The Swimmer (1964)
newyorker.com
newyorker.com
From https://www.theguardian.com/books/2015/aug/31/the-swimmer-by...:
“But as fun as it is to play spot-the-allusion – and as tempting as it is to view The Swimmer as a Portrait of the Artist as a Middle-Aged Man – Cheever’s greatest short story transcends its influences and any autobiographical frisson to emerge as a quietly devastating journey into one man’s heart of darkness. And as a piece of prose it is as near-miraculous as the journey it describes, standing as a perfect example of Cheever’s description of fiction as ‘the telling of lies … a sort of sleight-of-hand that displays our deepest feelings about life.’ “
If you like this style you may also want to read William Trevor’s stories, for the British equivalent.
Starts off with a real Ferris Bueller lightheartedness and takes a very moving turn.
Also worth mentioning in the same breath is Alice Munro — the "Canadian William Trevor", perhaps?
In fact, I hated the writing because it reminded me of Salinger and felt almost like a rip-off of the same aesthetic. In many ways it felt like it would have fit in with Nine Stories.
But somehow it kept me reading and now that I'm done I see it as a really brilliant story. It is so obvious in retrospect, from a jaunty fantasy to a gut-punch stripping away of American life. It is just a fantastic idea from conception to execution.
I see a direct connection from this kind of story to David Foster Wallace and then onto Charlie Kaufman. It is surreal, cynical, and nihilistic. I now want to read more of this man's work.
The story is allegory. The movie uses cinematic techniques to enhance the presentation and the acting is of high quality.
Just a guy who lost his job and couldn't replace it because of pride, cheated on his wife (maybe with multiple women?), and maybe became homeless?
For anyone who doesn't already know the story, I think it's best to go in blind, but if you don't mind spoilers (and I guess this one has definitely reached the statute of limitations):
"Cheever's swimmer is a tragic hero disguised as an upper-class suburbanite. There are a lot of tragic heroes hidden in suburbia, I guess, perhaps because so many of them subscribe to the New Yorker."
(I was surprised to see the upvotes this morning. I really don't ever have any idea what HN is going to find interesting.)