Hooray for Valentines Day!
Today is a wonderful opportunity to gorge oneself on overpriced chocolate and questionable fettucine alfredo, while dining with the one you love.
Or, if you’re tired of hearing everyone yapping about love and such, then perhaps you’d like to relish in the dark, miserable side of romance.
Like these terrible couples from literature, for example. So if you hate Valentines Day, then today’s post is for you.
Here are some of the worst couples in literature–at least that I could think of.
Not long after I started this blog, I thought it would be a good idea to start ranking the books based on my opinions.
When I interviewed Lev Grossman, he explained why Time didn’t rank the books, which makes sense. But I’ve kept at it anyway, fully realizing these are completely subjective and, most likely, pointless rankings.
Every five books, I take a little time to explain my thoughts on where I’ve ranked each novel. This last batch of five was one of the best groups of books I’ve read yet.
Three of the five are in my top 10, with Under The Volcano being the only real stinker of the bunch.
Here’s how I broke them down:
Historically, men have done stupid things because of their lady friends.
I think it’s just a fact of life. It’s not that women—at least most of them—intentionally turn guys into idiots. But, somehow, dudes turn into blubbering fools who make horrible decisions when a woman smiles at them.
Clyde Griffiths, our unbelievably stupid male protagonist in An American Tragedy, is no exception. In fact, when it comes to stupid dudes, Clyde may very well take the proverbial cake.
Lengthy essays and journal articles could be written about the topic of today’s post. It reminds me a of something I might have chosen as a topic for a research paper in college.
Now, that I’ve done a horrible job of selling this post (after all, who doesn’t want to read research paper material at 7:30 in the morning?), let’s get to it. At least it’s not 30 pages, right?
As I’ve wrapped up An American Tragedy, I noticed a lot of similarities between it and another novel I read from the Time list—Native Son by Richard Wright.
The protagonist in each is a poor outcast who dreams of a better life. He’s grown up in a crappy environment and he’s envious of those who are better off. He’s a bit of a womanizer and gets involved in relationships that end tragically—sending him on the run and eventually to prison.
Famous literary critic Irving Howe compared An American Tragedy and Native Son this way:
Many bad movies have been made from great novels. But I’d say that very few bad novels have been turned into great movies.
So when a novel is turned into a feature film that wins 6 Academy Awards and the first Golden Globe for Best Picture, you can safely assume that the original novel was excellent.
An American Tragedy was published in 1925. Twenty-five years later, the novel was turned into a wildly successful film called A Place In The Sun—starring Montgomery Clift, Elizabeth Taylor, and Shelly Winters, “three flaming young stars,” according to the movie’s trailer below.
The real-life story that An American Tragedy is based on is full of so many twists and turns that it’s almost hard to believe.
Had Chester Gillette murdered Grace Brown in 2006 instead of 1906, he might go down as one of the most notorious criminals in American history. That said, his murder case was still well known enough to prompt Dreiser’s novel and an Academy Award Winning movie, A Place In The Sun.
But even bigger than both of those things (insert sarcasm) was the story’s appearance in the television show Unsolved Mysteries. It’s not the murder case itself that was unsolved, but, supposedly, the ghost of Grace Brown still haunts a small lodge on Big Moose Lake, the lake where she was murdered by Gillette.
As a general rule, I’ll say it’s probably a bad idea to take dating advice from novels.
At the bare minimum, I’d say it’s a horrible idea to take dating advice from Clyde Griffiths, the protagonist in An American Tragedy.
Clyde is fond of the obsessive stalker approach—a technique he uses throughout the novel on 4 or 5 different females–all of which he’s pretty much just met. It takes all of 7 seconds for Clyde to fall in love and express that to his female companion with the passion of a man who’s been in love for years.
Although I’m totally out of the dating game, I’ll go out on a limb here and say this is a horrible approach. Ladies, feel free to correct me if I’m wrong.
In today’s post, I’ve pulled out some of Clyde’s obsessive quotes from An American Tragedy. Following each quote is my interpretation of what Clyde was actually trying to say—what was going on in this young man’s infatuated, stalker mind.