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- <title>
- Dec. 05, 1994: Books:Ethnic Writer Bears Witness
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
- Dec. 05, 1994 50 for the Future
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- ARTS & MEDIA/BOOKS, Page 96
- Ethnic Writer Bears Witness
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- <body>
- <p> Louis Auchincloss's stories chart the decline of a people
- </p>
- <p>By John Skow
- </p>
- <p> The moneyed, mannered east Coast upper class that Henry James
- described and Edith Wharton anatomized was an aristocracy in
- its own eyes, and a tribe of puffed-up burghers to the older
- and poorer nobilities of Europe. Its pretensions were exquisite
- and absurd, but for the few decades that the nation's financial
- strength was concentrated almost solely in New York City and
- Boston, its members had the power to impose their measures of
- status on the rest of the nation.
- </p>
- <p> By the time Louis Auchincloss came along to write such Jamesian,
- Whartonian novels of manners as The Rector of Justin and The
- Great World and Timothy Colt, the Society of Mrs. Astor's ballroom
- no longer meant much, except to itself. The European aristocracy
- that it had tried to emulate was moribund and more impoverished
- than ever, and in the U.S. there were simply too many circles
- of the rich and self-pleased--in the oil and entertainment
- industries, in politics, in the media business, among wealthy
- alumni of Midwestern cow colleges, lately in the computer industry--for any one social elite to retain its dominance, much less
- an elite that was running out of energy and wealth.
- </p>
- <p> So Auchincloss wrote about social decay, about the gradual bleeding
- of moral force and money from the old Protestant families of
- Manhattan. His Collected Stories (Houghton Mifflin; 465 pages;
- $24.95) were written from 1949 to the present, and their themes
- are remarkably consistent. Again and again, Auchincloss describes
- pale people who turn their faces, shuddering, from the modern
- world. His male protagonists are weak and bloodless, his women
- lumpy and conflicted. As a class, they have even lost their
- ability to breed. "A virgin to both sexes" is a confessional
- phrase used more than once, wryly but without regret, by his
- heroes. Some of them still have money--old, of course, because
- latching on to new money would require the burgerlich rapacity
- that their great-grandparents successfully hid. If they have
- professions, they are likely to be lawyers, ineffectual but
- tolerated in the old firms because their names are those of
- dead founding partners. But their only consistent strengths
- are snobbery and a watery kind of good taste.
- </p>
- <p> The author seems to have used these stories as sketches for
- longer fiction, and no single effort stands out as a masterpiece.
- There is a rough, unshaped quality to some of them not seen
- in his well-made novels, as if Auchincloss had simply stopped
- writing when an idea or character ran dry. But the collection
- as a whole is powerful and chilling. It is as harsh as anything
- in current literature, an expression of disgust and revulsion
- maintained over five decades. The author has written some 50
- books, is a lawyer from a wealthy old New York family, and his
- reiterated distaste for Society in decline seems too strong
- to be anything but personal. One of his characters is an elderly
- writer who grumbles, "Oh, I have a following yet, I grant. There
- are plenty of old girls and boys who still take me to the hospital
- for their hysterectomies and prostates. But...the young don't
- read me...Society is intent on becoming classless, and the
- novel of manners must deal with classes."
- </p>
- <p> True, and all the more reason that the caustic and readable
- Louis Auchincloss should be cherished as the last author who
- could write, not in parody, "Gridley and I did not become personal
- friends until my election to the Greenvale Country Club in 1934.
- I should admit here that election to this club was the social
- triumph of my life. I never could see why Pussy and the children
- found it stuffy."
- </p>
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