Rob St. Amant

Rob St. Amant
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My roots are in San Francisco and later Baltimore, where I went to high school and college. I stayed on the move, living for a while in Texas, several years in a small town in Germany, and then several more in Massachusetts, working on a Ph.D. in computer science. I'm now a professor at North Carolina State University, in Raleigh. My book, Computing for Ordinary Mortals, will appear this fall. www.amazon.com/author/robertstamant

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NOVEMBER 24, 2010 10:13AM

The Woodrow Wilson Dime

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Lately, to unwind in the evenings, I've been re-reading a comic novel by Jack Finney. Finney is best known for The Body Snatchers and Time and Again; this is a fluffy fantasy called The Woodrow Wilson Dime, originally published in 1968. Benjamin Bennell, a twenty-something office drone, finds a portal to an alternate world. History has taken slightly different turns in this new world, and he's more successful in any number of ways. (He's also married to a different woman, which is the main point of the novel and of the short story on which it is based.)

Here's the thing: I'm reading the novel in an omnibus collection from 1987, and it's different from the 1968 version. How appropriate, right? Not really. When you read a contemporary novel from the 1960s, you immerse yourself in the language and cultural assumptions and society of the time. Apparently believing that this is a bad thing, someone has gone through the original novel and updated a few of the lines to 1987 standards.

For example, instead of admiring "a dark-green eight-thousand-dollar sports car", Ben admires a "a dark-green forty-two-thousand-dollar sports car". Instead of meeting Spencer Tracy and Katharine Hepburn working in a drugstore (as a pharmacist and a clerk--he asks Tracy, "Have you ever considered acting in the movies?"), Ben meets Paul Newman and Glenn Close. Ben reflects on the relationship between two women and thinks that it's like Linda Evans looking at Cindi Lauper.

But it's still the 1960s in every other way! At one point in the story Ben is spending $13.75 per week on rent at the YMCA. He rides what he calls an "automatic" elevator to his office at work, as if it's just as common to find human beings operating other elevators. He wears a suit to work every day and changes into wash slacks in the evenings; his wife wears stockings and a slip. Ben sometimes tucks a rolled-up message into a finger of his wife's glove. And a newspaper costs a dime. (That's the point of the title of the book, which I imagine they didn't want to change.)

Don't do it.

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That's really interesting. An item on the list of why publishing is in such trouble. AND a Jack Finney novel I'd never heard of. I'll be searching to find that before you read this!
So, this was interesting. And I often wonder, except for us salon people, who out in the world knows who Woodrow Wilson was?
Peace in our time



Stop the advance of the 451s
Hi, Roger! I hope life is treating you well. The WWD is a light but enjoyable read, I think, at least in its original version.

Hi, Elijah Rising--that's a good point. :-) Finney might have used Wilson because his eyeglasses would be unusual for a portrait on a coin, but who's going to know that today? I don't know.
Sounds a fine tale....


^R^
The mashup of TWO eras' worth of cultural references makes it unintentionally funny.

They didn't even pick particularly iconic eighties personalities.

Fun observations.
It's okay, skypixie0.

Verbal, it's an odd thing: I last read this book maybe 20 years ago. Today, I'm seeing connections to Fringe, Mad Men, all sorts of things that have come up in the past few years. The icons change pretty quickly.
I see your point. I think I'll leave my novel alone from now on.
Revisionist history! rated.
The more things change, the more they stay the same. Maybe it's actually by Philip K. Dick and he didn't really die, he's just messing around with other writers' stories . . . .
Wow I feel like I could have written this exact blog entry today. I just finished reading W.W. Dime yesterday and complained to my wife about how authors damage their work by attempting to update it. Even John D. MacDonald couldn't resist updating his early short stories when he bundled them up in book form near the end of his life. Asimov refused to do so and let's give him the benefit of the doubt that he did so for artistic reasons and not laziness.
Hey, cool! Thanks for commenting, torontoguy. It's nice to find someone who has the exact same reaction I had to reading this book. And I know what you mean about classic science fiction (though I don't know mysteries); even if what we know about ourselves and the universe has changed, it's still fun to immerse yourself in a different, out-of-date vision.