With a sulky expression on his face, Alfred arose at the approach of Buddy and Morris.
“The water nice?” Buddy asked, his voice constrained and threatening.
“Passable,” Alfred answered, his fists clenched.
“Been out here before?” Buddy continued.
“No… Why?” Alfred said with unmistakable fearlessness.
A crowd gathered around, and excitement cut through the beach like an electric current because of the shouts and chase after Booker. A white bather tripped him as he ran and joined the four other pursuers in cursing and punching him, mercilessly disregarding his pleas to be let alone. They dragged him to his feet, knocked him down, kicked him, dragged him up, knocked him over again while he continued to emit shrill and helpless cries.
“Anybody ever tell you that this is a white men beach?” Morris asked Alfred.
I can’t decide whether I liked this story or not, and still it stayed with me, so there must be something I saw in it.
This is obviously reminiscent of the Race Riot which exploded in Chicago in the summer 1919, which is also referenced in the story itself, though these events take place many years later. James Farrell takes both sides, presenting the story from both POV, the black men on one side, the Irish on the other. Personally, I don’t think the black guys’ POV is very natural, though Farrell did make an effort to step in their shoes. On the other side, I really liked the Irish guys’ side, not because of what they do (of course), but because of how they are portrayed: vividly, with all their negativity, hate and violence speech and actions. Their side is very natural – I suspect because that’s Farrell’s cultural side.
On many respect, I’d say the story is interesting more than enjoyable (at least for me). As so many of Farrell’s short stories, nothing really happens. I mean, there is an inciting event (the two black guys who go swimming in the ‘white’ section of the lake), there is mounting tension… but then everyone goes home before there is any real outcome. This is Farrell’s aesthetics – and the main reason I don’t like him as much as I could.
On the other end, just because nothing happens in the end, you get a sense that this kind of events were quite common in the time the story takes place. Once in history they caused a riot, but then they kept happening and that was just life. This is also Farrell’s aesthetics – and one of the reasons why I do like some of his stories.“Anybody ever tell you that this is a white men beach?” – James Farrell's crude story of a day on the beach Click To Tweet
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