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Updike, “The Faint” (1977)

A bouncily crass story plodding with clichés (“an ass like two moons”), stereotyped racism (a Japanese girl giving the narrator the eye, “though it was hard to tell with those eyes, those opaque little pools of racial ambition, noncommittal as camera apertures”) and the usual objectifications (“it thrilled him like a spurt of ice water to realize he must dump her”), none of it redeemed by the humor of the grown-man narrator and Porsche-driving real estate developer living with his mom, his first marriage having failed years before.

The slithery-named Freddy Python’s girlfriend Corinna “(or whoever),” goes one reference about her, gets bored at plays and seems to be the usual shallow canvas Updike uses to paint his desires’ vagaries. They go to the theater, she doesn’t feel well, she faints. “She was out cold, and looked grand.” A whole paragraph about the way she looked out cold, the way he felt, as if prized to be the refracted object of the attention she draws. An attendant wakes her up with smelling salts. “The watching women [obviously, no men are watching] greeted this prodigy with murmurs, and Freddy, as somehow its father, took their applause as a compliment to himself.” Everyone orbits around Updike’s male protagonist. Himself. Her unconsciousness is his epiphany. The couple marries.

The New Yorker rejected the story. It appeared in the same Playboy issue that carried the interview with Anita Bryant. Apt, in its own way.

Playboy, May 1978

Updike, “The Parade” (1984)

John Updike’s childhood home in Shillington, Pennsylvania. (The Reading Eagle)

Not at all a story. It had been part of “The Egg Race,” which The New Yorker didn’t like, was cut from it, years later resubmitted as its own story, declined, then run in the Ontario Review and in Odd Jobs, a recollection of when he was invited to be in the Shillington parade. It’s descriptive, entirely self absorbed, not illuminating or generous about parades. In Odd Jobs, he places it in a section on personal essays but doesn’t bother changing the fictional Hayesville.

Ontario Review, Spring-Summer 1985

Updike, “The Egg Race” (1977)

Ferguson reminisces wanderingly: his father, Shillington, here called Heysville, goes to a class reunion, reminisces more walking around town, and shows us why he’s such a coward who wants his cocoon preserved at all costs. Written as if he needed to fill a quota. Interesting premonition of his lung cancer.

The New Yorker, June 13, 1977

Updike, “The Fairy Godfathers” (1976)

Robert J. Manning, center, with Updike and biographer Justin Kaplan (Tom Britt)

Stupid story about man and woman, for some reason called Tod and Pumpkin (the psychiatrists’ names are worse) and their psychiatric sessions after each leaves a spouse. The whole story seems to be an excuse to write a passage about Pumpkin’s feet and how she likes her toes sucked, but otherwise a pointless exercise.

The New Yorker, November 8, 1976

Updike, “From the Journal of a Leper” (1976)

A diary of Updike and his psoriasis. Too self-absorbed down to the scabs. His Treatment. His seeming cure. Dull.

The New Yorker, July 19, 1976

Updike, “Domestic Life in America” (1976)

More autobiography than fiction, written in Boston, “where Updike lived alone from September 1974 through May 1976,” the notes to the Library of America edition tell us. Also the first story Roger Angell edited, following William Maxwell.

Fraser has recently moved out of his family home, to be with his mistress, herself a mother, a walking distance away. But not to live with her. He lives in Boston. He deals with his wife and children around Christmas, and the rising temper of one of his sons, who talks back to his mother, puts up the Christmas tree without his father’s help. The tugs of domesticity, the competition between the two women for Fraser’s attention. His oppressive indecision, making him seem like a eunuch. He then takes the train back to Boston. The scenes are transcribed from his life.

The New Yorker, December 13, 1976