The Late Mr. Zigler

"THE GREAT AMERICAN NOVEL--"--Clyde Brion Davis--Farrar & Rinehart ($2.50).

A solemn sap, scrawny, cartoon-faced Homer Zigler was a 23-year-old, $1-a-week cub reporter on a Buffalo newspaper when he decided to become a novelist. But first, said Homer, "to the purpose of preparing myself for that career," he would keep a journal. "The Great American Novel--" is the journal--a satire that starts off by tagging after Ring Lardner, turns off on an oily road marked Irony-&-Pity, skids into caricature, and comes to a happy halt as the June choice of the Book-of-the-Month Club--as did Author Davis' first novel, The Anointed, a bare ten months ago.

Homer's dogging muse is his blonde sweetheart, Fran, who "is sure I shall become a novelist of the Irving Bacheller type--which is exactly the goal at which I am aiming." When the next best-seller type appears, he aims at it ("I can learn much of style from David Grayson," he writes). In 1936, 30 years later, his aim is still waving around, but he hasn't fired a shot. He just goes on filling his journal with fatuous, trite, sentimental, philistine, ingenuous, graphic practice notes: about newspaper jobs in Cleveland, San Francisco, Denver, everything from news happenings to a synopsis of his novel (a stupendous family chronicle from Jeremiah I to Jeremiah IV), from election returns to querulous data on his wife's raising the baby on candy, from denunciations of automobiles and airplanes to pompous credos favoring Democracy. Typical of his talent is his alibi for hanging around his Kansas City landlady's daughter: "When a man denies himself all feminine companionship," reflects Homer, "he is likely to warp his cosmos."

The really important entries in Homer's journal, recurring about once a week, are his dreams of his old sweetheart Fran. These dreams start soon after he runs away from Buffalo, jealous because she talked to another boy. Homer believes his visions are mystic bulletins telling in exact detail what happens to her; he is, of course, 100% wrong. When, in one of them, Fran's clothesline breaks, Homer writes severely: "I should think Clark [her dream husband] could at least put up a wire clothesline for her."

Toward the last third of the journal, when Homer is in his 40s, he begins reading Sherwood Anderson, Dreiser, Hemingway, confesses that his "whole attitude toward literature is undergoing a renascence." When, despite his sobered new outlook, he continues right up to his sudden end to be almost as dumb as ever, most readers will call his story a libel on even the most fatuous of would-be novelists.

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