Title: The Stranger Beside Me
Author: Mabel Seeley
Date: 1951
Publisher: Doubleday
ISBN: none
Length: 272 pages
Quote: “Why was it Christine who attracted him?”
The Stranger Beside Me admittedly draws heavily on
Karen Horney's studies of “neurotic personalities,” though one has to wonder
whether a family or neighborhood drama motivated the writer to create such
characters. Carl and Christine are such a matched pair of “neurotics” that they
seem an ideal couple. How deceptive appearances can be. The best thing to be
said for one half of the unhappy pair is that, when this spouse goes berserk...but that'd be telling.
Have this couple ever known each other? Er, um...would anyone
who really knew either of them consent to sit next to them on a train? If
anyone poked Christine, a gusher of morbid, thirteen-year-old-type
self-obsession would spew out. Carl seems like just another introvert
struggling to pass for a “weak” extrovert on a sales job.
Karen Horney earned respect in a difficult time. Her
descriptions of “neurotic personalities” were based on sound observations.
However, after eighty years of additional research, even those psychologists
who still study the learned, socially conditioned aspects of personality have
abandoned the vague term “neurotic personality.” In Horney's time people thought they knew what "neurotic personalities" looked like, but there turned out to be several very different kinds of "neurotic personalities."
As Horney observed and Seeley
portrays in this novel, many young people are insecure mainly because they are
young. They know they're less mature and competent than other people, and
believe themselves to be more inadequate than they are. Other people, many of
whom aren't even natural introverts, may be ticking bombs of repressed
hostility, or even “schizoid” types whose depression, suspicion, anxiety, or
laziness may become a disability.
One strength of Horney's research (and of Seeley's) was that
they called attention to the function of social rules about sex roles in
shaping “neurotic personalities.” When they were young, it was just obvious
that neither shame-bound Christine nor shell-shocked Carl was a natural
salesman; the department store hired her as a waitress and him as a floor
manager. People expected her to “retire” and have babies before she was twenty-five,
and she did; they expected her return to the economic world to be a
self-limited effort to make a little money off a hobby, and it is. The
expectation that she ought to be somewhat “weak” creates a favorable
surprise, though also some whispering about her “competing with” Carl, when she
does succeed.
Although the rules about how men's and women's economic careers
are supposed to go most obviously hurt Christine at first, over time we
see that they hurt Carl as much or more. He had no chance to face his inner
demons. He had to be the breadwinner. Karen Horney didn't get as much
recognition as she deserved from 1970s feminists because she recognized that
corporate careers hadn't been “liberating” for men like Carl at all, had in
fact aggravated their misery, and weren't likely to be "liberating" for women like Christine either. Other men tell Carl he's not “strong” enough.
Testosterone both helps men build real physical strength, and gives them a
temporary illusion of strength through violent rage and hypertension. Carl
isn't diagnosed with cardiovascular syndrome in the course of this novel; in real life, many men like him died from it.
The Stranger Beside Me is an unsatisfying read because
the psychology that identified Carl and Christine as “neurotic” failed to
explain, prevent, or cure their “neuroses.” There is still no really
satisfactory way to identify, much less defuse, ticking-bomb personalities.
Are they “loners”? Some are, but they're not healthy,
productive introverts who enjoy whatever they do alone and share it with
friends or customers. Some are, like Hitler, failed artists, but even the
formula of “failed artist on drugs” does not reliably produce mass murderers
(thank goodness). Sometimes failure as a creative artist is partly explained by
brain damage, which may also explain the hate and rage some, not all, “loners”
eventually act out. In other cases it's explained by lack of talent; the
“loner” may not be an introvert at all, but an extrovert with inadequate social
skills, a loser by all possible measures, which undoubtedly contributes to the
rage some, not all, of these “loners” spew.
If a “loner” who does have a few close friends (even if
they're not living in the same house, even if they're not human, even if
they're no longer living) and some sort of talent (even if it's not
marketable) is safe to have as a neighbor or co-worker, but a “loner” who is
really friendless and talentless is dangerous...you might guess that the real
ticking-bomb type might lie (even to himself) and say he has friends and
interests, while having none. This is, unfortunately, still true, as portrayed
in the novel.
And although The Stranger Beside Me is a readable
outside view of how the ticking bomb's miserable life goes, it doesn't really
tell us more than we already knew. It leaves us a little closer to some answers than Horney was able to come in 1951, but not much. As a result,
although The Stranger Beside Me is a credible novel, I found it an
unsatisfactory read.
This probably explains why 99 out of 100 Gentle Readers are
not in the small niche market for this novel. If, however, this review is
making you think, “Mmm, research!”, then The Stranger Beside Me is for
you. Read it and ask yourself whether you want to spend your life looking for
ways to help people like Carl and Christine.
The usual terms apply: $5 per book, $5 per package, $1 per online payment. Mabel Seeley wrote several other novels, some classified as mystery rather than suspense stories, and any four of them would probably fit into one $5 package.
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