The first story in Collected Stories of John O’Hara
(1984) is “The Doctor’s Son” (1935), about the 1918 Spanish flu pandemic. Several months ago, bookish Twitterists were
compiling lists of pandemic fiction, although not, as far as I can tell,
reading much of it, and who can blame anyone.
But I thought there were some interesting things in this story.
O’Hara is from Pennsylvania coal country:
The mines closed down almost with the first whiff of influenza. Men who for years had been drilling rock and had chronic miner’s asthma never had a chance against the mysterious new disease; and even younger men were keeling over, so the coal companies had to shut down the mines, leaving only maintenance men, such as pump men, in charge. Then the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania closed down the schools and churches, and forbade all congregating. If you wanted an ice cream soda you had to have it put in a cardboard container; you couldn’t have it at the fountain in a glass. (4)
The switch from the tragic to the trivial fits the narrator,
James, who is the doctor’s son of the title but who is only fifteen years
old. His father has more or less collapsed
from stress and exhaustion, so a young replacement doctor has been dispatched from
medical school on a temporary basis.
James, with no school, becomes
the chauffeur, driving the Model T and filling the new doctor in on mining
country culture.
The use of bars as immigrant medical clinics, for example,
that was interesting. The doctor goes to
the bars “where the practice of medicine was wholesale” (9), to Kelly’s to
treat crowds of Irish immigrants and Wisniewski’s to handle the Poles. The owner of the latter has the flu, but that
does not mean an end to hospitality, so he is passing the bottle around:
Doctor Myers was horrified. “You oughtn’t to do that. You’ll give the others the flu.”
“Too late now , Doc,” he said. “T’ree bottle now already.”
“You’ll lose all your customers, Steve,” I said.
“How ya figure dat out?” said Steve. “Dis flu make me die, dis bottle make dem die. Fwit! Me and my customers all togeder in hell, so I open a place in hell. Fwit!” (22)
How O’Hara loves the varieties of human speech.
I should include the mask passage, in case we think we have
never done this before:
Doctor Myers at first wore a mask over his nose and mouth when making calls, and so did I, but the gauze stuck to my lips and I stopped wearing it and so did the doctor. It was too much of a nuisance to put them on and take them off every time we would go to a place like Kelly’s, and also it was rather insulting to walk in on a group of people with a mask on your face when nobody in the group was wearing one. (16)
A long, grim passage, when a house call to treat a family
with flu uncovers something even worse, diphtheria, was the dramatic highlight
for me, but the actual story is about the new doctor starting an affair with
the mother of James’s girlfriend (and James is complicit, since he is the
driver), which seemed a little thin, but life goes on, I know, except when it
does not, even in the face of this:
This graph of the American mortality rate from infectious diseases is taken from a 1999 Center for Disease Control article, “Achievements in Public Health, 1900-1999: Control of Infectious Diseases.”
let's hope the current one is also just a spike instead of a trend...
ReplyDeleteYes, let's hope. Viruses run their course eventually.
ReplyDeleteJust rolling my eyes at the mask reference. Have we learned NOTHING in the last 100 years?
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to tell if putting an end to the use of the local bar as a medical clinic is an improvement or not. Right now, I think I'd be in favor of it!
DeleteThat graph suggests we have learned a lot, but in another sense of "we" and "learned," a lesson of literature is that the answer to your question is: no, we have not. What "we" think "we" know changes a lot.
ReplyDeleteStill, doctors now keep their masks on, and in an environment of much lower risk, so that's a change.
There's an interesting personal diary from the early 1900's, I believe it's called My Favorite Beau, which in one chapter deals with the Spanish flu hitting troops in basic training. The effects were vicious as it attacked these young men all pressed together in barracks, etc.
ReplyDeleteThe 1918 American Army stories are crazy - thousands of deaths, the influenza sweeping through the continent, and then on to the armies of Europe, in just a couple of months, no one with any idea of what to do. Healthy young men dropping dead in a few days. Horrible.
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