Ragtime often appears on lists of the top 100 novels. Its greatness supposedly lies in blurring the lines between fantasy and historical fact, weaving real and fictional characters together. Well, objectively, that’s true. Real-life characters like Houdini, Freud, Ford, and Morgan appear throughout. Some are still remembered today, while most aren’t. But it’s not clear why they’re in the story. Freud appears in one chapter, dislikes America, and leaves. What was the point? We learn a bit about the others, but the relevance to a larger story was lost on me.
I thought Ragtime was a waste of time and actively terrible in some places. There’s one interesting story involving Coalhouse Walker Jr., his car, and his vengeance. But it seemed anachronistic, imputing 1960s counterculture and upheaval into 1906. I considered giving the novel two stars for that portion, but I couldn’t get past a certain subplot. Real-life anarchist Emma Goldman is giving Evelyn Nesbit a massage that seems to be progressing sexually until a hoarse cry comes from the walls and Mother’s Younger Brother falls into the room with a rampant penis. It’s a gross and ridiculous scene. In 1975, this was considered a valid setup for Nesbit to start a love affair with Mother’s Younger Brother. It’s emblematic of the ridiculous way men wrote about women and sex in that era. I had a hard time taking anything in this book seriously after that insane scene.
I read Ragtime as part of my attempt to read all of the Pop Chart 100 Essential Novels. A couple of years ago, five books were dropped from the list to add five more recent novels. Two of the dropped books were from the 1970s, Dog Soldiers and Falconer. Both were flawed but better than this novel. I can’t believe Ragtime survived that cut. Not recommended.