An American Tragedy by Theodore Dreiser (i can read book club .TXT) ๐
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Clyde Griffithโs parents are poor street-preachers, but Clyde doesnโt โbelieve,โ and finds their work demeaning. At fifteen he gets a job and starts to ease out of their lives, eventually landing in some trouble that causes him to flee the town where they live. Two years later, Clyde meets his well-off uncle, who owns a large factory in upstate New York. Clyde talks his way into a job at the factory, and soon finds himself supervising a roomful of women. All alone, generally shunned by his uncleโs family, and starved for companionship, he breaks the factoryโs rules and begins a relationship with a young woman who works for him. But Clyde has visions of marrying a high-society woman, and fortune smiles on him in the form of the daughter of one of his uncleโs neighbors. Soon Clyde finds himself in a love triangle of his own making, and one from which he seems incapable of extracting himself.
A newspaperman before he became a novelist, Theodore Dreiser collected crime stories for years of young men in relationships with young women of poorer means, where the young men found a richer, prettier girl who would go with him, and often took extreme measures to escape from the first girl. An American Tragedy, based on one of the most infamous of those real-life stories, is a study in lazy ambition, the very real class system in America, and how easy it is to drift into evil. It is populated with poor people who desire nothing more than to be rich, rich people whose only concern is to keep up with their neighbors and not be associated with the โwrong element,โ and elements of both who care far more about appearances than reality. It offers further evidence that the world may be very different from 100 years ago, but the people in it are very much the same.
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But please write me, dear, right away, or if you wonโt do that call me up sure tomorrow, because I just canโt rest one single minute until I do hear from you.
Your miserable Roberta.
P.S.: This is a horrid letter, but I just canโt write a better one. Iโm so blue.
But the day this letter arrived in Lycurgus Clyde was not there to answer it at once. And because of that, Roberta being in the darkest and most hysterical mood and thought, sat down on Saturday afternoon and, half-convinced as she was that he might already have departed for some distant point without any word to her, almost shrieked or screamed, if one were to properly characterize the mood that animated the following:
Biltz, Saturday, June 14th.
My dear Clyde:
I am writing to tell you that I am coming back to Lycurgus. I simply canโt stay here any longer. Mamma worries and wonders why I cry so much, and I am just about sick. I know I promised to stay until the 25th or 26th, but then you said you would write me, but you never haveโ โonly an occasional telephone message when I am almost crazy. I woke up this morning and couldnโt help crying right away and this afternoon my headache is dreadful.
Iโm so afraid you wonโt come and Iโm so frightened, dear. Please come and take me away some place, anywhere, so I can get out of here and not worry like I do. Iโm so afraid in the state that Iโm in that Papa and Mamma may make me tell the whole affair or that they will find it out for themselves.
Oh, Clyde, you will never know. You have said you would come, and sometimes I just know you will. But at other times I get to thinking about other things and Iโm just as certain you wonโt, especially when you donโt write or telephone. I wish you would write and say that you will come just so I can stand to stay here. Just as soon as you get this, I wish you would write me and tell me the exact day you can comeโ โnot later than the first, really, because I know I cannot stand to stay here any longer than then. Clyde, there isnโt a girl in the whole world as miserable as I am, and you have made me so. But I donโt mean that, either, dear. You were good to me once, and you are now, offering to come for me. And if you will come right away I will be so grateful. And when you read this, if you think I am unreasonable, please do not mind it, Clyde, but just think I am crazy with grief and worry and that I just donโt know what to do. Please write me, Clyde. If you only knew how I need a word.
Roberta.
This letter, coupled as it was with a threat to come to Lycurgus, was sufficient to induce in Clyde a state not unlike Robertaโs. To think that he had no additional, let alone plausible, excuse to offer Roberta whereby she could be induced to delay her final and imperative demand. He racked his brains. He must not write her any long and self-incriminating letters. That would be foolish in the face of his determination not to marry her. Besides his mood at the moment, so fresh from the arms and kisses of Sondra, was not for anything like that. He could not, even if he would.
At the same time, something must be done at once, as he could see, in order to allay her apparently desperate mood. And ten minutes after he had finished reading the last of these two letters, he was attempting to reach Roberta over the telephone. And finally getting her after a troublesome and impatient half-hour, he heard her voice, thin and rather querulous as it seemed to him at first, but really only because of a poor connection, saying: โHello, Clyde, hello. Oh, Iโm so glad you called. Iโve been terribly nervous. Did you get my two letters? I was just about to leave here in the morning if I didnโt hear from you by then. I just couldnโt stand not to hear anything. Where have you been, dear? Did you read what I said about my parents going away? Thatโs true. Why donโt you write, Clyde, or call me up anyhow? What about what I said in my letter about the third? Will you be sure and come then? Or shall I meet you somewhere? Iโve been so nervous the last three or four days, but now that I hear you again, maybe Iโll be able to quiet down some. But I do wish you would write me a note every few days anyhow. Why wonโt you, Clyde? You havenโt even written me one since Iโve been here. I canโt tell you what a state Iโm in and how hard it is to keep calm now.โ
Plainly Roberta was very nervous and fearsome as she talked. As a matter of fact, except that the home in which she was telephoning was deserted at the moment she was talking very indiscreetly, it seemed to Clyde. And it aided but little in his judgment for her to explain that she was all alone and that no one could hear her. He did not want her to use his name or refer to letters written to him.
Without talking too plainly, he now tried to make it clear that he was very busy and that it was hard for him to write as much as she might think necessary. Had
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