The Cost of Living
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Authors: Mavis Gallant
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THE COST OF LIVING
MAVIS GALLANT was born in Montreal and worked as a journalist at the
Montreal Standard
before moving to Europe to devote herself to writing fiction. After traveling extensively she settled in Paris, where she still resides. She is the recipient of the 2002 Rea Award for the Short Story and the 2004 PEN/Nabokov Award for lifetime achievement. New York Review Books Classics has published two previous collections of Gallant's stories,
Paris Stories
, selected and introduced by Michael Ondaatje (2002), and
Varieties of Exile
, selected and introduced by Russell Banks (2003).
JHUMPA LAHIRI is the author of the short-story collections
Unaccustomed Earth
and
Interpreter of Maladies
, and of a novel,
The Namesake
. Her interview with Mavis Gallant appeared in the summer 2009 issue of
Granta
.
THE COST OF LIVING
Early and Uncollected Stories
MAVIS GALLANT
Introduction by
JHUMPA LAHIRI
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I
HAPPENED
to have the privilege of interviewing Mavis Gallant while the present collection was being assembled. Sitting with her in February 2009 at the Village Voice Bookshop in Paris, I asked how she thought her stories, published over the course of half a century, had changed. “I don't compare,” she replied. “It's just a straight line to me.” To prove her point, she briefly lifted, with her fingers, an apricot-colored necklace that rested against her chest. “They're like the beads on this.”
The twenty stories here were published during the first twenty years of Gallant's career, between 1951 and 1971. They were written prior to the age of fifty; she turned eighty-seven just as this volume went to press. Many are culled from her first two collections,
The Other Paris
(1956) and
My Heart Is Broken
(1964), and also from
In Transit
, which was published in the late Eighties but contains earlier work. One story, originally published in
The New Yorker
, is a chapter from her first novel,
Green Water, Green Sky
(1959). In fact, all but three of these stories initially appeared in
The New Yorker
. None were included in
The Collected Stories
, published in 1996, which compiled only a fraction of Gallant's work, and a good third of them have never been collected in a book at all. They are arranged in chronological order. The earliest, “Madeline's Birthday,” was published in
The New Yorker
on September 1, 1951. It is among more than one hundred stories by Gallant that the magazine would accept.
“Madeline's Birthday” was the second story Gallant submitted to
The New Yorker
; the first was returned with the inquiry, “Do you have anything else you can show us?” At the time, she was a twenty-seven-year-old reporter at the
Standard
in Montreal. Gallant was born in Montreal in 1922, ten years after John Cheever, ten years before John Updike. Along with Cheever and Updike, she kept company, in the pages of
The New Yorker
, with Donald Barthelme, J.D. Salinger, Frank O'Connor, and Sylvia Townsend Warner, all of whom were publishing fiction there regularly during the Fifties and Sixties. Most of Gallant's
New Yorker
stories were edited by William Maxwell;
My Heart Is Broken
is dedicated to him. Before “Madeline's Birthday” was accepted, she had already resolved to move to Paris and was determined to make her living exclusively as a writer of fiction. The sheer bravado of this decision, particularly for a single woman of that period, is astonishing. Gallant simultaneously abandoned a reliable paycheck and her country of origin in exchange for an artist's life on foreign soil.
The New Yorker
remained her home across the ocean; the magazine's steady support through the years was crucial to her, just as the steady stream of stories she contributed were for the magazine.
Readers of Gallant's fiction tend to associate it with Canada and France, and Michael Ondaatje, Russell Banks, and Douglas Gibson have all made selections of her work that highlight those attachments. But between the ages of thirteen and eighteen, the years following her father's death and her mother's remarriage, Gallant lived in and around New York City, a place she told me she loves, while attending a series of schools, sometimes as a boarder. These were the years leading up to World War Two, of the Great Depression and FDR's second term as president; Duke Ellington and his orchestra were playing at the Cotton Club, and the Empire State Building had recently been completed. Many of Gallant's earliest stories reflect her encounter with the United States: the characters in “Going Ashore,” “One Morning in May,” “The Picnic,” and “Autumn Day” are all Americans, and many of them are New Yorkers. “Thieves and Rascals” takes place entirely in Manhattan, in its apartments and on its sidewalks, with the Museum of Modern Art, Grand Central Station, and Columbia University contributing to the backdrop. “Madeline's Birthday” is set just outside New York, in Connecticut, but as in many suburban tales, the city and its ways are an implicit presence throughout.
