord somewhere between comedy and horror: in âCops and Robbers,â the drunken, bullying father of five-year-old Hannah takes her to a barber to have her beautiful long hair shorn, as a way of punishing her mother with whom he has a quarrel; in âThe Captainâs Gift,â the elderly, genteel widow of an army general receives from her grandson, an army captain stationed in Germany in the early 1940s, an unexplained, alarming gift: âa braid of golden hairâ¦cut off cleanly at the nape of the neck, and so long it must have hung below her waist.â
The impersonal pronoun her , unobtrusively inserted here, is a typically chilling Stafford touch.
In her wittily ironic view of humanity, Jean Stafford is reminiscent of Jonathan Swift for whom humankind was divided about evenly into âfoolsâ and âknavesâânaive victims, evil aggressors. Staffordâs indignation is hardly less savage than Swiftâs, though the terms of her moral satire are likely to be realistic. Her most mordant story, âA Modest Proposal,â takes its title from Swiftâs famous satire, providing, in a milieu of rich Caucasian tourists in the Caribbean, the most extreme image in Staffordâs fiction: the âperfectly cooked boyââa native, black baby victim of a house fireâoffered to the racist Captain Sundstrom by a jovial friend:
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