Part I
The Realities of Working-Class Life
Because working-class life is frequently either ignored or caricatured in the United States, critics of working-class literature often focus on unearthing working-class writersâ representations of the lived experience of class. These imaginative reconstructions of working-class lives reaffirm suppressed histories for working-class audiences and challenge middle- and upper-class readers to recognize the tangible effects of class inequity.
Paula Rabinowitz, in a move signaling our increased awareness of the importance of visual culture, examines both literary and photographic landscapes of economic depression. In writing about literary and visual texts about the Great Depression, she examines the physical places of poverty, such as the Hoovervilles that were built along roads, as well as the displacement of families who were uprooted from their homes or jobs or both. Rabinowitz also examines contemporary work on the Great Recession, which is characterized by abandoned homes and industrial buildings left shuttered and crumbling. Such places are repositories of memory: memory of community and a time when middle-class comfort was within reach.
Whereas Rabinowitz examines representations of how economic crises alter peopleâs physical and psychic landscapes, Renny Christopherâs article underscores the danger inherent in working-class jobs. I use the word âinherentâ with some hesitation, for while much blue-collar work may be more risky than white-collar desk jobs, Christopher notes that the United States has a high rate of work-related injury relative to other industrialized nations. The numerous industrial, agricultural, and other accidents that occur in literature are violent and, as readers of texts such as Pietro di Donatoâs Christ in Concrete can attest, difficult to read. Christopher, in her study of numerous novels and poems, thus compares the challenges of writing about work-related accidents to the challenges of writing about combat casualties: she asks how a writer can render the realities of horrific accidents and deaths without being sensational or âpornographic.â
Sylvia J. Cook also takes up a work-related question that has horrific dimensions: slavery. Cook, however, begins with the question hotly debated by literary critics and labor historians as to whether slaves should be considered part of the working class. In her examination of Harriet Beecher Stoweâs Uncle Tomâs Cabin and Harriet Jacobsâ Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl, Cook argues that each author put class at the center of her narrative. The centrality of class does not suggest that class is more important than race, which would certainly be a peculiar formulation in an abolitionist novel, but rather suggests how class and race may be interlocked and how this intersection is understood by the protagonists. In showing how slaves in both texts adapted nineteenth-century codes of respectability and refinement, as well as instances of both identification and tension with poor whites, Cook emphasizes the complexity of the questions and advocates for reading these texts as âresourcesâ that help us to understand rather than as âsymptomsâ that point to problems with ready diagnoses.
1 âbetween the outhouse and the garbage dumpâ
Locating Collapse in Depression Literature
Paula Rabinowitz
Kenneth Fearing, Dead Reckoning
Flying by the seat of oneâs pants, guesswork because the instruments have failed, the stars cannot be sighted, oneâs location unfixed. It was the title of Kenneth Fearingâs mid-Depression volume of poemsâa navigational term of unknown origin describing the method of plotting a course based on past positions. Because space and velocity are relativeâbecause the rugâs been pulled from beneath oneâs feet, with each reckoning, the possibility for error increases exponentially. As such pathbreaking works by Caren Irr (The Suburb of Dissent) and Jani Scandura (Down in the Dumps) have shown, Depression-era literature was rife with tropes of positioning, of location, of place; or rather of displacement, derailment, missing locations, and missed connections. Spatial orderâcentral to demarking borders between industrial and residential zones, between men and women, between workers and their bosses, between races, between parents and their childrenâalthough sharply visible, still tangibly in effect, could no longer be counted on to signify as they once had. Kenneth Fearing outlines this vanishing urban space â[b]etween the haberdasherâs and the pinball arcade,â a âheelpocked pavementâ distinguished only by a cigarette butt in âMemoâ (77).
