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1. Overview . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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2. My Father, My Mother, and Bunny . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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3. Two Elizabeths . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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4. My Irish Grandfather . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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5. Timmy and Jackie . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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6. A Scattering of Graces . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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7. Sacred Places . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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8. J. F. Powers and Betty Wahl . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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9. The Good, the Bad, and the Saintly . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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10. Summing Up . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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? ç S ketches A book on goodness? When the idea was first proposed by the people at Loyola Press, I quickly rejected it. Goodness was a subject far too abstract for a concrete writer like me. But my subconscious apparently thought otherwise, because one morning a short time later I awoke with this sentence in my head: “I had the great good fortune to be reared in a cocoon of goodness.” And because this seemed an ideal opening for such a book, I devised a way to deal with the topic. Instead of a philosophical treatise on goodness, I would write sketches of good people I’d known in my life, beginning with those who formed that cocoon around me in my earliest years, namely, my parents and my mother’s cousin Bunny. Writing about my parents in this first chapter led me to ponder an interesting distinction between goodness of a natural sort—that is, kindness that grows out of a person’s instinctive, generous character—and what I call “goodness by the book”; that is, being good at the direction of a higher authority, in this case the Catholic Church. Until I was nearly fifty years old, I thought my parents were alike in their kindness and generosity, at least toward me, but I proved to be mistaken. The next chapter is about my paternal grandmother and a maternal great-aunt, both of them named Elizabeth, who left their marks on different levels of society, my impoverished grandmother working among the poor of her Midwestern village, while my great-aunt the
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? ç semesters), and a lake cabin (twenty-five summers)—and that have become, in retrospect, sacred places for me, due primarily to the good people I have known there. The eighth chapter is devoted to a rather detailed study of two people, a husband and wife, who struck their colleagues as testy and abrasive but who, upon dying, left behind a legacy of goodness. The reader may be surprised to find a chapter devoted to certain good characters I have invented in my fiction. Having lived with them in my head for an average of two years each, they have become as real to me as a good many living, breathing human beings of my acquaintance.
Per petrator s of Goodness And now, having finished these sketches, I see what a narcissistic project it’s been. In the first place, to qualify for this book, it isn’t enough that the perpetrators of goodness be good; most of them must have been good to me. But I see no alternative. Despite the purity of a person’s motive in doing good, it’s only the recipient who can determine whether a good act leads to a successful consequence. Having spent forty-two years as a teacher, for example, I like to think that I did my students a lot of good, and yet, whereas perhaps two dozen of them have actually told me so, I have no idea whether the other seven thousand were affected in any lasting way by my efforts.
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? ç And second, this book is based on my perceptions alone. I suspect that very few of these people are, or were in their lifetimes, universally thought of as especially virtuous. A storyteller named Michael Cotter once visited my classroom and told a fascinating tale, among others, about a hired man who had died after being employed on the Cotter family farm for many years. The family was mightily grieved, for this man had been not only a faithful worker but a dependable friend to all of them. At his funeral, therefore, they were amazed to meet the man’s brothers and sisters, from whom he had been estranged for many years, and to find that he was universally despised by all of them. This book is by no means an exhaustive study of people I have perceived as virtuous. With each year of my life I seem to become acquainted with more and more good people, until now I am surrounded by literally hundreds of them. The reader will find, too, that almost all my sketches are from the past, for I am able to describe, to shape vignettes around, only those people I have some distance from. Here, then, is a selected sampling of the many good people who have accompanied me on my journey through life and warmed my heart.
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author of eleven novels, two story collections, three plays, and one other work of nonfiction. He lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota, with his wife. He has been writing for more than thirty years and is currently working on a novel, a children’s book, and a book of stories.
In Good People, celebrated novelist Jon Hassler examines goodness with warmth, humor, and poignancy by exploring the many meaningful relationships that have enriched his life. He describes his parents and grandparents, childhood playmates, fellow teachers and writers—including the renowned fiction writer J. F. Powers—and shows how the goodness in these people has inspired the good people in his fiction. Written in the same engaging style as his novels, Hassler’s stories reveal much of his own background, including his strong Catholic faith and the places that have shaped his writing.
“Good People is vintage Hassler. It’s wry, wise, and handsomely written.” —Dave Wood, syndicated book columnist “Good People is lighthearted, funny, and delightful to read. It is profound in its healthy understanding of the importance of relationships in our lives.”
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Praise for Jon Hassler’s Good People . . . “In search of the nature of goodness, Jon Hassler turns his novelist’s eye on the real and fictional characters who have peopled his life. The result is as revealing as the sun at noon—clear, wise, and loving.” —Sally Cunneen, author, In Search of Mary ç
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“It’s easier to portray bad individuals than good. There are so many ways to be bad, whereas the good seem to be converging on a single path to virtue. That’s why I was extremely flattered a few years ago to read, in a review of my work, that my novels are unusual in that they make good people interesting.”
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“Here you have the seedbed of all the fragile, persnickety, and peachpit-hearted folks who populate Jon Hassler’s villages and campuses. . . . In revealing their goodness, Hassler reveals his own, and it is a privilege to spend some time with him and his friends.” —William J. O’Malley, S.J., author, God—The Oldest Question
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“Hassler’s memoir makes goodness intriguing—a mystery that awes and inspires and consoles.” —Carol DeChant, author, Momma’s Enchanted Supper
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“Jon Hassler’s sketches of good people are much like his novels. But these good people are not fiction. They have real blood in their veins and were responsible for fashioning what Hassler calls ‘that all-important cocoon of goodness.’” —Tim Unsworth, columnist, National Catholic Reporter ç
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Good People . . . from an Author’s Life
—Fr. Joseph Girzone, author, The Joshua Series ISBN 0-8294-1636-6
“Jon Hassler’s Good People is a literary stroll around the block on a summer’s eve, a going back home.” —Philip Gulley, author, Front Porch Tales
“Those of us who admire Jon Hassler’s novels will find that these etchings evoke many memories of the characters, mostly loving, that he invented, plus all kinds of new and real people who haunt his memories. He lets us glance for a moment into the web of his own life, and we are grateful for his goodness.” —Most Reverend Rembert G. Weakland, O.S.B., archbishop of