October 3rd, 2013
Spoon River introduces life in a small town, a slice of 19th century American life; the realm of my grandparents, and my great grandparents. Edgar Lee Masters crafted an artful masterpiece, popular in literature classes because it takes time and consideration to unearth the gems scattered about this collection of eulogies. The relationships, life work, misfortune and bad deeds are woven together through these retrospective poems.
In the insular society of Spoon River, conventional thought clearly separated the influential, religious and prosperous folk from the thieves, drunks and ne’er do well paupers. Yet, in this anthology, all are gathered on the “Hill.” Death – the great equalizer brings them all back to dust. The author plays with this theme again and again through the dark humor pondering those lives now six feet under. What I like about this book is the way it underscores that we are all equal. The sins of the rich and poor are not so different. And although a work of fiction, we are told it was based on some real people – and as the dirty laundry of the town is aired into the cemetery of this small town, truth is pronounced at last. Those who may have managed to front their crimes in life, have had had them exposed in death.
October 3rd, 2013
I, of course, identified with Thomas Rhodes and like his idea that those of us who seek the treasures of the earth, i.e. gold! are compact, self-contained and harmonized to the end, as opposed to you liberals and intellectuals – splitting the soul into atoms! Hear! Hear! .
October 3rd, 2013
Surely a literary work of genius, but reading this I remember why I started to escape into romance novels. Sometimes I need something fun to give my mind a break. I read this in high school and remember trying to figure out who the different characters would be in my small Minnesota town. It did help open my eyes to the evil beneath the surface in polite society. Masters speaks a deep truth in this work.
October 3rd, 2013
Are people really all that bad? As I read this book, I kept wondering where is the joy, the laughter, the good? Certainly bad things happen in community, but there is always so much good, also. We decry the media for constantly reporting the evil. I say Masters needs to balance the bad with the good. I just don’t think any society is as negative as he portrays.
October 3rd, 2013
Well, albeit a rather dark collection, I do appreciate the way the underdogs triumph, or at least are as good as the top dogs in this picture of American life. As a writer, I can appreciate the work as a whole, but lament that the town Poet Petit missed the poetry, blind to the patterns and beauty of nature his whole life long. And I wish that Masters would have contemplated the poetic beauty of personalities in this small town, too, along the misdeeds and shady personalities that dominate his work.
October 3rd, 2013
Poor Rev. Peet. God rest his soul. I thought of my late husband who also spent hours every week crafting sermons; and to have them all burned by someone who bought the trunkfull after his death? Yet such it is with our life work, often just dust in the wind. I’ve self-published a book of my husband’s sermons, so at least they’ll escape the fire for another generation or two!
October 3rd, 2013
Emily Sparks, clearly a woman of God, trying to evangelize her student — but the young lad must’ve been hopelessly in love with his teacher. Sometimes, lust interferes with the word of God. Not the first time! I’ve heard this one before