In our current âGreat Recession,â these âheelpockedâ locations of collapse have become even harder to discern as they have extended beyond the cheesy cityscapes âbetween the haberdasherâs [if there any left in America] and the pinball arcadeâ across landscapes of subdivisions and big-box stores. The space of the âdoubly occupied,â as anthropologist Kathleen Stewart calls it, âa space on the side of the roadâ (marginal areas where dispossessed people congregate and exchange hardship, survival, and other stories), at once controlled by forces beyond the locales in which people resideâmilitary occupiers, industrial and financial giantsâyet still remaining repositories of local forms of memory, desire, and imaginative ruminationâand possibly even organization. In short, what were once âplaces,â suffering but iconic, during this current episode of depression known as recession, are now displaced, dispersed across an invisible terrain, âup in the airâ where, as Frank Rich points out, the movie based on Walter Kirnâs 2001 novel dematerializes this site.
It was not until 1928, according to the Oxford English Dictionary, that the term âdepressed areasâ came into use to describe zones of economic devastation.1 Not that these locations of collapse were not obvious, and obviously cordoned off, before then. In the 1880s, following the English graphic artists (Samuel Luke Fildes, Hubert von Herkomer, Francis Montague Holl) he admired, Vincent van Gogh knew to sit before the poor houses and churchyards and potato fields to find the âorphan men,â those destitute old homeless men, he was drawing.2 In America, Dutch Ă©migrĂ© Jacob Riis knew where to find âthe other halfâ who lived crammed together in the Lower East Side of New Yorkâthe place where Michael Gold would later find âJews without Moneyâ living amid dumps and among bedbugs (a literary form that Michael Denning dubbed âthe ghetto pastoralâ [230]). Spatial metaphors limn class divisionsâthe topos is the trope.
Figure 1.1 Dorothea Lange, âSlums of San Francisco, California.â June 1935. Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division, FSA/OWI Collection, LC-USF 34â002331-C.
Depressionâa word dating at least to 1391 when Geoffrey Chaucer used it to describe the astronomical phenomenon of the lowering of a polestar or planet beneath the horizonâis literally a condition of being lowered in position. Pressed down, sinking, it refers to elevation or rather its oppositeâstructurally or figurativelyâtracking horizons, fortunes, powers, affects: these more metaphorical and psychological senses emerge in the mid-seventeenth century and explode into the nineteenth century as surgery, gunnery, algebra, pathology and medicine, geology, musicology, philosophy, meteorology, finance, all begin to use the term to denote a lessening or lowering of or within.3 Codified as a psychiatric disorder only in 1905, it finally settles as the term for the Great Depression following the 1929 stock market crash and its aftermath, settles in part as a gentler antidote to the harsher nineteenth-century terms panic or crisis (Bird 89, qtd. in Dickstein 6). Thus the slippery usage of this wordâa term of mobility itselfâveers from the cosmic across an array of fields of specialization to eventually land in the interiority of the psyche and then extend outward again into the realm of economics. Contemporary usage toggles between the psychological and economic, though as our current euphemism of recession suggests, itâs now a term to be avoidedâthrough infusions of Prozac or TARP.4 Yet the two modern meanings are so embedded within middle-class life they resist troping, or rather, they have become the tropeâthe âturn,â âmanner,â âwayâ according to Websterâs Universal Encyclopedic Dictionaryâin which we live, the figuration of this doomed location.
The Great Depression was figured as a collapseâliteralized in Pietro di Donatoâs 1939 novel, Christ in Concrete, as a collapsing building that smothers its workers alive under tons of debrisâor as a massive flow of drowning workers migrating across regional borders to connect those passing along the edges of John Dos Passosâ 49th Parallel. Either tropeâvertical instability and collapse or horizontally emptied spacesâmade visible this ruin, a vision of diminishment, seen through predictable icons of men lined up along streets for bread or work (seen, for instance, in Dorothea Langeâs 1931 photograph White Angel Bread Line) or uprooted families strewn along dust-filled landscapes (found in Paul Taylor and Dorothea Langeâs American Exodus: A Record of Human Erosion, or Erskine Caldwell and Margaret Bourke-Whiteâs You Have Seen Their Faces, or James Agee and Walker Evansâs Let Us Now Praise Famous Men) or squatting in substandard housing zoned to contain impoverished immigrants and migrants, ethnically and racially marked as unfit or undeserving (seen in Richard Wrightâs 12 Million Black Voices). Its inhabitants, despite being found everywhere, were nevertheless sent to the corners and margins of visibility. As Miles Orvell has pointed out, this extended to bastions of capitalism: in âthe first year of the depression ⊠Fortune ⊠devoted to stories about gold and wine, Macyâs and the Vanderbilts, the New York Times and the International Paper Company ⊠[printed] an article called âVanishing Backyardsâ, an article on junk. ⊠America is likened to a child that recklessly âhurls its refuse out the window, and doesnât care how high are piled the tin cans in the backyardââ (287). The connection between marginal spaces (backyards) and marginalized people (children) was firmly in place immediately after the crash.