Part of Madeline's predicament is that she is a city child stuck in the country. She is the by-product of a broken marriage; her mother lives in Europe, and her father has remarried a woman she's never met. She is consequently a vagabond: “The days of her lifetime had been spent in so many different placesâin schools, in camps, in the houses of people she was or was not related toâthat the first sight of day was, almost by habit, bewildering.” A student at boarding school, Madeline ends up living alone in a Manhattan apartment for three weeks because her mother has forgotten to instruct her to go to the home of Mrs. Tracy, a family friend, for the summer. Once the oversight is rectified and Madeline is safely installed in Connecticut, Mrs. Tracy believes she's saved Madeline from neglect, while Madeline, accustomed to her independence, feels like she's been taken hostage. Madeline is half girl, half woman, a creature at once precocious and vulnerable. She is neither a child, like Mrs. Tracy's six-year-old daughter, Allie, nor an adult, like Mrs. Tracy, whose husband works in the city and comes home only on weekends. On the morning of her seventeenth birthday, Madeline dreams of receiving a dollhouse, but her stepmother sends an unsuitable evening gown instead. Along with Madeline, Mrs. Tracy has taken in a German student named Paul, a boy orphaned by the war. Rounding out the cast of characters is Doris the maid, running an electric blender in the kitchen, and finally, offstage but central to the drama, there is Edward, the part-time patriarch of the household.
The maiden publication of any major writer is of interest, but “Madeline's Birthday” introduces a voice that is preternaturally mature. For a relatively fleet, satirical tale that isolates only an hour or two of human drama, it is surprisingly capacious, and also unsettling. It is a double portrait of adolescent angst and alienation on the one hand, and the false order and forced cheer of domesticity on the other. Part of its complexity is due to the fact that we have access not just to one or two but several points of view. This is the narrative equivalent of what acrobats do as they leap from one swinging bar to anotherâa feat ambitious enough in a novel, forbidding in the restricted confines of short fiction. The startling precision of Gallant's language, her agility as a storyteller, and her uncanny ability to distill, in a handful of words, the inner states of her charactersâall are amply evident in this striking debut. Of Madeline's intolerance for Paul, with whom she must share a bathroom, Gallant writes, “They did not even have a cake of soap in common.”
Thematically, “Madeline's Birthday” sets a precedent for a great deal that followed. It is about characters juxtaposed but estranged, about children living without parents, about women living without husbands. It is about attitudes toward foreigners (Mrs. Tracy is disappointed in Paul, who is dark, bespectacled, and “anything but arrogant,” for not corresponding to her notion of Germans), and about the repercussions of history on personal lives. It is essentially about a denial of the truth; for Mrs. Tracy, who believes fervently in the healing powers of summers spent in her country house, who identifies wholly with its breezes and hinges and coverlets, has only the dimmest perception of the people surrounding her. Nonetheless, Mrs. Tracy makes a single observation that redeems her. “They're both adrift, in a way,” she says of Madeline and Paul. Here Mrs. Tracy names a condition that is central to Gallant's writing. Her characters (including, as we shall see, Mrs. Tracy herself) are all adrift, either cut loose from their origins or caught between currents that are personal, temporal, political, sometimes a combination of all three. Bringing that drift into focus is the essence of Gallant's art.
With the prospect of publication in
The New Yorker
, Gallant moved to Europe in October 1950. After a brief stay in London, she went to Paris and lived in a hotel populated by expatriates. The experience provided a seed, perhaps, for the brilliant title story in this volume, “The Cost of Living,” which was published in 1962, about a decade after “Madeline's Birthday.” Compared to the single narrative arc of “Madeline's Birthday,” the plot of “The Cost of Living” is involuted, told through the murky prism of memory, its force accumulating like a series of waves. It is a denser and more challenging story, virtually impossible, in my opinion, to digest properly in a single reading; it is thus a story that reveals a new level of technical mastery and sophistication in Gallant's development. We leave behind the domestic comforts of an eighteenth-century house in Connecticut for a hotelâa favorite setting in Gallant's workâon the Left Bank of Paris, claustrophobic and squalid, with silverfish and dusty claret hangings. We travel from the bourgeois landscape to the bohemian, from a suburban American summer to an urban European winter. In the opening paragraph, the unforgiving atmosphere is rendered with Dickensian flourish: “dark with the season, dark with the cold, dark with the dark air of cities.” The lack of natural light is absolute: “The only light on the street was the blue neon sign of a snack bar.”
The story is narrated in the first person by an Australian woman named Patricia, or Puss, who runs away to Paris at twenty-seven and scrapes by giving piano lessons. Her older sister, Louise, prudent and parsimonious, follows “wisely, calmly,” with money inherited after their parents' death, and though she can afford better, stays with Puss at the same shabby hotel. Louise is disappointed by Paris, a recurring dilemma in Gallant's world. She arrives “thinking that Paris would be an easy, dreamy city, full of trees and full of timeâ¦angelic children sailing boats in the fountains, and calm summer streets.” Instead, the parks are “full of brats and quarreling mothers.” Louise is one of the many industrious tourists in Gallant's fiction who, having invested in a journey to Europe, seeks to reap cultural gain: “Once she had visited all the museums, and cycled around the famous squares, and read what was written on the monuments, she felt she was wasting her opportunities.” Among the other residents at the hotel are two aspiring, impoverished French actorsâSylvie (who lives in an unheated linen cupboard and whose indiscretions “spread like the track of a snail” across Paris), and Patrick, who is awaiting a visa and strives to get to America.