'Absurd,' Father Feeley said. 'Ludicrous. And yet typical: we live in the midst of a roaring farce.' Father Feeley's observation, expressed in the novel I Was Dancing (1964), is not one which we would readily associate with the work of Edwin O'Connor, the author of such popular and conventionally realistic novels as The Last Hurrah (1956), The Edge of Sadness (1961), and All in the Family (1966). Certainly, O'Connor is not a practitioner of the Absurd or a pupil in the school of Black Humor, and he would have been quick to reject such classifications. However, Father Feeley's view of the farcical unpredictability and ubiquitous absurdity of human existence does provide a clue to the function of the comedy which plays such an important and entertaining part in O'Connor's novels. This comedy consists largely, though not entirely, in his creation of the hilarious caricatures that critic Hugh Rank calls grotesques2 and in his persistent underscoring of the ridiculous, the ludicrous, and the incongruous in an otherwise apparently rational world. O'Connor's selfacknowledged interest in vaudeville and his close working relationship with Fred Allen are reflected in such figures as General Walter Beak Blackburn of The Oracle (1951), the bumbling elderly warrior for whom the hydrogen bomb is just another weapon (A big weapon, yes, but still a weapon),3 or Billy Ryan of I Was Dancing, the quack free lancer of medicine who keeps dirty socks in his medical bag (IWD, p. 57). Although O'Connor occasionally evokes laughter by means of verbal wit or sarcasm, more often he utilizes his extraordinarily sensitive ear for speech to exaggerate character and to emphasize the ridiculous. Clearly, comedy is a major ingredient of O'Connor's fiction, and his sense of the comic is characterized by an awareness of the extent to which human existence is permeated by absurdity. Anyone who has read O'Connor's novels and has encountered the dozens of minor and not-so-minor comic figures which seem to spring up endlessly in his fiction will understand the charges that the author has not properly assimilated his materials and is indulging in a taste for the comic
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