The Mailer Review/Volume 3, 2009/A British View: Mailer’s American Language

of Mailer since
2002, Andrew Wilson (who trained at the University of Essex) sets out to
define from a British perspective the peculiarly American qualities in the
work. In building his central thesis of “[Mailer’s] crafting of various American voices . . . to define American identity during the post-war period,” he
chooses to do a close exegesis of ten representative major works, from The Naked and the Dead (1948) to Harlot’s Ghost (1991). In the process, he cites
(and appreciates) much of the body of Mailer scholarship that has emerged
over the past forty years and sets Mailer within the context of American literary antecedents (Henry Adams, Hemingway, Dos Passos) and contemporaries (Didion, Burroughs, Capote).
Wilson’s primary goal is to delineate the American language of Mailer’s
novels, from the New York vulgate of Barbary Shore (1951) to the Texas argot
of Why Are We in Vietnam? (1967) to the flat westernisms of The Executioner’s Song (1979). In his Introduction, he sets forth the criteria by which he has
established the parameters of his study: “This book is an analysis of the
American vernacular in Norman Mailer’s literature. Mailer’s bid to carve out
an American language or idiom is central to each chapter” He goes on to
define the reasons for choosing the works to be discussed and for omitting
others. Of those published by 2007, he dismisses the four biographies and five omnibus collections of various genres. “Nor does work set beyond the
borderlines of the United States . . . receive an extended analysis.” These are,
of course, Ancient Evenings (1983), The Gospel According to the Son (1997)
and The Fight (1975). The rationale behind not considering the first two is
obvious, as they have non-American characters, and hence voices; but The
Fight, though set in Zaire, is populated principally by American characters.
So, too, are Tough Guys Don’t Dance (1984) and The Deer Park (1955) relegated to peripheral consideration. We are, then, presented with substantive chapter-length treatments of the ten books which he discusses in
chronological order of publication, interspersed with pertinent references to
some of the other works.
Wilson begins his treatment of The Naked and the Dead with a pointed
reminder of how one of Hearn’s statements about the neo-fascist officers on
Anopopei anticipates the first lines of Allen Ginsberg’s Howl by eight years,
and thus firmly plants Mailer in alignment with the Beats: “By their very
existence they had warped the finest minds, the most brilliant talents of
Hearn’s generation into something sick.”
He goes on to pay the usual attention to the naturalistic bias of the novel,
although he hazards the statement, difficult to defend, that Mailer wrote in
a naturalistic rather than modernistic vein for years afterwards: “His preference for naturalism over modernism made Mailer, in critical quarters, an
outmoded figure throughout his career.” I would suggest that every novel
after Naked was a step toward the fully formed modern and existential vision
of An American Dream and all successive work.
Barbary Shore (1951) presents the opportunity for Wilson to consider the
New York idiom of this novel and An American Dream. He points out that
one third of Mailer’s works are set in the “North East and Mid-Atlantic states” and the two aforementioned in New York. He gives Mailer the credit and
stature of being “a universal or representative American beyond a regional
writer,” but continues with the reservation that “his journeys across the
country and among its people were relatively short-lived,” a position supported only by the fact that “Large areas of the country are neither described
nor referred to in his books—the Pacific North West, the Rocky Mountains,
the Great Plains and the South.” Aside from the fact that William Faulkner
structured a Nobel Prize-winning body of work upon Yoknapatawpha
County in every work but A Fable, I would suggest that Mailer’s treatment of
the American continent is comprehensive as well as paradigmatic.
In Barbary Shore, Wilson sees Mikey Lovett as “a model of the isolated,
anonymous New Yorker” provided by Mailer with existential choice, but
hamstrung by a paranoia that echoes the novelist’s own. To Wilson’s credit,
he segues into a discussion of Sergius O’Shaugnessy and California in The Deer Park (1955), despite his own earlier disclaimer about not treating the latter novel at length.
As an aside, I must remark that no character in Mailer’s work is more
shuffled about temporally than Sergius, who of course was a pilot in the
Korean War before gravitating to Desert D’Or, California. When Mailer produced The Deer Park: A Play in New York in 1967, many critics assumed that Sergius’s war experience with napalming civilians was a blatantly cheap reference to Vietnam. Wilson, instead, describes him as a World War II pilot. This I will place in a minor file of errors Wilson makes (as do we all): Croft,
not Red, kills the captured Japanese soldier in Naked, Hennessy is killed not
by a grenade, but artillery shrapnel, etc. But these minor factual errors are
negligible in light of the perceptions Wilson casts upon Mailer’s total body of work.
