For me this is the first
American book that relishes in the history and the times past. That eschews
that any thoughts that everything will be better. It’s author describes the New
Yorkers 1940 through the 1960s – from outsiders to everyday people. His
philosophy is well summarized by one of his characters Joe Gould:
“”’The history of a nation is not in parliaments and battlefields, but
in what the people say to each other on fair days and high days, amd in how
they farm, and quarrel, and go on a pilgrimage.’ All at once, the idea for the
Iral History occurred to me: I would spend the rest of my life going about the
city listening to people – eavesdropping, if necessary – and writing down
whatever I heard them say that sounded revealing to me, no matter how boring or
idiotic or vulgar or obscene it might sound to others.” (Mitchell, 1992, p.644).
But this is just an excuse to write the most important oral history for
anyone: about ourselves. “Gould would quote from the Oral History while the gin
and beer were gradually taking hold, and then he would lose interest in the
Oral History and talk more and more about himself. He seemed to think that no
detail in his life was too trivial to tell about.” (Mitchell, 1992, p.674).
When he finds out that Joe Gould did not actually wrote the Oral History
the author is not disappointed: “Anyway, I decided, if there way anything the
human race had sufficiency of, a sufficency and a surfeit, it was books. When I
thought of the cataracts of books that were pouring off the presses of the
world at that moment, only a very few of which would be worth picking up and
looking at, let alone reading, I began to feel that it was admirable that he
hadn’t written it.” (Mitchell, 1992, p.693).
In his life Joe Gould created a more interesting character, than his
book probably would: “He had come to Greenwich Village and had found a mask for
himself, and he had put it on and kept it on. The Eccentric Author of a Great,
Mysterious, Unpublished Book – that was his mask. And, hiding behind it, he had
created a character a good deal more complicated, it seemed to me, than most of
the characters created by the novelists and playwrights of his time.”
(Mitchell, 1992, p.693).
But. By definition, more important than the ‘philosophy’ of this Oral
History are the stories and observations that Mitchell shares in his book:
“Their guesses range between sixty-five and seventy-five; he is fifty
three. He is never hurt by this; he looks upon it as a proof of his
superiority. “I do more living in one year,” he says, “than ordinary humans do in
ten.” (Mitchell, 1992, p.54).
“Practicing short hand takes her mind off herself.” (Mitchell, 1992,
p.104).
“Commodore Dutch is a brassy little man who has made a living for the
last forty years by giving an annual ball for the benefit of himself. “I haven’t
got a whole lot of sense,” he likes to say, “but I got too much sense to
work.”” (Mitchell, 1992, p.118).
About alcohol: “”If I was to get a skinful,” he says, “I would stay
right in and insult everybody I know. I would make enemies and enemies don’t
pay dues.” (Mitchell, 1992, p.123).
“that did not help me to conquer the feeling that I had no right to
knock on tenement doors and catechize men and women who were interesting only
because they were miserable in some unusual way.” (Mitchell, 1992, p.138).
“he is a good listener; he is one of hose who believe very little of
what they hear but always look and act as if they believe every word.”
(Mitchell, 1992, p.175).
“And while I’m on the subject, you’ll never understand gypsies until you
understand how they feel about stealing. It’s simple: they believe they’re born
with the right to steal, and the reason they give, they tell the blasphemous
story there was a gypsy in the crowd that followed Jesus up the hill, and on
the way this gypsy did his best to steal four nails that the Roman soldiers had
brought with them to nail Jesus to the Cross – two for Jis hands, one for His
feet, and one that was extra long for his Head or His heart, whichever they
decided to drive it through – but the gypsy succeeded in stealing only one, and
it was the one that was extra long, and when the soldiers got ready to use it
and couldn’t find it they suspected the gypsy and beat him bloody trying to
make him tell where he had put it, but he wouldn’t, and while Jesus was dying
he spoke to the gypsy from the Cross and said that from then on gypsies had the
right to wander the earth and steal.”” (Mitchell, 1992, p.180-1).
“I wanted these stories to be truthful rather than factual, but they are
solidly based on facts.” (Mitchell, 1992, p.373).
“”This is something I got not business telling a young man,” Mr. Flood
said, “but the pleasnatest news to any human being over seventy-five is the
news that some other human being around that age just died. That’s provided the
deceased ain’t related, and sometimes even if he is. You put on a long face,
and you tell everybody how sad and sorrowful it makes you feel, but you think
to yourself, ‘Well, I outlived him. Thank the Lord it was him and not me.’ You
think to yourself, ‘One less. More room for me.’” (Mitchell, 1992, p.401).
“”Tommy, my boy,” he said, “I don’t know. Nobody knows why they do
anything. I could give you one dozen reasons why I prefer the Fulton Fish
Market to Miami, Florida, and most likely none would be the right one. The
right reason is something obscure and way off and I probably don’t even know it
myself.” (Mitchell, 1992, p.408).
“refrigerators so big they’re all out of reason, cars that reach from
here to Rossville – but they aren’t built to last, they’re built to wear out.
And that’s the way the people want it. It’s immaterial to them how long a thing
lasts. In fact, if it don’t wear out quick enough, they beat it and bang it and
kick it and jump up and down on it, so they can get a new one. Most of what you
buy nowadays, the outside is everything, the inside don’t matter.” (Mitchell,
1992, p.515).
“In New York City, especially in Greenwich Village, down among the
cranks and the might’ve beens and the would-bes and the never-wills and the
God-knows-whats, I have always felt at home.” (Mitchell, 1992, p.623).
“I listened to him when he was cast down and meek – when, as he used to
say, felt so low he had to reach up to touch bottom.” (Mitchell, 1992, p.627).