Book Review: Cancel All Our Vows by John D. MacDonald (1953)

Well, I bought a used library paperback copy of this book from the St. Louis County Library as a discard, so I only paid a quarter for it. On the other hand, it is a used library copy of a paperback, so I am making no great investment in my personal collection. Still, I had not seen the book before, and I love John D. McDonald’s Travis McGee books and most of his other books (if you’re currently holed up in Florida, I heartily recommend you ride out the storm with Condominium).

This book precedes the heyday of John D. MacDonald’s writing career. The earliest McGee novel hits the scene in 1964, and McGee will lament about the migration to Florida that takes place when air conditioners become prevalent. Cancel All Our Vows precedes that era; the main male character is an executive, and the storyline takes place in a heat wave from which the characters retreat.

Unlike most of MacDonald’s other novels, this book is not crime fiction–a distinction blurred purposefully by the paperback publisher, who puts a gun on the cover even though one does not discharge anywhere in the book (what would Checkov say? Not, “Pardon me, we’re looking for the nuclear wessels–that’s another Checkov, you damn kids).

This book reminds me more of Valley of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susann. Both deal with attitudes about adultery and marriage, and both are set in the decade after World War II–although Cancel All Our Vows was written 13 years before Valley of the Dolls.

This book deals with said executive, having a midlife crisis (both he and his wife are getting old–they’re in their thirties! Undertakers are standing by!). When he meets the wife of a man he’s just hired, he starts thinking that cheating might be the answer to his emotional doldrums. He’s got a good house, a good wife, good job, good kids, the good life, but he’s missing something. Something illicit sex might provide. His wife notices and thinks about a fling of her own. Unfortunately, at the last minute she decides she doesn’t want to fling, but the college boy forces his attention on her, and they’re all flung. So she’s an adultress in her mind and in her husband’s, and then he goes with the little twitcher who drew his attention in the first chapter, and they drop peyote or something after she talks all crazy about opening the doors to the darkness of their souls, and woo doggy.

At times I felt bad for the main characters, and at other times I wished that maybe some deserved violence would come. But it didn’t, and the book ends on a more hopeful note than Valley of the Dolls.

These books are most interesting to me for the insights they offer into the mindsets of the past. These sort of conundrums continue to occur–Heather and I watched Lost in Translation last night, and some of the themes are similar–but the characters react so differently based on society’s expectations at the time. Interesting.

Which is about the most resounding endorsement I can give this book. Don’t pick it up expecting a crime book, no matter what Fawcett wants you to think. The ploy must have worked, for this paperback I have is dated 1987, some 43 years after its first printing, and it’s because John D. MacDonald wrote the book, not because the book grips readers that much.

The end.

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Hope Is

The campaign worker, whose name badge indicated she was Ms. Kerry Edwards, walking up the driveway, past the pick-up truck with the American Flag, Green Bay Packers, and two George W. Bush stickers on it to rap on the door politely and ask Ms. Heather was home.

No, I told her, the Bush Cheney volunteer of the house was not home.

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Filling the Litany

This morning, as I was taking my empties to the recycling facility so that they could hold beer again, I heard John F. Kerry’s response to the presidential radio address, where in Senator Marrybucks said:

Parents are sitting at kitchen tables and wondering how they’re going to make ends meet: How they’re going to buy back-to-school clothes this week, and still pay last week’s doctor bill. How they’re going to make this months [sic] mortgage payment, and still cover next semester’s tuition. And whether they’re going to be able to save for retirement or just have enough left over for a night at the movies.

Undoubtedly, some people will rejoice that John Kerry can get down rhetorically with the commen proletariat and empathize with their psychological discomfort. Unfortunately, John Kerry, in the interest of time, cut some of the best parts of his litany.

We here at mFBJN have done some crack investigative journalism, and by that I mean our staff did a little dumpster diving outside of JFK2HQ in our constant effort to find discarded 3/4 full bottles of Pierre Ferrand Ancestrale Cognac, Pappy Van Winkle’s Family Reserve Bourbon, or Jameson 15 Year Pot Still Irish Whiskey (discarded because the freshly-opened bottle “just tastes better”) or unshredded credit card slips (which you think this crack investigative staff would prefer to find is for you to judge, gentle reader). In addition to a cool pair of cuff links, our staff found a list of the dilemmas that John Kerry cut to make his speech fit.

These dilemmas that John Kerry cut from his empathy for the hoi polloi include:

  • A $6000 road bike to ride during a single photo op, or a good used car to drive for four years or until it stops running.