The end of Chapter Two on Barbary Shore is portentous, for it introduces
the language and vision of Mailer’s most autobiographical novel, An American Dream: “Although the New York vernacular is only one of several regional dialects in Mailer’s fiction, it is the most recurrent, and the most identifiable with the man himself.” Thus, In his third chapter, on An American Dream (1965), Wilson continues in his distinction between a Brooklyn and Manhattan vision and idiom, and pays the usual attention to the distinction between The American Dream and An American Dream. I won’t belabor that dead horse further here. But Wilson is forceful and largely correct (if a bit harsh) in his judgement that “In An American Dream, Mailer foregrounds his life, as Whitman had, through an inflated version of his life in the
character of Rojack.” Wilson goes on to insist that “The dream of the title is
Mailer’s dream world.” and that this explains the use of the indefinite article
in the title. The implication, as Wilson catalogs parallels between Mailer and
Rojack, plus “fantasies” by and “salutations” of the latter, is that the book is an
exercise in self-aggrandizement or, insofar as Wilson sees it as a parallel to the
1960 stabbing of Adele Morales, “This lends the novel a defiant spirit rather
than a mood of expiation.” Further, in comparing Rojack to Camus’ Meursault and Didion’s Maria Wyeth, Wilson claims that “Rojack is not presented
with their general indifference. Mailer pleads not for readers’ understanding but rather their approval of his protagonist’s stance, morality and acts.”
This claim of authorial intention is a tall order to substantiate, especially in
light of the eloquently disarming 1998 statement by Mailer, “The Shadow of
the Crime: A Word from the Author,” in The Time of Our Time. 
As to the language of Dream, Wilson fairly quotes John Aldridge and
Richard Poirier in their position that the novel “represented a landmark in
American literary speech,” then disagrees strongly with them. He accuses
Mailer of “anti-intellectualism,” compares aspects of Dream to “a 1960s
b-movie or comic strip,” and concludes that it “devises an interior universe,
at an advanced level, where nothing is valued beyond the self, nothing
applies.” Although he quotes Mailer as calling Dream his best work “sentence for sentence” in The Spooky Art (2003), Wilson discounts this assessment. Needless to say, I and many others would strongly concur with Mailer.
In Chapter Four on Why Are We in Vietnam (1967),“Mailer’s most Freudian novel,” Wilson explains how “Mailer characterises a lawless hunting trip as an alternative to anarchic warfare,” and calls the novel “Mailer’s version of the virgin land reduced to a wasteland.” Drawing parallels to Thoreau, Horatio Alger, and most importantly, William Burroughs, Wilson draws the usual conclusions about Mailer’s intent to discredit the political reasoning behind the Vietnam War. As to language, he deals with D.J.’s black and Texan alter
egos, and concludes that his “speech is a hybrid of well-defined regional
voices and technologies.” He considers the intentional disregard for conventional grammar and syntax “an act of literary anarchism.” As few would disagree, he perceives that “Mailer considers the hunt and war as obscene, and
as a consequence, aligns rather than differentiates obscene-war from
obscene-language.” In short, the chapter cogently recapitulates the most
common readings of the novel, but breaks little new ground.
In Chapter Five, The Armies of the Night (1968), Wilson points out the obvious indebtedness in point of view to Henry Adams and more strikingly refers to Mailer’s “literary nod to Gertrude Stein’s The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas.” He goes on to analyze the style Mailer chose for Armies:
Making the easy segue from Armies to Miami and the Siege of Chicago (1968) in Chapter Six, Wilson makes the unequivocal and certainly defensible statement that “Beyond any religious, philosophical or aesthetic standpoint, Norman Mailer is a political writer and political figure.” After a brief, cogent recapitulation of the political contexts of the first two novels, he concludes that “The critical backlash against Barbary Shore and The Deer Park . . . hastened Mailer’s move from literature to politics.” Wilson continues with a history of Mailer’s political writings from The Presidential Papers (1963) through Miami and Chicago and Saint George and the Godfather (1972), giving him due credit for pioneering the New Journalism. Yet, true to his subtitle to Chapter Six: “Confessional Prose,” he goes on to focus on this aspect of Miami, Armies, and Advertisements for Myself (1959). After drawing the obvious (and hardly new} parallel between the latter and Fitzgerald’s “The Crack-Up,” he makes some perceptive judgments on Mailer as confessional writer, as in this comparison of Mailer and Robert Lowell in Armies:
Yet it is in his seventh chapter, on Of a Fire on the Moon (1971) that Wilson brings the vectors of several literary sub-genres together: the political,
the confessional, the novelistic. To begin with, he sees Armies, Miami and Fire
as a “trilogy” of “documentary novels.” Despite Tom Wolfe’s charges that Mailer concentrated on the external aspects of NASA’s spectacular achievement and on their resonance within Mailer himself, rather than exploring “the points of view . . . of the astronauts themselves,” (which, by the way, I
believe he did), Wilson sees a major achievement here:
Wilson, who goes on to draw parallels to Whitman’s Leaves of Grass and yet again to The Education of Henry Adams, is clearly not slow to praise Mailer any more than he is to denigrate him (as in the Dream chapter) but I am frankly surprised at the profound admiration expressed in this case, since Fire is, it seems to me, dwarfed by many of Mailer’s other works. As to the language of Fire, Wilson feels that “Mailer’s confidence in his use of an American vernacular marks a summit in Of a Fire on the Moon.”
