Being a Boy — Context and Discussion
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was a cave of Aladdin, and it took a long time to excavate all its riches.
Thanksgiving Day itself was a heavy day, the hilarity of it being so subdued by going to meeting, and the universal wearing of the Sunday clothes, that the boy couldn't see it. But if he felt little exhilaration, he ate a great deal. The next day was the real holiday. Then were the merry-making parties, and perhaps the skatings and sleighrides, for the freezing weather came before the governor's proclamation in many parts of New England. The night after Thanksgiving occurred, perhaps, the first real party that the boy had ever attended, with live girls in it, dressed so bewitchingly. And there he heard those philandering songs, and played those sweet games of forfeits, which put him quite beside himself, and kept him awake that night till the rooster crowed at the end of his first chicken-nap. What a new world did that party open to him! I think it likely that he saw there, and probably did not dare say ten words to, some tall, graceful girl, much older than himself, who seemed to him like a new order of being. He could see her face just as plainly in the darkness of his chamber. He wondered if she noticed how awkward he was, and how short his trousers-legs were. He blushed as he thought of his rather ill-fitting shoes; and determined, then and there, that he wouldn't be put off with a ribbon any longer, but would have a young man's necktie. It was somewhat painful thinking the party over, but it was delicious too. He did not think, probably, that he would die for that tall, handsome girl; he did not put it exactly in that way. But he rather resolved to live for her,—which might in the end amount to the same thing. At least, he thought that nobody would live to speak twice disrespectfully of her in his presence.
THE SEASON OF PUMPKIN-PIE
What John said was, that he didn't care much for pumpkin-pie; but that was after he had eaten a whole one. It seemed to him then that mince would be better.
The feeling of a boy towards pumpkin-pie has never been properly considered. There is an air of festivity about its approach in the fall. The boy is willing to help pare and cut up the pumpkin, and he watches with the greatest interest the stirring-up process and the pouring into the scalloped crust. When the sweet savor of the baking reaches his nostrils, he is filled with the most delightful anticipations. Why should he not be? He knows that for months to come the buttery will contain golden treasures, and that it will require only a slight ingenuity to get at them.
The fact is, that the boy is as good in the buttery as in any part of farming. His elders say that the boy is always hungry; but that is a very coarse way to put it. He has only recently come into a world that is full of good things to eat, and there is on the whole a very short time in which to eat them; at least he is told, among the first information he receives, that life is short. Life being brief, and pie and the like fleeting, he very soon decides upon an active campaign. It may be an old story to people who have been eating for forty or fifty years, but it is different with a beginner. He takes the thick and thin as it comes, as to pie, for instance. Some people do make them very thin. I knew a place where they were not thicker than the poor man's plaster; they were spread so thin upon the crust that they were better fitted to draw out hunger than to satisfy it. They used to be made up by the great oven-full and kept in the dry cellar, where they hardened and dried to a toughness you would hardly believe. This was a long time ago, and they make the pumpkin-pie in the country better now, or the race of boys would have been so discouraged that I think they would have stopped coming into the world.
Charles Dudley Warner's Being a Boy (1877) opens with a preface that situates its rural New England scenes between 1830 and 1850, a period he calls one of darkness before lucifer matches. The author's voice is immediately distinctive: wry, self-deprecating, and fond of understatement. He describes the volume's papers as wayward, a word that signals the loose, anecdotal structure to follow. Warner does not claim exhaustive autobiography; instead, he offers a series of vignettes built around a generic boy—often called John—whose experiences are rendered with a blend of nostalgia and ironic distance.
Diction and the Texture of Rural Life
Warner's word choices ground the narrative in tangible, often homely details. In the preface, he lists possible fates for the boys described: they might have become selectmen, sheriffs, or gone to Congress, or they might have plodded along on a farm, cultivating rheumatism. The verb cultivating is deliberately mismatched with rheumatism, creating a dry humor that undercuts any sentimental view of farm life. Similarly, he describes the weather as having all the fascination and all the power of being disagreeable belonging to the most accomplished coquette. The simile is unexpected—weather as a flirtatious woman—and it reveals Warner's tendency to animate the natural world with human caprice. These choices avoid generic pastoral language; they insist on the particular, often irritating, texture of lived experience.
The Boy's Inner World through Dialogue and Description
Warner renders John's consciousness through a mix of free indirect discourse and precise external description. When John receives an invitation to Cynthia Rudd's party, the narrator notes that the billet was sealed with a transparent wafer and written in blue ink, the finest kind of pin-scratching writing. The detail of the wafer—a thin, adhesive disk—is period-specific and visually exact. John's reaction is conveyed through his repeated reading and his confidential showing to a favorite cousin. The narrator adds that the billet exhaled a faint perfume, whether of lavender or caraway-seed he could not tell. This uncertainty is telling: it marks John's inexperience and his inability to decode the social signals of girlhood. Warner does not mock this confusion; he presents it as a genuine, almost scientific, puzzle.
Structure and the Art of the Setback
The chapter 'John's First Party' exemplifies Warner's structural cunning. The title promises an event, but John does not attend: he breaks through ice while skating and is pulled out by another boy. The party is deferred, and the narrative shifts to a later party at Deacon Mayhew's. This anticlimax is deliberate. Warner uses the missed party to explore John's physical world—the river, the ice, the rescue—and then uses the second party to examine social anxiety. At the Mayhew house, John hesitates at the front door, hearing girls' voices that set his heart in a flutter. The narrator compares the girl's natural ease in society to a duckling taking to a pond, while the boy plunges in with a great splash, hiding shyness in noise. The simile is extended and precise, and it structures the entire scene around a contrast between gendered social performances.
Recurring Motifs: The Parlor and the Outdoors
Warner repeatedly contrasts the constrained indoor world of adults with the free outdoor world of boys. The parlor at Deacon Mayhew's is described as awful, a carpeted room of haircloth furniture, seldom opened. On the wall hang two certificates framed in black, one certifying that by payment of fifty dollars the deacon was a life member of the American Tract Society. The detail is both specific and satirical: the certificates are markers of piety and respectability, but they are also objects of display, as deadening as the haircloth. Outside, the boy's realm is one of skating, fishing, and treeing woodchucks. Warner does not idealize the outdoors; he notes its dangers (the broken ice) and its discomforts (the surly dog). But the energy of the prose always quickens when the boy moves out of doors. The parlor scenes are static, filled with constraint; the outdoor scenes are kinetic, filled with risk and movement.
Readers approaching Being a Boy should attend to Warner's tonal shifts: he moves from dry humor to genuine pathos without warning. The book rewards attention to its small, concrete details—the transparent wafer, the haircloth furniture, the caraway-seed scent—because these are the evidence of a writer who believed that truth resides in the particular. The preface warns that the papers are wayward, and they are. But their waywardness is a method, not a flaw.
Reading the editorial notes on Being a Boy, I kept thinking how Warner's precise, ironic little observations feel like a particular kind of time-capsule—not just the scenes, but the texture of the mind behind them. That same careful, almost fussy attention to the imperfections of a text reminded me of the Animaduersions uppon the annotacions and corrections of some imperfections of impressiones of Chaucer's workes 1865 edition — Text and Context, where even the printed errors feel like a living hand pointing at them, gently.
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