    That six thousand dollars can only be spent one way, friends. You want to know the strata of used cars? $6000 and up, or anything you buy from a new car dealer is a good used car; anything $1000 and up that you can buy from a used car lot is a questionable used car, anything over $200 that you get from the classifieds which runs for a year or maybe two if you’re not afraid of brakeless driving is a fair used car, and anything you buy for $49 as salvage with the promise you’ll fix it up is a poor used car.

  • A properly-tailored two piece suit, or an entire wardrobe for the children this year.
  • A flattering haircut by a trendy stylist-to-the-stars-and-politicos, or two vacations with the family outside the state, both of which do not involve camping.
  • Spending $300,000 to fly to the other coast in a luxury 747, or paying off the mortgage over 30 years, with full interest, for a single home in an inner suburb to a city in the middle of the country.
  • The Swiss chalet, or everything your poor little heads can dream.

Face it, Johnnie Rich (1 of 2), I cannot personally abide by empathy coming from someone so far out of my social strata, particularly when its condescenion comes with a slate of government spending to salve the ills you imagine we have.

Now pardon me while I pick up the chip and reset it for the next guy.

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Other Things Bush Did Not Talk About

Via Spoons, we have this story: Bush Glosses Over Complex Facts in Speech:

President Bush glossed over some complicating realities in Iraq, Afghanistan and the home front in arguing the case Americans are safer and his opponent cannot deliver.

On Iraq, Bush talked of a 30-member alliance standing shoulder to shoulder with the United States, masking the fact that U.S. troops are pulling by far most of the weight. On Afghanistan and its neighbors, he gave an accounting of captured or killed terrorists, but did not address the replenishment of their ranks — or the still-missing Osama bin Laden.

In the interest of elaborating on CALVIN WOODWARD’s points, I thought I would list some other things Bush did not address last night:

  • Insecurity in Microsoft products, or the purported superiority of Linux.
  • The ability of movie companies and comic book companies to maintain a profitable, lasting set of fan-appealing franchises when faced with misguided efforts, like The Hulk, and underappreciated-but-expensive films like Daredevil.
  • Lara Croft or BloodRayne: Which video game babe is hotter?
  • Cats who insist upon sticking their tails in my schooner of beer.
  • Those burps where Blogger (or other blogging software) makes you think you will, or you actually lose a post. What’s up with that? Did Carnivore eat it?
  • The mere annoyances that are Spam, Adware, telemarketing phone calls, junk mail, and print or broadcast advertising of things I don’t like–annoyances that demand FEDERAL GOVERNMENT ATTENTION NOW!
  • Scofflaws who don’t buckle their safety belts. Why is this not a Federal crime yet, punishable with jail time?
  • Women bloggers who ficklely start and stop their blogs, over and over again, challenging other bloggers who want to keep their blogrolls fresh (This means you, Lucas, du Toit, VKate, et al.)
  • Those damn Chinese butterflies who keep beating their wings and starting hurricanes.
  • A federal study to determine how many types of information wild moonbats can communicate through their barks and grunts.
  • Introduction of federal tax assistance and incentives to bloggers unafraid of the beautiful blink tag.

Actually, history will show that Bush left more out of his speech than he included. Perhaps this was because it was a speech designed to come in under an hour with planned interruptions for applause, chants, and inevitable protestors.

Or maybe Bush is really trying to hide everything else from the world, which receives its information only when the Master pours his words into our ears.

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More Piling On Schwarzeneggar

The San Francisco Chronicle runs a story wherein Austrian historians question the memories Schwarzeneggar used in his speech at the RNC, including Soviet troops and socialism:

Austrian historians are ridiculing California Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger for telling the Republican National Convention that he saw Soviet tanks in his homeland as a child and left a “Socialist” country when he moved away in 1968.

Recalling that the Soviets once occupied part of Austria in the aftermath of World War II, Schwarzenegger told the convention on Tuesday: “I saw tanks in the streets. I saw communism with my own eyes.”

No way, historians say, challenging Schwarzenegger’s knowledge of postwar history — if not his enduring popularity among Austrians who admire him for rising from a penniless immigrant to the highest official in America’s most populous state.

Yeah, a bunch of historians are going to directly challenge Arnold’s popularity by quibbling over rhetorical flourishes (socialism as an adjective versus a formal Socialist party) and whatnot.

