The Machine in Ward Eleven

Many Willefordians, I suspect, are like myself--they discovered the Hoke Mosely novels first and then started working their way back through the earlier stuff. The rewards are numerous. Another reviewer here dismissed the stories in _Ward Eleven_ as pulp pieces that are representative "of their time" and haven't aged very well. But to me, looking over the past four decades of post-modern American experience, these stories are as relevant as ever, even prophetic in places. The "Machine," seen as a political metaphor, couldn't be more timely for those of us living in the 21st century. I understand why the _Village Voice_ reviewer called this a political book, and I think his comparison of Willeford to Chekov is accurate.

Originally published in the early '60s, The Machine in Ward 11 is a collection of six short stories by Charles Ray Willeford. Though the six stories all stand independent from each other, a theme of madness and disillusionment runs through them. A brilliant film director goes insane when his artistic vision is curtailed by the demands of reality. A cocky air force pilot commits a senseless murder and finds himself assigned to the mountains of Tibet as an indirect consequence. A recovering alcoholic discovers that giving up drinking is possibly the worst thing he's ever done. These stories are filled with a wry sense of the macabre. Of these stories, three were previously published and three were written (I assume) specifically for this book. The three original stories -- A Letter to A.A., "Just Like On Television," and Jake's Journal are the strongest in the collection. I was especially enthralled by Jake's Journal (which deals with the unfortunate pilot in Tibet) which is a story that defies any easy interpretation. While at first, it seems that the story will be a rather standard tale of a man going insane in isolation, Willeford instead piles on more and more bizarre anecdotes and incidents before building up to a brilliant, tour-de-force ending.Willeford, best known for writing Miaimi Blues, is often dismissed as an occasionally interesting but otherwise unremarkable writer of pulp fiction. This dismissal manages to unfairly underrate both Willeford's talent and pulp fiction itself. While the melodrama was often sordid and over-the-top, pulp fiction -- especially in the years immediately following World War II -- often served to give voice to a darkened and, at times quite critical view of the American Dream then one might find in more "respectable" books. Often that is why, while most of the previous decades' best sellers have since faded into obscurity, the works of Mickey Spillane, Chester Himes, Jim Thompson, Richard Stark, and others have continued to be reissued and read. At the heart of the best pulp fiction was a universal fear of the future and an ongoing debate between human desires and human society. These are concepts that remain universal to readers spanning both time and location. These are also the concepts that Willeford deals with in The Machine In Ward Eleven.