
Grove Koger
January 31 is the birthday of one of my favorite writers, John O’Hara, who was born on this day in Pottsville, Pennsylvania, in 1905. To mark the occasion, I’m reprinting a section from a long review I wrote for the September 9, 2014, issue of the late lamented Philadelphia Review of Books, “The Way We Were: On Penguin’s John O’Hara Reissues.”
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John O’Hara’s second novel, BUtterfield 8 (1935), intercuts episodes from the lives of half a dozen characters living in one of New York City’s Upper East Side neighborhoods. (The seemingly cryptic title refers to a new telephone exchange in the area.) It’s near the beginning of what we now call the Great Depression, and Prohibition is still in force. Several sections of telegraphed reportage strengthen our sense that events are random and chaotic, perhaps out of control: “On Monday afternoon an unidentified man jumped in front of the New Lots express in the Fourteenth Street subway station,” and “Mr. Hoover was on time for the usual meeting of his Cabinet,” and “Jerry, a drunk, did not wake up once during the entire afternoon, which he spent in a chair at a West 49th Street speakeasy,” and so on. Things are going to happen, we feel, and many of them are not going to be nice.

The speakeasy where Jerry fell asleep was only one of what may have been an astonishing one hundred thousand to be found in New York City at the beginning of the 1930s, and a myriad of them show up in BUtterfield 8. In his introduction to the 2013 Penguin reprint of the novel, Lorin Stein refers to O’Hara’s belief that Prohibition helped turn his generation—“the losing, not the lost, generation,” in O’Hara’s formulation—into alcoholics. It also turned them into lawbreakers, and a mood of commonplace, everyday criminality seems to have infected everyone in the book.
Jim Malloy, who was O’Hara’s alter ego and who had a bit part in the author’s first novel, Appointment in Samarra, shows up again here, but the novel’s central character is Gloria Wandrous, an attractive and sexually adventurous young woman involved (intimately and otherwise) with several of the men in the book. Wandrous is both a victim and a victimizer, and is loosely based on Starr Faithfull, whom O’Hara had known slightly and who became a tabloid sensation after her body washed up on the shore of Long Island one day in 1931.

Malloy, not so coincidentally, has just published his first piece in The New Yorker and is working on a novel. Here he’s described as looking as if “he were permanently drunk” and insists that although he’s “often taken for a Yale man,” he’ll always be an Irishman, a “Mick.” However, he has no real connection with Gloria, and his presence seems slightly gratuitous, even if his experiences mirror O’Hara’s own. Another character, Eddie Brunner, is genuinely in love with Gloria (who reciprocates his feelings), although O’Hara has a hard time breathing life into him. But Wandrous herself is a full-blooded creation, as vital as any character O’Hara ever created. The passages describing her abuse and her descent into promiscuity and alcoholism are among his very best, although they make for uncomfortable reading.
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