Charyn, Jerome 1937–
Charyn is an American novelist, short story writer, playwright, and editor. Although his early books were traditional, since the late 1960s Charyn has been writing antirealist novels that show affinities with the works of Nabokov and Hawkes. All his fiction is distinguished by his fluent, inventive language and comedic sense. (See also CLC, Vols. 5, 8, and Contemporary Authors, Vols. 5-8, rev. ed.)
Jerome Charyn seems at first [in The Franklin Scare] to be writing a historical novel about the last days of FDR—the action takes place in 1944 and 1945—and he gives us Yalta, the altruism of Mrs. Roosevelt, and the obtrusive campaign of Dewey. But he refuses to offer official versions. He is after bigger game. By introducing perverse, mad and unreal characters, he suggests that "History," as we were taught it, is simply another story.
Charyn mixes categories. He takes apparently factual details—say FDR's passion for stamps—but he dwells upon them so that they become "magical" and distorted. He thus affirms that solemn greatness is close to dreamy vanity—and by doing...
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[Jerome Charyn in "The Franklin Scare"] has tamed his prose and makes it perform tricks. It is a New York prose, street-smart, sly and full of lurches, like a series of subway stops on the way to hell. It sets its energy from popular culture, and its essential moral concerns arrive in a kind of drag of language, a hip uniform, thumbs hooked in the belt. It will never allow itself to sound corny, but, always in motion, always angling, it gets the job done, as if selling us a bridge or a silo of olive oil.
And yet what is so astonishing and satisfying about "The Franklin Scare" is that, inside its pop conventions and its hip parodies, it likes Eleanor and Franklin every bit as much as Joseph Lash does....
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"Once Upon a Droshky" was the title of Jerome Charyn's first novel, and that title might serve as a lead-in to his 12th and latest, "Secret Isaac." There are strong elements of the fairy tale in this curious book. Whores and pimps take the place of princesses and their keepers, big-city corruption is the glass mountain, politicians are the wizards, and Isaac Sidel, secret Isaac, is the disguised prince….
It's difficult to be sure what Jerome Charyn is getting at in this frenetic novel. For a reader familiar with some of the earlier adventures of Isaac Sidel contained in "Blue Eyes," "Marilyn the Wild" and "The Education of Patrick Silver," that heuristic thread would perhaps begin to reveal a...
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You've got to attend closely to Jerome Charyn. He's ambitious, daring, but quietly so. "The Seventh Babe" starts out as a fairly conventional baseball novel but modulates into something more strange and wonderful and decidedly south-of-the-border. (p. 12)
[Well] before the book is half over, Mr. Charyn explodes the genre and the reader's expectations. Rags turns out to be neither orphan nor hayseed, but the son of a copper millionaire. So much for the coming of age of a young ballplayer. Still more disconcerting, the book doesn't end with the close of the season—a formal absolute of the baseball novel—but willfully continues through season after season. Rags becomes the darling of Boston; he gets...
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["The Seventh Babe" is] the American dream of baseball re-enacted as nightmare, a hallucinated image of what lies outside of the official histories and record books. Anyone brought up on the traditional myths is bound to find the novel irritating and disturbing. I certainly did. But then … there's a lot more to the game than its traditional myths. (p. 288)
Christopher Lehmann-Haupt, "Two on Baseball," in The New York Times, Section III (© 1979 by The New York Times Company; reprinted by permission), June 18, 1979 (and reprinted in Books of the Times, Vol. II, No. 6, 1979, pp. 286-88).∗
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[Mr. Charyn's] operating principle is to behave as if there were no such thing as an anti-climax; as if, whether or not there's a palace of wisdom at the end of it, the road of excess is the only road to take. He is determined at all costs to be the sort of novelist that appalled Ford Madox Ford—a novelist of the new breed as described and exemplified by Wyndham Lewis: "Letting off brilliant fireworks. Performing like dogs on tight ropes. Something to give them the idea they're at a performance." Mr. Charyn's best previous performances might arguably be located in the early childhood section of "On the Darkening Green" (1965) or in the grotesqueries of "Blue Eyes" (1974), a thriller with an unfollowable story but...
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Jerome Charyn seems to handicap himself right off by giving the first-person lead of [The Catfish Man] to a ringer named "Jerome Charyn." Hasn't the word gone out among novelists to lay off that one for a while? But then, one of Charyn's best acts is playing dumb. His apparently self-assertive gesture gives this mock autobiography … an atmosphere of flaky exhiliration. No snob appeal here, and the subtitle offers us "a conjured life," so as I begin to read I rashly decide that The Catfish Man is going to show us how life in general, and Charyn's in particular, can be reimagined. To serve his metaphor, we can with a kick of our tails swim upstream against fate, especially if we're up to sniffing which...
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