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The Fires of Spring (1982)

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0449214702 (ISBN13: 9780449214701)
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The Fires Of Spring (1982) - Plot & Excerpts

This book is the rambling, somewhat melodramatic rags to riches tale of a young man who grows up in a poorhouse and eventually becomes a professional writer. Along the way he finds somewhat dubious work in an amusement park, is anonymously sponsored with a scholarship to go to college and then wanders the country with a group of traveling actors before finally settling down in NYC editing pulp magazines. There are a lot of characters of ill repute who appear along the way, and the protagonist, David Harper, makes several questionable choices himself. He comes across as a bit callow, which is part of the point of the book, I suppose.As I read this, I suspected that it might be at least partially autobiographical, a fact later confirmed by several reports I read on-line. As a fictionalized account of real events, it works well enough, although as in many narratives taken from the real world, it does wander a bit. I think Michener could have been a touch more selective or focused with this novel.I also felt that Michener elevated too many elements of the story - characters and incidents - to the level of highest importance, ultimately weakening the book. If everything is highlight reel material, there really can be no peaks and valleys, right? The literary flourishes used to draw attention to the major themes of the book are also distracting, and seem the work of a young writer who has not yet learned the gift of understatement (this was only Michener's second book and his first novel).Nonetheless, Michener is a good storyteller, and the tale kept me reasonably attentive through all five hundred pages. This is an interesting glimpse into certain aspects of early 20th century life and a decent coming-of-age story - although you may at times wish that Harper would come of age more quickly!

To say that Michener's first novel is unreadable goes a bit too far. In fact, the style is smooth if not very artful (people "beam" at each other, or "smile" or do other things that lack any sort of real description). The problem is, rather, that everything that happens in the plot is utterly banal and boring. The novel is semi-autobiographical; I suppose that it may even be a story that Michener felt he must tell (or that he adhered too closely to the advice, "Write what you know"). Worse, these banal things keep merely happening; there is nothing at all reflexive or enlightening about them, or that gives any sort of commentary on life more broadly considered. Everything happens and yet nothing really does. This book is entirely forgettable and can be skipped even by Michener's fans.

What do You think about The Fires Of Spring (1982)?

Probably my favorite Michener novel yet (I've read about 5, I think). This is the ambling, sometimes rambling, story of a young man's experience growing up in the midst of the development of the notion of Americana (I can't think of a better way to put it--it's not the typical American experience, necessarily, but as he dabbles in vaudeville and running a con game at a ticket booth on a boardwalk and editing and publishing pulp trash, I think Americana is a safe way of putting it). It's about his loves and losses, affairs of hormonal passion, defeat and disappointment on top of one another and alway this persistent but not necessarily superhuman ability to rise above his circumstance. In all ways, he's average, and that's what I like about him. He has an average heart with dreams that are too big for his circumstances, just like any of us. What made this novel soar was his realization, in the novel's final act, that he has a story to tell, and doggone it, he's going to tell it his way. I could see Michener's heart here, very clearly. His conversation with an editor and his defense of his writing style against her changes and admonishments is a triumphant passage. It's not a show-stopping monologue but a conversation that I'm sure many author has either had with an editor/publisher or has dreamed of having. I loved this book. It is an examination of the pre-war artist's heart, and you can see shades of what the upcoming war is going to mean for the heart of the artists as the world will change forever. This book achieves a poetry that surprises very much because of its ordinary beginnings. While it's not epic in length, it's epic in heart. Great read!
—Adam K.

One of Michener's early novels, and for all it's flaws it's really astonishingly good. You don't really find stories like this any more.It's the story of a young man who grows up essentially an orphan, not too long after the turn of (19th) century. You could call it a coming-of-age novel, and it is, but that doesn't really begin to capture the energy and vitality of the characters.As well as a good read, it's a pretty insightful portrait of an America that no longer exists. And that is probably for the best, yet the portait is fascinating all the same.
—Mathew

This is early Michener -- a coming-of-age novel about a boy growing up in the Midwest during the Depression. My father often told me that it was the closest description he ever read of what life was like during that time. Dad's early childhood was in Oconto, Wisconsin. It's been on my to-read list for a long time, and now, even though I can't discuss it with him, I'll read it with him in my heart.I'm nearly finished. I'm enjoying the story, but don't really see what Dad must have seen. The book seems to be at least semi-autobiographical with a story that does not match at all what I think my father's experience was like. I don't think the writing is all that great, either; it's not terrible at all, but it bugs me from time to time.But I settle into bed and open the book thinking, "Ok, Dad, let's see what happens next."
—Julie

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