My experience with Upton Sinclair before reading U.S.! was
limited to a half hour of reading through The Jungle and
to what I remembered about him from eighth grade and high school
history classes. Yet even so, it was easy for me to see his
participation in some of the most oft-mentioned and oft-criticized
traditions of melodrama. In The Jungle, the
mighty Jungle, the
lion sleeps tonight. Sorry. In The Jungle, probably
Sinclair's best-known work, the dichotomy between the good,
mistreated workers and the evil, unscrupulous plant owners is
spectacularly clear. Furthermore, the book calls unabashedly for
pathos. An excerpt we read for history class, I seem to recall,
included accounts of workers, made numb and clumsy by severe
frostbite, having hands cut off by the machinery and ground into the
meat. Bachelder's novel draws out further emotional excesses in
Sinclair's works, saying at one point with an implicit eye-roll how
he has written another novel about somebody working to support a sick
relative, and making a running joke of his love for exclamation
points, even placing all 1,539 of the ones used in “Oil!” (not
counting the title) in a box on page 170.
Yet while Bachelder certainly
pokes fun at Sinclair's writing style, he absolutely does not condemn
him as categorically as do the negative critics who plague Sinclair
throughout the novel. I think one essential passage comes when E. L.
Doctorow tells an interviewer that “American fiction [has] gotten
small,” and that “American writers [use] their incredibly
developed technique to write about what happens in the kitchen, what
happens in the bedroom.” Bachelder seems to criticize both the
bluntly political style of Sinclair and the microfine psychological
realism described by Doctorow, and he tries to hybridize them in his
own work. Thus, U.S.! includes
complex portraits of characters like Uncle Ray, whose loyalty to his
nephew conflicts with his desire to stay out of trouble, and Huntley,
whose well-informed disapproval of Sinclair's novels is tempered by
the fact that he no longer considers him a threat, even as he is
spurred to assassinate him once again to show himself he can still
outdo the young upstart Billings. However, the book also contains
blunt, goofy, Stephen Colbert-esque caricatures. For example, the
GMCGA is presented as lying ridiculously in their responses to The
Devil's Ears!, saying things
like “the industry is shocked and saddened by the senseless
destruction of primitive corn farms by non-industry
thugs” (83)
Bachelder definitely seems
sympathetic to Sinclair's political views, and may even feel some
bemused admiration for his vigorous, blunt writing, which does, after
all, shatter young Stephen Rudkin's conception of box fan production.
However, just as the editor rejects Sinclair's novel about an aged
Lanny Budd, asking for “a younger hero, a hero for these new times”
(193), Bachelder seems to realize that for most people, Sinclair's
style is no longer convincing. I think the image on the front cover
is important—it's not the novel's ancient, bullet-riddled Sinclair,
but a young Sinclair, dressed in modern garb. I believe, then, that
in agreement with the authors who have described melodrama as a
perpetually modernizing form, Bachelder's novel aims to take
Sinclair's ideals and strategies and make them young again, fighting
for the American left with the same dogged optimism shown by the
constantly resurrected Sinclair.
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