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"Rarely has a gifted and creative life seemed sadder." John Updike, April 29 2009
Warning: Direct and frequent association with John Cheever could be hazardous to your mental health. Over the years, I have read all of John Cheever's 121 short stories and five novels and re-read most of the stories. Until reading Blake Bailey's biography of him (1912 -1982), however, I knew almost nothing about his personal life but - based on what his work suggests - incorrectly had assumed that he was born into an "old money" family, was a graduate of a prestigious New England boarding school (perhaps Groton or one of the Phillips academies) and then an Ivy League college, and was loved and respected by those who knew him best. In fact, as Bailey's learned, especially from Cheever himself after reading his personal journals (4,300 pages), he was a profoundly unhappy person throughout his life, consumed by self-loathing and alienated from his family members and associates until a year or so before he died. At one point, he left his wife and family and rented an apartment near Boston University where he was expected to teach. In fact, his only objective was to drink himself to death and he almost succeeded. After finally making my way through Bailey's 679-page biography and 42 pages of "Notes", I re-read several of Cheever's short stories with even greater admiration and understanding than I had before. I also sensed that so much more of the Cheever portrayed by Bailey is reflected in those stories than I had previously realized. For example, his preoccupation with maintaining appearances and suppressed fear of proving unworthy of social status in combination with a profound sense of inadequacy, his obsession with water, his inability to express affection for family members, his ambiguous sexuality, and in response to the course of his life and career, his suppressed rage and frustration, and from childhood until late in life, his dependence on alcohol. These help to explain the patterns of Cheever's life. As Deirdre Donahue suggests in her own review, "Perhaps that's the best aspect of [the book]. Bailey unravels an endless spool of bad behavior. And yet he and thus the reader remain sympathetic to Cheever, in part because of Cheever's own sense of self-loathing seemed to trump the justified fury he generated in family and friends. He struggled endlessly - against himself, his sexuality, his despair, and his addiction to alcohol. The battle with booze was one he eventually won." With regard to Cheever's marriage, as Geoffrey Wolff suggests in his review, "The warfare between Cheever and wife, Mary, was Homeric in its magnificent and unremitting cruelty. Susan [their daughter] has described the dinner table as a `shark tank,' her mother muttering to herself or keeping her lips resolutely zipped, her father mumbling incoherent imprecations." Obviously, the Cheevers' marital relationship reflected the nature and extent of his intoxication and consequent behavior. Wolff adds, "Even as Bailey can't help deploring the carnage Cheever left in his wake - more than a couple of wrecked lives of those he exploited - he manages to stand, at essential moments, in wonder." After reading Cheever's journals, John Updike observed, "Rarely has a gifted and creative life seemed sadder." Years later, in his review of this book, Updike described it as "a triumph of thorough research and unblinkered appraisal" but acknowledged that "all this biographer's zeal makes a heavy, dispiriting read, to the point that even I, a reader often enraptured by Cheever's prose and an acquaintance who generally enjoyed his lively company, wanted the narrative...to hurry through the menacing miasma of a life which, for all the sparkle of its creative moments, brought so little happiness to its possessor and to those around him." That is precisely how I felt on numerous occasions while reading the book but to be fair, Bailey felt obliged to take full advantage of the resources available to him and he probably produced what will remain for quite some time, the definitive biography of John Cheever. I also wish to commend him on his sensitive and perceptive analysis of Cheever's works, especially the short stories. (I do not share others' high regard for the literary value of the novels, including Falconer.) In one of the short stories I recently re-read, I came upon this passage, one that provides an appropriate conclusion to this review: "He looked at us all bleakly. The wind and the sea had risen, and I thought that if he heard the waves, he must hear them only as a dark answer to all his dark questions; that he would think that the tide had expunged the embers of our picnic fires. The company of a lie is unbearable, and he seemed like the embodiment of a lie." (from "Goodbye, My Brother" in The Stories of John Cheever, 1978)
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"A page of good prose remains invincible.", Jun 20 2010
Cheever had his foibles. He would share ribald anecdotes and personal indiscretions with friends and family. He was blunt and crude in his journals and often with those he felt comfortable with, which was at odds with his well-honed Yankee upper crust speech and writing. Of course, his well documented drinking and bisexuality influenced his work and challenged his happiness and relationships (all the while defining him). Given Bailey's research, the flaws of character seem to stem from the writer's upbringing where the notion, "Remember you are Cheever", was impressed upon him and influenced his whole life. However, what it meant to be a Cheever was never explained or justified. So he invented himself starting at a young age as a story teller drawing on his family for ideas. And thankfully he chose writing for his life's work or we would not be treated to so many great tales. I do not mind that he was branded a teller of suburban stories. Suburbia is a rich vein and the insight Cheever mined that there is a lack of tradition within these living spaces and that the only shared passion amongst suburbanites is alcohol remains uncomfortably true to this day. Bailey has done his homework and l loved the little stories like a young Richard Yates once living in Beechtwig prior to Cheever living there and also Cheever spending time with Raymond Carver at an Iowa Writer's Workshop (also captured in Raymond Carver: A Writer's Life by Carol Sklenicka). Bailey uses the word, "unrequition" liberally when describing the writer but when taken in the aggregate Cheever lived a full and redemptive life. He must have found solace by quitting alcohol, mending past wrongs with his children and his marvelous wife, and through the critical and public acclaim he enjoyed in his later years. This biography has provided me with greater context and appreciation of his work and agreement with his quote, "A page of good prose remains invincible". I have read all of his short stories (Reunion is my favorite) and will now take on his novels, as well as, Bailey's biography of Richard Yates titled, A Tragic Honesty.
