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I wondered how Orra would look, in what way she would do it, a girl like that going off, how she’d hold herself, her eyes, how she’d act towards me when it was over. She said she had never come with anyone at any time.
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That, too, excited her. She said, “I’m not as smart as you, Wiley. She called out, “Wiley, Wiley! It hurt her, her face looked like something made of stone, a monstrous carving; only her body was alive; her arms and legs were outspread and tensed and they beat or they innocencw weak and fluttering.
We stood naked by the window, silently watching the light change. Brodkey’s career began promisingly with the short-story collection First Love and Other Sorrowswhich received widespread critical praise at the time of its publication. Let me wait on you. We went for a walk, the air was plangent, there was the amazed and polite pleasure we had sometimes at merely haroold together.
I left the door unlatched; and I lay naked on my bed under a sheet. I will send you sacks of money. We had agreed to meet in my room, to get a little drunk cheaply before going out of dinner.
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Check date values in: I felt strained as at poker or roulette, sweaty and a little stupid, placing bets–with my innocenve waiting to see what the wheel ninocence, risking my money when no one forced me to, hoping things would go my way, and I wouldn’t turn out to have been stupid when this was over. Jesus, I loved it when she reacted to me.
After two thrusts, she collapsed, went flaccid, then toughened and readied herself again, rose a bit from the bed, aimed the flattened, mysteriously funnel-like container of her lower end at me, brodmey high, so that I had to pull her down with my hands on her butt or on her hipsl and her face, when I glanced at her beneath my lids, was fantastically pleasing, set, concentrated, busy, harassed; her body was strong, was stone, smooth stone and wet-satin paper bags and snaky webs, thin and alive, made of woven snakes that lived, thrown over the stone; she held the great, writhing-skinned stone construction toward me, the bony marvel, the half-dish of bone with its secretive, broxkey entrance, the place where I was — it was undefined, except for that: Orra She hadn’t come.
Brodkey had apparently decided to omit them from the novel, for when, inhe published The Runaway Soula very long novel pages dramatizing Wiley’s early life, no material from Stories in an Almost Classical Mode was haroold. I showed her no sentiment at all.
But her not being able to say no protected me from having so great a fear of sexual failure that I would not have been able to be worried about her pleasure, or to be concerned about her in bed. She said it was imposed as a measure by people who knew nothing about sex and judged women harolld.
She was slightly tearful, as I said, and gentle, and she held me in her arms after I came, and I said something like, “Don’t relax, I want to come again,” and she partly laughed, partly sighed, and was flattered, and said, innocenxe.
I could feel beads sliding and whispering and being strung together rustlingly in her; the disorder, the scattered or strewn sexual bits, to a very small extent, were being put in order.
Of her own accord. May 15, Will. I said, “Orra, it’s O.
It was dawn, as I said. Frank in all directions. A screaming child, an angel howling in the Godly sphere: It meant that when she said something on the order of “You’re very defensive,” I had to be a debater, her equal, take her seriously, and say, “How do you mean that? His stories received two first-place O. Then things will be even.
I had no money. I’d plug one-one-one, then one-two, one-two, then I’d go back to one-one-one: I told her that hadn’t been my experience. While we ate, she was silent; I said things but she had no comment to make; she ate very little; she folded her hands and smiled midly like some nineteenth century portrait of a handsome young mother.
I moved my hands to the corners of the mattress, and spread my legs; I braced myself with my hands and feet; and braced like that, free-handed in a way, drove into her; and the new posture, the feeling she must have had of being covered, and perhaps the difference in the thrust got to her; but Orra’s body began to set up a babble, a babble of response, then — I think the posture played on her mind. Orra said, or exclaimed, in half-harried, half-amazed voice, in a hugely admiring, gratuitous way, as she clutched at me in approval, “Wiley, I never had feelings like these before!
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Harold Brodkey, by Howard Coale for The New Yorker, 1995 | |
Born | October 25, 1930 Staunton, Illinois, U.S. |
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Died | January 26, 1996 (aged 65) |
Occupation | Writer |
Harold Brodkey (October 25, 1930 – January 26, 1996), born Aaron Roy Weintraub, was an American short-story writer and novelist.
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Life[edit]
Brodkey was the second child born in Staunton, Illinois, to Max Weintraub and Celia Glazer Weintraub (1899-1932); Samuel Weintraub (1928-2017) was their oldest child. He was Jewish. When their birth mother Celia died, Samuel Weintraub was four and old enough to remain with his father but Aaron Weintraub, only two years old, was adopted by his father's cousin, Doris Rubenstein Brodkey (1896-1949) and her husband, Joseph Brodkey (1896-1946) and renamed Harold Roy Brodkey. Doris and Joseph lived in University City, Missouri, with their daughter, Marilyn Ruth Brodkey (1923-2011). Brodkey would chronicle his life with his adoptive parents and sister in his short stories and his novel, The Runaway Soul.
