O’Hara is toast

Amongst my legacy of two tons of books is more John O’Hara than you can shake a stick at. His works seem like they might be right up my alley, critically examining the social mores and thoughts of America in the 30’s through the 60’s, eras I love. They might be much like Barbara Pym’s or Anita Brookner’s work- not much really happens, but furious internal monologues and manners burn the pages away before I know it.

In 2005 Jonathan Yardley wrote

“In all American literary history, no writer comes to mind who fell so far and so fast. Ernest Hemingway’s reputation has tumbled, perhaps somewhat unfairly since much of the criticism is directed at books published posthumously without his authorization, and in any event readers still flock to “The Old Man and the Sea” (alas), and the early short stories are still widely assigned in literature courses. O’Hara, by contrast, is toast.”

Jonathan Yardley, “Tragedy of Manners,” Washington Post April 21 2005

Here they are, all of these first editions, worth a buck or a penny. I would like to read them, and I am reluctant to let them go, but they are using precious shelving real estate and listing them would require time a stay at home, menu planning, budget managing, house cleaning home schooling chef maid mother and small business person has.  Still. I think I will keep them. An O’Hara Renaissance, perhaps?


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One response to “O’Hara is toast

  1. Sentimental. We can’t understand that. . . our era has changed us. Few of us can remember the authentic struggles before technology brought all the substitutions.

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