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43 of 43 people found the following review helpful
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Brilliant biography, superb criticism, Mar 27 2009
By David S. McIntosh - Published on Amazon.com
This review is from: Cheever: A Life (Hardcover)
As biographies go, this is a page-turner. Even though one knows the broad outline of the story (downwardly mobile youth, short story writer for the New Yorker, alcoholic, bisexual, years as an out-of-print failure, eventual sobriety, author of late-in-life best seller, redemption shortly followed by death, and being outed in a daughter's memoir), the more detailed story is riveting in a painful, compelling way. It always hurts to see people you love miserable and self-destructive, but that is just the picture that Bailey gives us. With total access to all of Cheever's journals, published and unpublished, and with the cooperation of Cheever's wife and three grown children, he takes us farther than we sometimes would wish into the head of this tortured lion. But what makes this book a two-fer is the quality of the literary criticism. Even books you think you know well, like The Wapshot Chronicle, benefit from the analytical light that Bailey shines on them. Cheever was a genius, and he lived a tragic life that was both sad and monumental. He couldn't have asked for a better, more unflinching biographer than he now has.
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Reviewing the Kindle price??, Mar 16 2009
By Chris Hudson - Published on Amazon.com
This review is from: Cheever: A Life (Hardcover)
Two of the reviews so far have related to the Kindle version of this book: one gives 5 stars on the strength of Mr. Bailey's Yates biography, and helpfully suggests that the publisher make a Kindle version available; the other deplores the high cost of the Kindle edition. Neither reader, by their own weird confession, have read the book in question. (It seems a bit hard to give an author one damning star for a fault that can hardly be attributed to him!) For what it's worth in this bizarre critical ethos, I have read CHEEVER and can vouch for the fact that it's one of the finest literary biographies of the postwar era: comprehensive yet astonishingly tight, funny, insightful, beautifully researched, compassionate, merciless, you name it. If you're remotely interested in great American writers with bottomless contradictions--nicely reconciled in this book--and extraordinarily eventful lives (both outer and inner) you will love CHEEVER. And frankly $19 for a Kindle edition strikes me as eminently reasonable.
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one-of-a-kind, Mar 27 2009
By Byron Reimus - Published on Amazon.com
This review is from: Cheever: A Life (Hardcover)
This is one of the best, most thoroughly researched and revealing biographies on anyone to come along in quite some time. Not sure that 50 chapters and 750+ pages were necessary or desirable--among the best are the first 15 and last 10--for anything but Cheever devotees. But a tour de force by Blake Bailey, who has a gift for really getting under this subject's skin, shedding tons of light, and finding humanity in places large and small. Count me among those, however, who didn't need this or any other bio to make a case for Cheever's "comeback." There have to be legions of us out there who never stopped reading his books and cherish each and every time we re-read them. I, for one, can't imagine a world without John Cheever's stories and am puzzled to read that he isn't a high school or college staple. Also, the continued fixation by many reviewers that this book reconfirms Cheever was no picnic on himself, his family, lovers, friends and colleagues, risks missing an important point. We all know incredibly complicated as well as talented people who we can say pretty much the same about--but very few who accomplished even a fraction of the extraordinary legacy of this hugely gifted writer. There's much more to be found in this book then a documentation of pain, suffering and self-loathing. What emerges is a reminder that truly great, one-of-a-kind art-making remains not only incredibly rare and precious but looks so much easier to the rest of us than it really is and frequently exacts a very high price on the constellation of characters around the artists. That certainly appears to have been true when it comes to John Cheever's wife and three children. But as Mary Cheever is quoted as telling THE BOSTON GLOBE: "What's important is what he wrote, not what he did." If Bailey's effort falls short anywhere, it is perhaps devoting too much attention to what Cheever did as weighted against his sublime writings.
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