“We are such stuff as manure is made on, so let’s drink up and forget it.” (134) It’s hard to believe someone could write such a brutally honest depiction of his own family, but Eugene O’Neil managed to capture his family portrait without any biased shielding. This play is undeniably the epitome of American modernist literature. It’s completely saturated with metaphors, symbolism, and allusions, and at the same time its not dense reading. The family dynamic is so accurately depicted that, as in Tennessee’s Glass Menagerie, the viewer feels intrusive. O’Neil sends so many emotions flying around the stage that you’d assume it would be hard to follow, however the play is extremely easy to relate to. In most families there are problems where love and hate are constantly battled, because you can only truly hate someone you are close enough to love. Despite these conflicts the entire family has a fierce loyalty to each other from outsiders; they are very protective of the secrets they hold.
Their love for each other leads them to try to deceive the others so they don’t hurt them, which ends up causing more pain then they had intended. The fog is a metaphor for this emotional protection between the family members. Travis Bogard said in A Contour in Time that, “Their pain fills their being so completely that their essential natures lie close to the surface” which became impossible to cover. The three men are trying to protect Mary from herself as well as from the truth about Edmund’s sickness. Mary is trying to protect her family from the let down that she failed to stay sober again, and she is trying to escape their judgment and thus her own. Because she knows how upset they will be, it upsets her therefore denying the reality to herself. Both use the fog to hide their true motives.
“I don’t mind it tonight. Last night it drove me crazy. I lay awake worrying until I couldn’t stand it any more… It hides your from the world and the world from you. You feel that everything has changed, and nothing is what it seemed to be. No one can find or touch you any more.” (100)
When Edmund takes a respite from the reality of his mother’s addiction he escapes to the fog,
“The fog was where I wanted to be… I didn’t meet a soul. Everything looked and sounded unreal. Nothing was what it is. That’s what I wanted-to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself… It was like walking on the bottom of the sea. As if I had drowned long ago. As if I was ghost belonging to the fog, and the fog was the ghost of the sea. It felt damned peaceful to be nothing more than a ghost within a ghost.”(133)
Each of them deals with loss of hope in a different way. Mary loses hope that her life will be better and turns to morphine and a deeper, yet flawed, hope in god.
“I’ve never understood anything about it, except that one day long ago I found I could no longer call my soul my own. But some day, dear, I will find it again-some day when you’re all well, and I see you healthy and happy and successful, I don’t have to feel guilty any more- some day when the Blessed Virgin Mary forgives me and gives me back the faith in Her love and pity I used to have in my convent days, and I can pray to her again- when She sees no one in the world can believe in me even for a moment any more, then She will believe in me, and with Her help it will be so easy. I will hear myself scream with agony, and at the same time I will laugh because I will be so sure of myself.” (96)
Despite her faith in God and in the Virgin Mary, she still doesn’t find strength or purpose with which to live, “I hope, sometime, without meaning it, I will take an overdose. I never could do it deliberately. The Blessed Virgin would never forgive me, then.” (123)
She cannot fully process the loss of her son, Eugene in the play and Edmund in reality. She uses her addiction to sink back into a schoolgirl reality before that happens. When she is not completely gone, but high enough to admit her feelings without restraint because she keeps blabbering on endlessly, she admits to blaming Jamie for his death. She also blames Edmund for her addiction.
All of them see life as a separate entity with no positives. While Mary is talking about Jamie she says,
“But I suppose life has made him like that, and he can’t help it. None of us can help the things life ahs done to us. They’re done before you realize it, and once they’re done they make you do other things until at last everything comes between you and what you’d like to be, and you’ve lost your true self forever.”(63)
Life is a force that no hope or action could seemingly change or interfere. That misplaced faith justified their own hopelessness and dependence on drugs and alcohol as well as Edmunds sickness. When Edmund is talking to his father about his life experiences he states that only for a seconds at a time, when he is at sea, is there meaning in the world. At all other times he, “stumble[s] on toward nowhere, for no good reason!” (156)
As we already knew, O’Neil is a master of the stage and of writing. This autobiographical play is amazing because of its brutally honest depictions of the people closest to him during the most trying period of anyones’ lives, childhood and young adulthood. O’Neil is much better reading than our next topic, Kiss Me, Deadly, which I am (to put it nicely) dreading reading.