BOOKS DISCUSSED IN THIS ESSAY
Reilly and Lee
Michigan State University Press
Random House, 182 pp., $10.00
Bowling Green University Popular Press, 213 pp., $4.50 (paper)
'I have just seen a number of landscapes by an American painter of some repute,' wrote John Ruskin in 1856; 'and the ugliness of them is Wonderful. I see that they are true studies and that the ugliness of the country must be unfathomable.' This was not kind. But then the English of that day had no great liking for the citizens of the Great Republic. Twenty-four years earlier Mrs. Trollope had commented without warmth on the manners and the domestic arrangements of United Statesmen (or persons, as we must now, androgynously, describe ourselves). Twelve years earlier Charles Dickens had published Martin Chuzzlewit. Dickens had found the American countryside raw. The cities ramshackle. The people grasping, boastful, even—yes, dishonest. This was not at all kind. But then how could these British travelers have known that in a century's time the barbarous republic beyond the western sea would not once but twice pull from the flames of war (or 'conflagration' as they say in California) England's chestnuts?
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