Showing posts with label cooke. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cooke. Show all posts

Thursday, December 3, 2015

#217 The Sugar-Tit- Carolyn Cooke


#217 The Sugar-Tit- Carolyn Cooke

Jack and Giddy lived in proper New England society. Right about there is usually where I start to lose interest in such stories. However, this one kept me interested. It wasn’t about the society as much as the strong and noble spirit of Giddy.

She had a healthy and rightful disdain for the men in her life: “Since she could remember, Giddy had washed out handkerchiefs full of stuff from men’s noses. First het father’s nose, then Jack’s”

“Most of the ailanthuses had been chopped down years ago because their blossoms stank and fouled the old cisterns on the roofs. But it turned out the flowers of the female had no scent; the rankness was in the males.”

As for Jack himself, “He was a wild inconsolable, enthusiast.” Always working on some outlandish business scheme like selling crayons to children in England. He wasn’t loveless and like everyone else, adored Giddy, but he was a philanderer and loved someone else. But in society life, you let such things go, unsaid. And so, she was a dutiful wife and he the tragic husband:

“He looked at her tragically, to remind her (she supposed) that he was a tragic man, a failure in business, and unfaithful;  none of his passions were perfectly requited.”

He had a Grecian heart, but he “Lived to suffer.” These qualities that her father believed made him undeserving of his daughter later made him like his son-in-law better than Giddy herself. She outlasts them all, however, stoic, loyal and hopeful.


Rating: 8-7-7-8 Total= 30

Friday, August 21, 2015

#113 Eating Dirt- Carolyn Cooke


#113 Eating Dirt- Carolyn Cooke

This story appeared in the 1998 O. Henry Prize Stories collection. This is my first time reading Cooke.

There isn’t much I find in this story to like. We find ourselves at summer family picnic with two distinct sides of the family. They appear to be poor, very poor, dirt eating poor. The visiting family is catty, petty, judgmental, especially the grandma.

Grand has a new grandson, Troy, she hasn’t seen, noticed, or cares to know about. When she finds out about him, she goes into a drunken rage, having to be held back. She even goes so far as threatening to shoot people. Her rant is so convincing people hide the frightened Troy, not sure what kind of damage Grand is actually capable of.

Even to the very end, these characters are superficial and the ones we know the most about become loathsome. There is no redemption or moment of familial warmth. I’m not exactly sure why we needed to read about these people.

Notable Passage: “I think my life was more real to me when I was six than it is now.”