Three More by John Cheever
FINALLY Cheever Moves to the Suburbs (Sort of)
I have actual day job jobs, the ones from the job that I am very much planning on abandoning because of ChatGPT and entitled psycho shits like Breonna James who goes to Winthrop University in South Carolina (longer post coming on all of her bullshit but it’s a definite journey so you’ll love it). Suffice it to say I got paid $200 to dress up like a Victorian Ghost in P.T. Barnum’s house and freak people out so what the fuck am I on Reddit pegging people to choose me over AI (especially since I keep getting these clients that claim that the AI detector claaims that my papers were AI generated. Like I said, they are probably full of shit, but the possibility that they are telling the truth has some career ending implications.) I’d very much like to sell all my papers to the AI that is already using them to train on.
Sadly, I can’t go to the P.T. Barnum House every day of the week. I mean I could but no one is going to pay me to dress like like a Victorian ghost if I do it tomorrow. They’d most like arrest me for breaking and entering.
Anyhow, here are some John Cheever stories in his transition from New York writer to the Ovid of Ossip. But first, we need to read about this toxic little story that takes place in a vacation resort all about dude trying to seduce a hot redhead. It’s one of the few John Cheever stories that I honestly hate.
Then we get Cheever’s first real suburban story where a man tries to stay divorced while the loneliness of his empty suburban house drives him slowly mad (or back to his wife).
"The Cure" (The Stories of John Cheever)
“Probably the difference between man and the monkeys is that the monkeys are merely bored, while man has boredom plus imagination.”
Finally, we have another New York Cheever story. If I had been putting out these collections to Cheever articles thematically instead of chronologically, I’d put this one back with the elevator operator stories since it’s about a superintendent in an Upper East Side apartment trying to get everyone moved out and moved in. I’m not certain, but I have only seen Cheever’s working class characters in luxury apartment buildings dealing with rick people.
"The Superintendent" (The Stories of John Cheever)
This is Cheever's last New York City story and his third one about a poor schmuck working in a luxury apartment. Compared to the elevator operators, Chester Coolidge is practically wall-paper. He doesn't get drunk. He doesn't intrude on the lives of the residents. He's the super who makes certain that the water tanks are filled and the back hallway is c…
Do they know it’s Xmas? If they do, they should buy an audiobook of Sugarplum Zombie Motherfuckers.
Preview of the Breonna James article, she threatened to tell my publisher about me after leaving me bad Yelp reviews for…um…writing term papers for lazy college students. Maybe we have yelp reviews. Either way I don’t think that the publisher of Spectrum: An Autistic Horror Anthology cares whether I please psychos like Breonna Jaames of Winthrop University.
Unless she meant Dybbuk Press. I am Dybbuk Press. And I got more than enough of her bullshit.