by Jim Tully
Publisher :
Devault Graves Books (August 12, 2019)
Softcover, 239
pages
“He was one of
those people in the subterranean valley who somehow managed to grow and give
something to a world that had no thought of him. Under the make up of a clown
his somber expression left him. He pushed his magnificent yellow body around
the ring in a tawdry fool’s-parade. He did not walk, he shambled. Over his
yellow face was the white paint of the clown. He was, in the language of the
circus, a whiteface.”
Originally
published in 1927, this is an autobiographical romp of the nearly forgotten writer
Jim Tully who growing tired of being a hobo, joined a traveling circus, meeting
many interesting characters here. Tully is considered the co-father, along with
Dashiell Hammet, of hard boiled literature. He writes with a blunt, brutal
style, occasionally mixing in similes to offset the amoral attitude of the
author and his companions.
The author quickly rips away any glamour to the
occupation which myth or romanticism might have draped circus life with. In fact
those who did join with romantic ideas in their heads, were used for quick
labor, then robbed and red-lighted - thrown from a moving train car in-between
cities. Only the hardnosed, hard hitting crooks who hated everyone ever lasted
in the circus. It was a profession for the born loser, the malcontent, the
innate drifter, and the simple-headed. Not the young boy with stars in his
eyes.
Like his previous
books, Shanty Irish and Beggars for Life, the book is presented
as a series of vignettes, focusing one circus character or aspect about life in
the big top. As it is not presented chronologically, it seems that Tully spent
much longer in the circus, rather than actually six months. We are given
glimpses of interesting characters like the Moss Haired Girl, who died to hair
to look like mossy tree bark and pretended to be feral; Lila the Strong Woman,
who read too many romance novels and ended up having her heart broken; and John
Quincey Adams the black clown who worked in whiteface who, after finding his true
calling, comes to a terrible end.
Tully was criticized for the obvious embellishments he made during some of the stories here. Several circus men pointed out his lack of usage of slang idioms common in circus life. The author did write it later in life, and there probably weren’t too many reference books he could consult on the topic, so I believe that accounts for any factual errors. But overall it is a telling and often brutal look behind the tarp of circus life. A world which literally is part of a bygone era - now that Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey Circus has folded its big top for the last time.
For more readings, try books by Rex Hurst.
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