On the biting autobiographical
novel that also packs an emotional punch.
I’ve written
about Fanny Fern at length in two prior posts, so in lieu of my first two
paragraphs I’ll just link to those:
Any of Fern’s
writing would keep you good company on the beach, but here I want to make a
brief case for her autobiographical first novel, Ruth Hall
(1854). It’s true that if you know the real-life people on whom many of the
novel’s character are based, it takes on an added layer of sting; but even
without that knowledge, Ruth offers
the same striking combination as Fern’s best columns: a mixture of sarcastic
humor and poignant emotion, of sly wit and painful honesty, of social satire
and confessional roman
à
clef. Like Sylvia
Plath’s The Bell-Jar (1963), with which it has a good deal
in common, Fern’s novel will make you laugh and cry within the same page, or
even the same sentence—and that pretty rare feat makes for some great beach
reading if you ask me.
Final beach reads
tomorrow,
Ben
PS. Nominations
for AmericanStudies beach reads? Share ‘em please!
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