An Upper-Middle-Class Manifesto

1. We will not hide our disapproval of drunks, especially if they are men of colour, walking on our streets.
2. We try to avoid all contact with people not like us, including changing our route so as not to drive through their neighbourhoods on the way to our summer cottages.
3. We will not hide our disgust, even when we are invited into people's homes and treated with civility. 

This is what I get from Paula Fox's Desperate Characters (1970). Jonathan Franzen, in his 1999 introduction, puts it this way:

Sophie and her husband, Otto, are pioneering urban gentry in the late 1960s, when the civilization of the Free World's leading city seems to be crumbling under a barrage of garbage, vomit and excrement, vandalism, fraud, and class hatred.

I don't want to sound mean or petty, but it just makes him sound like he's signing on to the manifesto. Franzen lives in Brooklyn, like Sophie and her husband Otto, and maybe he's also against drunks walking on the sidewalks of his neighbourhood. The Free World's leading city? I find it funny that New Yorkers always say that as though it's trivially true.

When I wrote about Fox's kids' book a few months ago I said I thought it was the perfect novella experience - more concise than a novel, but with more depth and breadth than a short story. This book, still a novella but over 50% longer than The Stone-Fraced Boy, at 153 pages, is more like a short story with a few extra scenes spliced in. Nothing happens. I like many novels where things happen very slowly, but there's usually something. Here there's a cat bite which might be infected but turns out not to be. There's no character growth, there's no realizations about their worlds or themselves, there's no change of situation of any kind. It's written nicely enough, and for the first fifty pages or so I enjoyed it, but then the relentless whining about poor people, without any authorial distance or perspective, got to me. I read to the end thinking there would be some kind of redeeming change in these people, but there wasn't. I found it too hard to take their eponymous desperation seriously when they were so callous about everyone around them.