"Lost in Uttar Pradesh"
In his most famous novel, 鈥淢rs. Bridge,鈥� Evan S. Connell captured with hair-curling accuracy the mind-set of a 1930s matron trapped in upper-middle-class Midwestern America. Connell saddled his character, India Bridge, with a name that made her uncomfortable with its suggestion of an exotic world beyond Kansas City.
Many of the 22 stories in Connell鈥檚 career-spanning new collection, Lost in Uttar Pradesh, are about the rub between people confined to small lives versus wanderers who explore the expansive richness of the world at large. Connell鈥檚 titles can be off-puttingly abstruse, but the stories themselves, most of which have been previously published and anthologized, are accessible. They feature a wealth of detail and leisurely pace uncommon in contemporary fiction.
Two of the best, 鈥淭he Walls of 脕vila鈥� and 鈥淭he Palace of the Moorish Kings,鈥� concern J.D., 鈥淥ne of those uncommon men who follow dim trails around the world hunting a fulfillment they couldn鈥檛 find at home.鈥�
J.D. visits his hometown after 10 years, regaling his rooted high school friends with tales of far-off lands, causing them to question the ordinariness of their lives. Connell鈥檚 unnamed narrator comments, 鈥淥ften we wondered why he chose to live as he did, floating here and there like a leaf on the pond.鈥� One of J.D.鈥檚 old buddies, now a doctor, notes that J.D. 鈥渋s Don Quixote ... without a lance, an opponent, or an ideal,鈥� and that he 鈥渓ived as the rest of us dreamt of living, which is not easy for us to accept.鈥�
Connell acknowledges in his foreword that another recurrent character, 40-year-old Muhlbach 鈥� 鈥渋ndestructible, a veritable storm cellar of a man鈥濃�� is his 鈥渟tuffy replica of Dr. Cornelius,鈥� inspired by Thomas Mann鈥檚 鈥淒isorder and Early Sorrow.鈥�
Some men, it seems, are not cut out for adventure 鈥� and this fascinates Connell. In 鈥�St. Augustine鈥檚 Pigeon,鈥� which gave Connell鈥檚 1982 collection its title, prematurely widowed Muhlbach knows that his 鈥渟pirit is suffocating鈥� and his 鈥渟enses are withering ... exiled from delight.鈥�
Yet a night pursuing pleasure turns out to be a series of small disasters, including a stolen wallet. As Muhlbach observes, 鈥淵ou can go a long way to hell with little steps.鈥� When a pigeon overhead releases 鈥渓iquescent thunder against his hat,鈥� it鈥檚 the last straw for poor Muhlbach. He realizes he has exceeded 鈥渢he limits set for my nature.鈥�
Fans of Connell鈥檚 Mr. and Mrs. Bridge novels will appreciate his incisive new stories about Proctor Bemis and his wife, Marguerite. Bemis is a well-to-do retired financial CEO who has become alarmed about the 鈥渆thical decay鈥� of America.
鈥淏ack to the Stone Age, Mr. Bemis thought. LeMay chomping a cigar. Napalm. Calley. What鈥檚 happened to us? What have we become? Jefferson, Washington, Adams, Franklin 鈥� would they recognize their country?鈥�
In 鈥淓lection Eve,鈥� Bemis鈥檚 moral outrage explodes in a rant at his mostly Republican neighbors during an election night party 鈥� to the mortification of his wife. Marguerite delivers a conservative counter-tirade in 鈥淢rs. Proctor Bemis.鈥�
As in the Bridge novels, Connell deftly captures their voices and juxtaposes their points of view, interspersing their political discussions with inane headlines from the newspapers Mr. Bemis is forever reading and homely comments about their butcher鈥檚 prime rib.
Another traveler who turns up in more than one story is Uncle Gates, an emeritus professor of history and literature from Illinois. In 鈥�Nan Madol,鈥� his nephew, charged with entertaining him when he comes through San Francisco on his way back from the South Seas, worries about taxing the old man but soon learns that Uncle Gates鈥檚 zest for new experience probably exceeds his own.
In the book鈥檚 title story, 鈥淟ost in Uttar Pradesh,鈥� William sees his uncle at his parents鈥� 50th wedding anniversary back in Kansas City. Now 80, tipsy Uncle Gates rambles on about long-past adventures in India.
He also admonishes his nephew, 鈥淲illiam, you should manage a peek at the world. You are a stick-in-the-mud.鈥� The news of Uncle Gates鈥檚 death a few months later is mitigated for William by his recollection of the old man鈥檚 satisfied pronouncement: 鈥淚 have met the elephant with a ruby on its forehead.鈥�
Connell makes it clear in these wide-ranging stories just how important he feels it is to 鈥渕anage a peek at the world鈥� and meet 鈥渢he elephant with a ruby on its forehead.鈥�
Heller McAlpin, a freelance critic in New York, is a frequent contributor to the Monitor鈥檚 Book section.
