Friday, May 10, 2024

Been down so long, it looks like up to me

I first read this novel in mid 1972, according to what might be termed circumstantial evidence. I have no idea why I bought this book then; its author, Richard Fariña, would not have been known to me (although it would be soon known as Sandy Denny recorded a song on her second album with words by Fariña, and the early Fairport recorded a song or two by him). Presumably the title spoke to me.

I do have two specific memories about the book: one is reading it in 'private study' at school and sniggering over the seduction scene at the beginning of the book (I was only 15 at the time and full of hormones). The other is writing a song based on a small part of the book on 2 October 1972.

I feel now that I didn't understand the book then to any great depth. This was probably due in part to the author's predilection for including large lists of items most of which were unknown to me. An example: wrapped tightly in his parka (the blanket of Linus, the warmth of the woods, his portable womb), the rucksack packed thickly with the only possessions and necessities of his life: a Captain Midnight Code-O-Graph, one hundred and sixty-nine silver dollars, a current 1958 calendar, eight vials of paregoric, a plastic sack of exotic seeds, a packet of grapevine leaves in a special humidor, a jar of feta, sections of wire coathanger to be used as shish kebab skewers, a boy scout shirt, two cinnamon sticks, a bottlecap from Dr. Brown’s Cel-Ray Tonic, a change of Fruit-of-the-Loom underwear from a foraging at Bloomingdale’s, an extra pair of corduroy pants, a 1920’s baseball cap, a Hohner F harmonica, six venison loin chops, and an arbitrary number of recently severed and salted rabbits’ feet. So much for getting to the point, although this list does tell us concisely a great deal about the book's protagonist.

As far as I could figure out, the protagonist (Gnossos Pappadopoulis, hereon GP) returns to a university town quaintly named Athené, tying in with the above Greek name; in real life, this town is Ithaca, upstate New York, and the university is Cornell. He meets up with old friends, goes to parties, meets a girl and falls in love with her, gets co-opted into student reform, breaks up with the girl, travels to Cuba, gets involved in heroin smuggling and finally gets drafted. This is all written in obscure prose. There are also several references to "Winnie the Pooh"; despite being British, I had never read the Pooh books so most of these references passed me by.

For some reason, I was reminded of this book several months ago and have been trying since to lay my hands on a copy. When I did find the book, rereading it didn't make me any wiser, and in retrospect, maybe I shouldn't even have bothered. But the girl in the green knee socks would beg to differ.

It would be more rewarding to view the book from a character hiding in the wings, G. Alonso Oeuf, who spends almost all of his time in a room in the local hospital that he has turned into an operations centre with several telephones. Ouef is trying to overthrow the university's president, presumably to install himself, and uses GP as a pawn to achieve this. Once aware of GP's return to Athené, he sets GP up with a honey trap, and once GP is caught, he uses GP as a figurehead to inspire the independent students (i.e. those not in fraternities) to revolt. Sexual favours are withdrawn from GP at this point.

One's understanding of the final page, with the handing over of the draft notice (signed by Ouef) is dependent upon when one is reading the book. Obviously it means leaving the cushy life of a student (and GP appears to be a student of astronomy, although there is very little evidence of this) and moving towards a very regimented life, but there's a bit more. I'm not sure what the American army was doing in 1958, but a few years later, a draft notice would probably mean Vietnam.

But it's all a muddle. Maybe the book would have made more sense at the time of its writing, but sixty years later, it is almost incomprehensible. The introduction to the book, written by Thomas Pynchon in 1983 (i.e. a decade after I had originally read the book), includes the following explanatory material…

1958, to be sure, was another planet. You have to appreciate the extent of sexual repression on that campus at the time. Rock ’n’ roll had been with us for a few years, but the formulation Dope/Sex/Rock ’n’ Roll hadn’t yet been made by too many of us. At Cornell, all undergraduate women were supposed to be residing, part of the time under lock and key, either in dormitories or sorority houses. On weeknights they had to be inside these places by something like 11 P.M., at which time all the doors were locked. Staying out all night without authorization meant discipline by the Women’s Judiciary Board, up to and including expulsion from school. On Saturday nights the curfew was graciously extended to something equally unreal, like 12 midnight.

Curfews were not the only erotic problem we faced—there was also a three- or four-to-one ratio of male to female students, as well as a variety of coed undergarments fiendishly designed to delay until curfew, if not to prevent outright, any access to one’s date’s pelvic area. One sorority house I knew of, and certainly others, had a house officer stationed by the front door on date nights. Her job was to make sure, in a polite but manual way, that every sister had some version of a Playtex chastity belt in place before she was allowed out the door. Landlords and local tradesfolk were also encouraged to report to the Administration the presence of coeds in off-campus apartments, such as Fariña’s. In these and other ways, the University believed it was doing its duty to act in loco parentis. This extraordinary meddling was not seriously protested until the spring of 1958, when, like a preview of the ’60s, students got together on the issue, wrote letters, rallied, demonstrated, and finally, a couple of thousand strong, by torchlight in the curfew hours between May 23rd and 24th, marched to and stormed the home of the University president. Rocks, eggs, and a smoke bomb were deployed. Standing on his front porch, the egg-spattered president vowed that Cornell would never be run by mob rule. He then went inside and called the proctor, or chief campus cop, screaming, “I want heads! . . . I don’t care whose! Just get me some heads, and be quick about it!” So at least ran the rumor next day, when four upperclassmen, Fariña among them, were suspended. Students, however, were having none of this—they were angry. New demonstrations were suggested. After some dickering, the four were reinstated. This was the political and emotional background of that long-ago spring term at Cornell—the time and setting of Richard Fariña’s novel "Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up to Me".



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