After graduating from Harvard University with an A.B.cum laude in 1952, Brodkey married his first wife, Joanna Brown, a Radcliffe graduate and, in 1953 their only child, Ann Emily Brodkey was born. With the aid of his editor, William Maxwell, a childhood friend of his wife, Brodkey began his writing career by contributing short stories to The New Yorker and other magazines. His stories received two first-place O. Henry Awards. Brodkey was a staff writer for The New Yorker until the end of his life.
In 1993 he announced in The New Yorker that he had contracted AIDS; he later wrote This Wild Darkness: The Story of My Death (1996), about his battle with the disease. At the time of his death in 1996,[1] he was living in New York City with his second wife, novelist Ellen Brodkey (née Schwamm). Brodkey contracted the HIV virus from a homosexual relationship, though he reportedly did not consider himself to be gay.[2]
The author is most famous for his breathtaking conversational skills, his progressively more complex text and for taking 32 years to complete his much anticipated first novel, published in 1991 as The Runaway Soul.
Literary career[edit]
Brodkey's career began promisingly with the short-story collection First Love and Other Sorrows, which received widespread critical praise at the time of its 1958 publication.
Six years later he signed a book contract with Random House for his first novel, tentatively titled 'A Party of Animals' (it was also referred to as 'The Animal Corner'). The unfinished novel was subsequently resold to Farrar, Straus & Giroux in 1970, then to Knopf in '79. As a Paris Review interview noted, 'The work became something of an object of desire for editors; it was moved among publishing houses for what were rumored to be ever-increasing advances, advertised as a forthcoming title (Party of Animals) in book catalogs, expanded and ceaselessly revised, until its publication seemed an event longer awaited than anything without theological implications.'[3] In 1983 the Saturday Review referred to 'A Party of Animals' as 'now reportedly comprising 4,000 pages and announced as forthcoming 'next year' every year since 1973.'[4]
During this period, Brodkey published a number of stories, most of them in The New Yorker, that dealt with a set of recurring characters—the evidently autobiographical Wiley Silenowicz and his adoptive family—and which were announced as fragments of the novel. His editor at Knopf, Gordon Lish, called the novel in progress 'the one necessary American narrative work of this century.'[5] Literary critic Harold Bloom declared: 'If he's ever able to solve his publishing problems, he'll be seen as one of the great writers of his day.'[6]
In addition to publishing, Brodkey earned a living during this period by writing television pilot scripts for NBC, and teaching at Cornell University. Three long stories from 'A Party of Animals' were collected in Women and Angels (1985), and a larger number, including those three, appeared in 1988's Stories in an Almost Classical Mode. Brodkey had apparently decided to omit them from the novel, for when, in 1991, he published The Runaway Soul, a very long novel (835 pages) dramatizing Wiley's early life, no material from Stories in an Almost Classical Mode was included. The novel seems to be either 'A Party of Animals' under a new title or the first volume of an eventual multivolume work. Brodkey made some comments that suggested the latter.
Brodkey's second novel, Profane Friendship, appeared in 1994.
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Criticism[edit]
From the beginning of his career, Brodkey accrued detractors. Reviewing First Love for The Christian Science Monitor, Melvin Maddocks wrote that 'a sense of vital, untampered-with conflict is missing. These stories seem too patly, too cautiously worked out. They are Japanese-garden fiction with every pebble in place.' A critic for The Atlantic Monthly similarly complained that Brodkey 'appears to be the kind of artist committed to working in the minor key which The New Yorker has made fashionable.'[7]
Kirkus Reviews called Stories in an Almost Classical Mode an 'endless kvetch.'[8] In The New Criterion, Bruce Bawer found the book's tone to be 'extraordinarily arrogant and self-obsessed.' He further wrote, 'Brodkey is so fixated upon the tragic memories of his childhood and youth that he has virtually no sense of proportion about them. In one story after another, he offers up pages of gratuitous detail, straining, it seems, to squeeze every last drop of significance out of every last inane particular.'[7] Later, in assessing The Runaway Soul, Bawer wrote, 'The plain fact is that 99 percent of the prose here is gawky, aimless, repetitive, murky, and pretentious—and there are few more unenviable literary experiences than having to read over eight hundred pages of it.' He concluded that the novel was 'one of the literary fiascos of all time.'[9]