Here’s the challenge to Arnold’s memory:

“It’s a fact — as a child he could not have seen a Soviet tank in Styria,” the southeastern province where Schwarzenegger was born and raised, historian Stefan Karner told the Vienna newspaper Kurier.

Schwarzenegger, now a naturalized U.S. citizen, was born on July 30, 1947, when Styria and the neighboring province of Carinthia belonged to the British zone. At the time, postwar Austria was occupied by the four wartime allies, which also included the United States, the Soviet Union and France.

The Soviets already had left Styria in July 1945, less than three months after the end of the war, Karner noted.

I don’t remember Arnold saying, “In Styria,” but then again, I am not going out of my way to challenge a popular leader.

James Joyner had the first rebuttal here.

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Retouching Last Nights Posts

I’ve corrected a couple minor grammar and punctuation mistakes, but I have not redone the Roman numerals because I repeated a number early, and didn’t want to spend the morning editing the numbers on the posts. Perhaps next time I’ll wisen up and use Arabic numerals.

But that’s so un-pretensious.

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Poor Form, Steinberg

Neil Steinberg, of the Chicago Sun-Times, today:

The spirit of Wendell Willkie doesn’t get invoked much by Republicans for one big reason: He lost. But there was Dick Cheney at the convention Wednesday night, harkening back to Franklin D. Roosevelt’s opponent in the 1940 election, and how Willkie, though running against him, nevertheless supported FDR’s foreign policy. Cheney did leave out one small detail: Willkie supported FDR’s stance toward the war in Europe because he agreed with it.

In Al Franken’s book, this makes Neil Steinberg a LYING LIAR who tells LIES!!!!

To some of us, though, it looks like a big journalism mistake wherein a professional either mistakes Dick Cheney for Zell Miller because they look so alike, or because he didn’t watch the speeches or attentively read transcripts thereof and whose editors down the line made the same mistake.

So be it. I don’t question Steinberg’s core integrity; I do shake my head over his errors in thought and word.

Zell Miller’s speech here.
Dick Cheney’s speech here.

Press ALT+F and type WILKIE into the Find What edit box. Cripes, do I have to explain everything?

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Post Live Blogging Smack Talk

Stephen Green, the so-called “VodkaPundit,” claims:

Before we get to the (ha!) insightful stuff, let me note something:

1 hour, 45 minutes.

46 posts.

Who’s got the hardest-working blog in the business?

Ladies and gentlemen, I submit to you, over the course of the last few days here at MfBJN, we had over 10 hours of live blogging with , hrm, C, carry the XVII, well, a lot of posts and a lot of booze.

Who’s the hardest drinking blogger in blog business?

I meant working.

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PachyBlogging Day4, Part LX

So it ends.

This is the first convention I’ve watched. I am sorry I didn’t see the Democrat convention this year so I could have more personal compare-and-contrast details, but perhaps in four years I’ll remember to pay more attention. If I can remember this resolution tomorrow, when I have pulled the shades and crawl into this office to complete a work day.

I endorse George W. Bush for president, for what it’s worth; I don’t know whom I might convince to vote for him. The best I can hope, I suspect, is to inspire someone who would lean in that direction but who would normally be to lazy to vote.

Perhaps one day, I can attend a national convention, not as a blogger, but as a delegate from my home state. Some of this will depend on the loosening of the social conservatism of the Republican Party, and some will depend upon whether they have an open bar.

Thanks for stopping by. God bless you, and may God bless America.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled blog inanity, already in progress.

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PachyBlogging Day4, Part LVIII

George W. Bush: Summation.

Was it the speech of his life? I don’t know. I haven’t seen them all.

He covered all the bases: foreign policy, domestic policy, past, present, future; himself, with perspective and humor, and his office. He knows the Republicans in the hall and in the nation don’t agree with everything he says and does, but he hopes you respect him for his principles and for his ability to stick to them.

I do, Mr. President, I do.

I would say “O Captain, my Captain,” but:

  • I’m not a Whitman fan.
  • I’m afraid a lot of people would think it was an allusion to Dead Poets’ Society.
  • This is no occasion for an elegy; I hope our journey has only reached the midway point.

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PachyBlogging Day4, Part LV

George W. Bush.

The self-deprecating humor, regarding Arnold correcting his English and his Texas “walk” humanizes him greatly.

Unlike certain other elements of American political society, George W. Bush and others I admire recognize their foibles and can occasionally laugh about them.

Does Franken mock himself? I’m not asking rhetorically; I don’t know. I don’t listen to him.

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