Figure 1.2 Arthur Rothstein, âSquattersâ shacks along the Willamette River in Portland, Oregon. Many of the men living here during the winter work in the nearby orchards of the Willamette and Yakima Valley in the summer.â July 1936. Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division, FSA-OWI Collection, LC USF 34â004831-E.
Tillie Olsen: Yonnondio
The âone patch of greenâââthere was no other place for Mazieââis found âbetween the outhouse and the garbage dump,â a zone suffused with âa nauseating smell,â but affording the child enough privacy to indulge daydreams (4â5). Throughout the rest of Olsenâs fragment of a novel, these two eccentric monuments (to shit, to trash)âespecially the garbage dump at the riverâs edgeâsites of refuse, debris, waste, âplaces piled high with collections of used-up things still in useââbecome refuges for the imagination of the âdoubly occupied.â (Stewart 41, 61). This elision, from refuse to refuge, that sibilant s easing into a soft g, is a common thread of locating âa space of alterity,â according to anthropologist Kathleen Stewart as an entire ethos and aesthetics of âmaking doââof dead reckoningâmaintained daily life in these edge zones (Stewart 91, 68). As Mazie sinks deeper into lethargy and lassitude with each move across the destroyed landscape of midcontinental United States, the dump becomes a tangible location of her collapseâand a refuge from it.
What begins for her when she peers into the mouth of the pit mine and its fiery backdrop as a vision of hellâthe depression below the horizonâextends briefly from her cramped and violent childhood in a Western mining camp out across a huge prairie landscape to encompass the stars lowering to its flat expanse. It quickly contracts again when her familyâs financial disaster as sharecroppers leaves them mired in debt. But the city dump, down by the river bank, finally opens an exciting new space of exploration: âOn the inexhaustible dump strange structures rise: lookout towers, sets, ships, tents, forts, lean-tos, clubhouses, cities and stores and train tracks, cabooses, pretend palacesâsingularly fitted with once furnishings, never furnishings, or nothing at allâ (150). Ultimately, this refuse refuge, this stagnant âspace on the side of the roadâ congeals into a tomb for her listlessness: âWhere you going?â âNo placeâ (169). âAnd there was nothing really new on the dump. It smelled sewer, smelled garbage, smelled crap âcept right at the river-bluff edgeâ (168).
âI donât have no place. . . .â âWhy donât I have no place?â (178). Mazie finally confronts her mother who has tossed outâdumpedâher homemade âperfume,â a stinking brew concocted for her dump girlfriend Ginella from scavenged flower petals rotting in a discarded and corked bottle. The entirety of Omaha becomes no place, a kind of refuse pile, circulating the smells of the slaughterhouse and pork processing plants, the dead riverbanks, at once empty and overripe. Susan Edmunds, commenting on the perfume scene, notes its debt to what she outlines in Grotesque Relations as âthe domain of the domestic exteriorâ (125), especially as it was promulgated during the early 1930s by the Hoover administration, which she finds stressed through its publication The Home and the Child the importance of âproper disposal of garbage ⊠the harmfulness of residences located âunduly near railroad ⊠dumps, marshes, or obnoxious industriesââ (137â38). And, this pamphlet goes on to insist, a la Virginia Woolfâs call for A Room of Oneâs Own a few years earlier, upon ââprivacy ⊠each child should have a placeââ (qtd. on 139).
In Yonnondio, Olsen delineates the...