'Entering The Runaway Soul,' wrote Christopher Lehmann-Haupt in The New York Times, 'is like arriving at a monthlong house party and being accosted at the door by your host, who sticks his mouth in your face and begins to talk.' Lehmann-Haupt found the book to be replete with 'bogus philosophizing' and 'paradoxical non-art,' with prose that was 'verbose, repetitive, overstuffed with adverbs, of questionable sense, tedious and just plain ugly.'[10] In The American Scholar, Michael Dirda criticized the novel's 'consummate, unmitigated tedium.'[11]
Regarding This Wild Darkness, Brenda Bracker in The Baltimore Sun criticized the 'long and self-indulgent stretches of the author's much-touted mystical prose' and wrote that 'watching Brodkey watch himself die by inches becomes, ultimately, tedious.'[12]
Several weeks after Brodkey announced in The New Yorker in 1993 that he was suffering from AIDS, the Pulitzer Prize-winning poet Richard Howard wrote in The New Republic that the disclosure was 'a matter of manipulative hucksterism, of mendacious self-propaganda and cruel assertion of artistic privilege, whereby death is made a matter of public relations.'[13]
In reviewing Brodkey's essay collection Sea Battles on Dry Land for The New York Times, Wendy Steiner wrote that although the anthology 'does contain some very good sentences,' others were 'unspeakable,' e.g. 'A car simply is too weak and too complex to be a good symbol, since neither does it plow, and it does not weep either.' Moreover, 'Brodkey's philosophizing alternates between deconstruction-rivaling nonsense and delusional pieties.'[14]Kirkus Reviews complained that in these 'self-involved, prolix' essays, 'Brodkey seems to be parodying both himself and The New Yorker.' Among the offending examples cited were 'a superannuated New Journalism style piece on the Academy Awards,' 'pompously irrelevant analyses of the 1992 presidential campaign,' and 'preciously insubstantial vignettes' for The New Yorker's 'Talk of the Town' section.[15] 'If, for some reason, you consider yourself a New York intellectual, Sea Battles on Dry Land might encourage you to secede from the tribe,' wrote Susie Linfield in her review of the book for The New York Observer. 'When [Brodkey] is bad, he is very, very bad, and he is very, very bad quite often. Sea Battles is filled with whoppers: misstatements, overstatements, nonstatements and statements that are silly, false or incomprehensible.'[16]
Bibliography[edit]
Short-story collections[edit]
- First Love and Other Sorrows (1958, ISBN0-8050-6010-3)
- Women and Angels (1985, ISBN0-8276-0250-2) (3 stories, all later included in his 1988 collection).
- Stories in an Almost Classical Mode (1988, ISBN0-679-72431-1)
- The World is the Home of Love and Death (1997, ISBN0-8050-5999-7)
Novels[edit]
- The Runaway Soul (1991, ISBN0-374-25286-6)
- Profane Friendship (1994, ISBN0-374-52973-6)
Non-fiction[edit]
- This Wild Darkness: The Story of My Death (1996, ISBN0-8050-4831-6)
- My Venice (1998, ISBN0-8050-4833-2)
- Sea Battles on Dry Land: Essays (1999, ISBN0-8050-6052-9)
References[edit]
- ^Dinitia Smith (January 27, 1996). 'Harold Brodkey, 65, New Yorker Writer And Novelist, Dies of Illness He Wrote About'. The New York Times.
- ^Brodkey, Harold (7 February 1994). 'Dying: An Update'. The New Yorker. Retrieved 28 October 2015.
- ^Paris Review, Winter, 1991.
- ^Saturday Review (U.S. magazine), December 1983.
- ^Newsweek, November 18, 1991.
- ^Time, November 25, 1991.
- ^ ab'A genius for publicity by Bruce Bawer - The New Criterion'. newcriterion.com. Retrieved 2015-09-01.
- ^'an endless kvetch'. https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/harold-brodkey-2/stories-in-an-almost-classical-mode/#review
- ^'Image: big&bad5.jpg, (1696 × 2200 px)'. brucebawer.com. Archived from the original on 2015-07-16. Retrieved 2015-09-01.
- ^Lehmann-Haupt, Christopher (November 11, 1991). 'Books of The Times; Long in the Making, a Long Book About One Mind'. The New York Times.
- ^https://theamericanscholar.org/a-positively-final-appearance/#.VoEeEShbzzI
- ^'Harold Brodkey's 'Darkness' -- journal of dying - tribunedigital-baltimoresun'. articles.baltimoresun.com. Retrieved 2015-09-01.
- ^'Harold Brodkey, 65, New Yorker Writer And Novelist, Dies of Illness HeWrote About - NYTimes.com'. nyti.ms. Retrieved 2015-09-01.
- ^'Teeming Isolation'. nyti.ms. 1999-05-09. Retrieved 2015-09-01.
- ^'SEA BATTLES ON DRY LAND by Harold Brodkey | Kirkus'. kirkusreviews.com. Retrieved 2015-09-01.
- ^http://observer.com/1999/04/the-late-immortal-brodkey-a-hollow-core-at-the-center/
External links[edit]
- 'People: Harold Brodkey', The New York Times
- James Linville (Winter 1991). 'Harold Brodkey, The Art of Fiction No. 126'. Paris Review.