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B : pieces of the story don't quite work together, but there's still a lot of that Cain magic See our review for fuller assessment.
From the Reviews: - Return to top of the page - The complete review's Review: You can see why James M. Cain never published The Cocktail Waitress during his lifetime, apparently never quite satisfied with how it all came (or didn't quite) together. It's a complete novel, but clearly Cain was still struggling with aspects of it; as editor Charles Ardai explains in his Afterword: We not only had a complete and finished manuscript, we had several, as well as several partial manuscripts and fragments, some consisting of no more than a few lines on a single sheet of notepaper, others going for a dozen pages or a few dozen. None of the manuscripts were dated, making establishing their order difficultThe version put forth here is, indeed, a complete novel, and it does work as a novel. It's not a rough draft that's been polished up. But you can sense Cain wasn't satisfied with some of the seams and transitions -- that he had found some answers to make his story work, but that he wasn't convinced yet they were exactly the right answers. The Cocktail Waitress is narrated by Joan Medford and begins with her burying her husband. A no-good drunk, he crashed a car after an argument they had had -- and at least one of the policemen assigned to look into the case, Private Church, thinks the circumstances are suspicious, and that Joan might have had something to do with her husband's death. Joan is only twenty-one. She has a three-year-old son, Tad, the light of her life, but is letting her sister-in-law Ethel take care of him for now. Ethel can't have children of her own, and clings to the child desperately, something that Joan can tell will be a problem. But she has to get her life in order before she can reclaim her son. The friendlier of the two policemen investigating her husband's death recommends her for a job, and that's how she winds up as a cocktail waitress. In her new job she quickly catches the eye of a regular, an older, successful businessman named Earl K. White, who always drops by in the afternoon for just a tonic water. Earl immediately makes it a habit to tip Joan very generously; he's clearly smitten, and he's very, very generous. There's another man who doesn't make quite as good a(n almost) first impression when Joan serves him -- but his name is Tom Barclay, and by that time Joan has signaled several times already that he would play an important role as well (beginning with the novel's opening line: "I first met Tom Barclay at my husband's funeral"). Tom also woos Joan, though a bit more aggressively than Earl does. A co-worker of Joan's thinks Tom is going places: He's nobody special -- not yet. But he's one of those you just know will be. Tom Barclay's got an ambition that means something.Earl, on the other hand, is already very successful -- and very free with his money. But Earl has a bad ticker, lamenting even as he lusts after Joan: As my doctor has warned me repeatedly, I can't ... be with a woman. He's quite certain, my heart wouldn't stand up to the strain. Or in other words, marriage with you, for me, would be a sentence of death.Of course, marriage to Joan also turned out to be a sentence of death for husband number one ..... The set-up has a lot of potential, but Cain isn't quite sure how to run with it. Joan's maternal instincts seem a driving force -- the impression is meant to be that she'll do anything to get her kid back -- but Tad remains conveniently tucked away for much of the book, and if being reunited with him was all she was after she could have her happy ending much sooner. Then there are several not-quite-false-starts -- dramatic feints that fizzle out: for example, Private Church comes with an exhumation order for Joan's first husband -- and then nothing is heard about that investigation for most of the rest of the book. Or Joan, suddenly sitting quite pretty thanks to Earl's generosity, does a kind turn for Tom (or rather a friend of Tom's) and suddenly seems on the verge of losing it all (a situation resolved in the book's oddest episode, which seems to have practically nothing to do with the rest of the story). Or Joan realizes she might be pregnant, at a most awkward time -- which would also be a disaster for another reason she remains oblivious to (involving the sedatives someone has passed on to her) but which certainly resonates with the reader. All these situations resolve themselves with barely a fizzle. In her account, Joan presents herself as the object of the intense desire of these two men, but she's hardly a pure innocent. She describes what happens simply and neutrally, but even so it's hard not to see her as a manipulator; she's not quite just the pawn (who is largely only worried about being reunited with her son) she wants to be seen as. And, on occasion, she realizes she might be in over her head: "I knew I'd got myself into something", it dawns on her at one point. And then also: And then at last I began to realize how terrible a thing it was, the dream that you make come true.Yes, Cain certainly still had that touch, conveying the slowly-dawning, shiver-inducing realization that this might all just be a house of cards that Joan has built around her, and that it ain't gonna stand. Typically for this novel, there are more feints as to how Joan will be undone: things do go wrong and bad (in a bit of a rush and muddle towards the end -- Cain could have ironed out some of this) but he keeps his knock-out blow for the very end. You can sense Cain's uneasiness in how the book closes: it's almost too cruel how he ties things up, Joan's account ending with the illusion of everything finally being all set and right, just before it is about to be horribly shattered, in a way Joan can't see coming but the reader knows looms right there. The Cocktail Waitress is a sort of near miss: the elements are there and, despite a few misbegotten scenes (usually involving sex or the discussion of sex ("Joanie, not to get too personal, but are you getting damp, like ? In a certain intimate place ? That we don't mention in mixed company, but between girls could be called the crotch ?"), Cain's writing is pretty solid, with a few great bits. Certainly the numerous story-twists that lead almost nowhere are puzzlingly distracting while serving little purpose, and Cain could have tautened up the narrative by doing away with one or two and integrating the others better. Maybe, too, the femme fatale aspect of the extremely young narrator doesn't come through strongly enough, though maybe that's how Cain wanted it; still, by the end one does have to at least suspect there's more to that fatale aspect (and Private Church's instincts) than Joan's been letting on. If it weren't Cain that had written it one might even be more forgiving, but he set the bar very high for himself with his earlier, tighter works of fiction. But even if it's not first-rate Cain, there's enough Cain in it to be of considerable interest. It probably isn't quite the novel Cain hoped it could be, but it is more than just some posthumous curiosity, too. - M.A.Orthofer, 6 September 2012 - Return to top of the page - The Cocktail Waitress:
- Return to top of the page - American author James Mallahan Cain (1892-1977) was, among other things, managing editor of The New Yorker and a screenwriter. He published his first novel when he was forty-two, and achieved great success with several hard-boiled classics. - Return to top of the page -
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