{"id":81601,"date":"2015-01-14T19:05:17","date_gmt":"2015-01-15T00:05:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=81601"},"modified":"2015-01-15T12:01:37","modified_gmt":"2015-01-15T17:01:37","slug":"good-hearted-naivete","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2015\/01\/14\/good-hearted-naivete\/","title":{"rendered":"\u201cGood hearted Naivet\u00e9\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/ea7cba00ceb593b4cad753b114dcc896_w500_h500.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-81602 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/ea7cba00ceb593b4cad753b114dcc896_w500_h500.jpg\" alt=\"ea7cba00ceb593b4cad753b114dcc896_w500_h500\" width=\"600\" height=\"600\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/ea7cba00ceb593b4cad753b114dcc896_w500_h500.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/ea7cba00ceb593b4cad753b114dcc896_w500_h500-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/ea7cba00ceb593b4cad753b114dcc896_w500_h500-300x300.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">DOS PASSOS<\/p>\n<p>Ernest and I used to read the Bible to each other. He began it. We read separate little scenes. From Kings, Chronicles. We didn&#8217;t make anything out of it\u2014the reading\u2014but Ernest at that time talked a lot about style. He was crazy about Stephen Crane&#8217;s \u201cThe Blue Hotel.\u201d It affected him very much. I was very much taken with him. He took me around to Gertrude Stein&#8217;s. I wasn&#8217;t quite at home there. A Buddha sitting up there, surveying us. Ernest was much less noisy then than he was in later life. He felt such people were instructive.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">INTERVIEWER<\/p>\n<p>Was Hemingway as occupied with the four-letter word problem as he was later?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">DOS PASSOS<\/p>\n<p>He was <em>always<\/em> concerned with four-letter words. It never bothered me particularly. Sex can be indicated with asterisks. I&#8217;ve always felt that was as good a way as any.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">INTERVIEWER<\/p>\n<p>Do you think Hemingway&#8217;s descriptions of those times were accurate in <em>A Moveable Feast<\/em>?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">DOS PASSOS<\/p>\n<p>Well, it\u2019s a little sour, that book. His treatment of people like Scott Fitzgerald\u2014the great man talking down about his contemporaries. He was always competitive and critical, overly so, but in the early days you could kid him out of it. He had a bad heredity. His father was very overbearing apparently. His mother was a very odd woman. I remember once when we were in Key West Ernest received a large unwieldy package from her. It had a big, rather crushed cake in it. She had put in a number of things with it, including the pistol with which his father had killed himself. Ernest was terribly upset.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014John Dos Passos, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/interviews\/4202\/the-art-of-fiction-no-44-john-dos-passos\" target=\"_blank\">the Art of Fiction No. 44<\/a>, Spring 1969<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>When Hemingway and Dos Passos\u2014who was born on this day in 1896\u2014went to Spain during the civil war, they were close friends, though it was an odd, uneasy match. They\u2019d met in Paris, but their personalities couldn\u2019t have been more opposed: reticent Dos Passos didn\u2019t go in for the Hemingway model of chest-thumping virility. <!--more--><\/p>\n<p>He was a much more overtly political writer than Hemingway, and when the Spanish Civil War broke out in 1936, he was at the apex of his popularity, having appeared on the cover of <em>Time<\/em> to commemorate his new novel, <em>The Big Money<\/em>, the third installment of his USA trilogy. That meant he was, for the first and last time, on equal footing with Hemingway, which can\u2019t have sat well with the latter.<\/p>\n<p>Both writers were moved to action by their support for the Loyalist government, and so both embarked for Spain, Hemingway having contracted to write dispatches for a newspaper and Dos Passos having agreed to help with a documentary about the war.<\/p>\n<p>What happened next is murky. Dos Passos arrived in the spring of 1937 expecting to meet an old friend of his, Jos\u00e9 Robles. As George Packer <a href=\"http:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/magazine\/2005\/10\/31\/the-spanish-prisoner\" target=\"_blank\">explained in a 2005 piece<\/a> for <em>The New Yorker<\/em>,<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>Jos\u00e9 Robles was a left-wing aristocrat \u2026 [but] maintained enough independence of mind to raise an alarm among pro-Communist Spanish authorities and the Soviet intelligence agents who, by early 1937, were bringing the government increasingly under Stalin\u2019s control. Dos Passos was counting on Robles to serve as his main Spanish contact on the film; but by the time the two American novelists reached Madrid, separately, Robles had disappeared. It was Hemingway who learned first \u2026 that Robles had been arrested and shot as a Fascist spy. To this day, the manner and motive of Robles\u2019s death remain a mystery \u2026<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Hemingway broke the news to his friend, but apparently he was impolitic about it\u2014and so began their falling out, with Dos Passos vouching for Robles and Hemingway laughing at his na\u00efvet\u00e9.<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>Dos Passos\u2019s response to his friend\u2019s disappearance reflected his sense that progressive politics without human decency is a sham. Hemingway, in a thinly disguised magazine article about the episode published in a short-lived Esquire spinoff called Ken, described these scruples as \u201cthe good hearted naivet\u00e9 of a typical American liberal attitude.\u201d Bookish, balding, tall and ungainly, sunny in temperament, too trusting of others\u2019 good will: Dos Passos was the sort of man who aroused Hemingway\u2019s sadistic appetite. \u201cWhite as the under half of an unsold flounder at 11 o\u2019clock in the morning just before the fish market shuts\u201d was one of Hemingway\u2019s fictionalized descriptions of his old friend.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Dos Passos mentions none of this in his Art of Fiction interview\u2014there are only those pleasant recollections of the pair reciting the Bible to each other. He was too disillusioned to write about it, meaning that Hemingway\u2019s accounts came, by virtue of repetition, to seem real. In <em>A Moveable Feast<\/em>, published after his death, Hemingway further maligned Dos Passos, implying that he was a slippery, duplicitous \u201cpilot fish.\u201d Still, Dos Passos said only that he found the book \u201ca little sour.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>If you\u2019re curious about their friendship, and what Spain did to it, check out Stephen Koch\u2019s <em>The Breaking Point: Hemingway, Dos Passos, and the Murder of Jos\u00e9 Robles<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p><em>Dan Piepenbring is the web editor of <\/em>The Paris Review.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>DOS PASSOS Ernest and I used to read the Bible to each other. He began it. We read separate little scenes. From Kings, Chronicles. We didn&#8217;t make anything out of it\u2014the reading\u2014but Ernest at that time talked a lot about style. He was crazy about Stephen Crane&#8217;s \u201cThe Blue Hotel.\u201d It affected him very much. 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