Yet it is on the heels of such praise, in the conclusion to Chapter Seven, that Wilson signals the disparagement he sees in Mailer’s books of the 1970s, which he believes “clarify the change in his literary role, no longer a participant . . . in the history of his country, his political commitment . . . lessened, a sign of defeat, or apathy replacing energy.”
And it is in Chapter Eight: The Prisoner of Sex (1971) that he begins to flesh out this judgment. If there is a chapter in this book, a critical opinion, a targeted text, on which I disagree with Wilson, it’s on The Prisoner of Sex, second only to those on An American Dream. Despite Wilson’s conviction that Prisoner signals the beginning of an artistic decline by Mailer in the 1970s, despite his assumption that it exemplifies “Mailer’s narcissism,” I remain convinced that the book is an eloquent statement of Mailer’s commitment to the irrational but soul-sustaining magic in heterosexual love, presented with frequent self-deprecating humor. Consider this passage regarding “The Myth of the Vaginal Orgasm.”
Wilson, too, sees the “self-lacerating humour” evident in Prisoner, but dismisses it as a calculated tactic to “[gain] the reader’s confidence.” Yet as to the language of the book, “Even those who opposed Mailer’s standing in The Prisoner of Sex agreed that the prose, to use a term applied repeatedly, ‘sung.
Ultimately, Wilson’s problem with Prisoner may lie in Mailer’s identification with Hemingway’s literary predilections, with the result that they both “glorify, in the cases of The Fight or The [sic] Green Hills of Africa, the place men could occupy over women in their homeland.” and the consequent creation of a “male vernacular.” But even here, Wilson looks ahead to the great work to be discussed in his next chapter: “Hemingway coveted an authentic speech which Mailer later found in his narration for The Executioner’s Song, a prose that does not break with the spoken word of the working man or working woman” In Chapter Nine, Wilson concurs with virtually every literate person (including the Pulitzer Prize Committee) that The Executioner’s Song is to be acknowledged as a masterpiece, bringing a close to Mailer’s works of the 1970s:
Another issue discussed in this chapter is the comparison between Executioner and In Cold Blood: “Capote charged Mailer with having ‘stolen’ his non-fiction novel technique” and Capote may have incorporated a greater implied judgment on the death penalty itself. Ultimately, however, Wilson lauds the fact that “Mailer’s lean prose is a representation of the minimalist, purifying tendencies in American society.”
In Chapter Ten, Wilson deals with Harlot’s Ghost, the massive novel which Mailer considered his best (a judgment which I frequently disputed with him in favor of An American Dream). It is clear to Wilson, as to everyone (including Mailer) that the book is flawed in its very lack of completion and hence resolution. The novel grew out of a 1983 trip to Russia to gather material for a contracted autobiography. It comes as no surprise to anyone who knew Mailer’s insistence on changing direction as his subconscious led him, that the novel rather than the autobiography resulted.
With the exception of few critical studies (Michael Glenday’s among them), there is little available as yet in the way of extended analysis of Harlot’s Ghost. Wilson sees it, since it is narrated/written in defiance of Harry Hubbard’s CIA contract, as “[defining] itself as a defiant literature.” Further, as in the cases of the Bible and the Torah, the epic-sized manuscript is the word of the ruling powers in the universe, a novel of the political right, an authoritarian literature, produced for an obedient faithful.
Wilson points out that given the omissions left to be dealt with in the projected second volume: seventeen years to cover, incorporating the unification of the Omega and Alpha files, Watergate, Harlot’s crippling rock-climbing accident, Hubbard’s role in Vietnam and so on, the book as envisioned was “potentially veering to an unmarketable two-thousand pages.” Accepting, as we all must, the structural limitations of the novel, Wilson again presents useful perceptions about the language of the book: a “New England vernacular” reminiscent of Fitzgerald, “steeped in English literary mannerisms.”
In his Conclusion, Wilson summarizes what he has repeatedly proven throughout his close critical study of Mailer’s work: that the major historical events and the various vernaculars of America have provided the novelist with his subject matter and language, and above all with the inspiration, rage, love and language of an American: “Mailer has an American writer’s sense of self—the song of the self as a verdict on the condition on national life. To intervene, to debate, to channel the national life . . . is the source of his success in writing ‘America.
I would agree, and add that Wilson has succeeded in illuminating this, the sometimes ineffable quality of Norman Mailer’s American identity. This book, then, is a welcome addition to the existing body of Mailer criticism.
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