Perhaps the most effectively lasting vanishing act in American literature is the disappearance of James Gould Cozzens (1903-78) from bookstores, libraries, syllabi and reader consciousness. I’ve read with pleasure three of Cozzens’ thirteen novels – Castaway (1934), The Just and the Unjust (1942) and Guard of Honor (1948). That third title, which copped the Pulitzer Prize in 1949 (for once, they got it right), I’m reading for the third time.
Cozzens’ removal can be attributed, in part, to the
changing tastes of the reading public, though such monumental shifts are
difficult to document. One suspects “dumbing down” has something to do with it.
Easier to identify is the odious Dwight McDonald’s review of By Love Possessed published in Commentary in 1958. Ten years ago in the
same journal, my late friend David Myers launched another salvage effort,
calling Cozzens “America’s best forgotten novelist” and describing McDonald’s
review as “the deadliest critical hit job in history.” McDonald was a fashion-minded
snob who sniffed at so-called “middlebrow” culture.
Another Cozzens reclamation project was undertaken
by Joseph Epstein in 1983, also in Commentary.
Of McDonald’s review he writes: “It was a toasting, a roasting, a pasting, a
lambasting, a drawing and quartering—well, you have to imagine a death by
broad-ax and tweezers. Not since the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre has there
been so efficient a piece of work. I for one was put off by it from reading
Cozzens for a full quarter of a century.”
In contrast to McDonald’s snotty hatchet job,
Whitney Balliett celebrated Cozzens and By
Love Possessed in his 1957 review in The
Saturday Review. The novel’s publication, he writes, “is brilliant, if rather
staggering, proof—its nearly six hundred pages, about eight years in the writing,
reveal a first-rate mind laboring at full-tilt—that its author has become the
most mature, honest, painstaking, and technically accomplished American
novelist alive.”
Balliett is best known as the longtime jazz writer
for The New Yorker. No one wrote better
about that indigenous American art form. Some enterprising publisher ought to
collect his non-jazz writing and combine it with the best of his music profiles
and reviews in a thoughtfully edited selected volume. Library of America, are
you listening? More than twenty years ago, in his immediate post-New Yorker era, I remember several of his
reviews in The New York Review of Books
– of God’s Perfect Child: Living and
Dying in the Christian Science Church by Caroline Fraser and, especially, Guard of Honor when it was reissued by
Modern Library.
I love reading Borges and Nabokov, but consistency
is overrated when it comes to literature (and much else). I also love reading
Cozzens, which brings up another reputation in need of reclamation, John O’Hara,
especially his short stories. The Library of America has published two volumes
of O’Hara’s work. Why not Cozzens?
2 comments:
Haven't read Cozzens, although your recommendation means I will keep an eye out at the next library booksale. I have to say, though, that McDonald's "hatchet job" made me laugh like a sick hyena, especially "... pedantic Latinisms, strange beasts that are usually kept behind the zoo bars of Webster’s Unabridged."
The only Cozzens I've read is Castaway, which I rather liked, but then I rather Like Dwight MacDonald too (like him or not, we at can least extend him the courtesy of getting his name right.) I think he was less a snob (much less a fashion-minded one) than a born contrarian. Like everyone else, such people will sometimes call fair balls foul. He did produce one priceless piece of crystalline good sense, his review of the Warren Report. It's so well-argued that for me it remains an impregnable bulwark against conspiricist nonsense.
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