The Great Accident — Themes and Context

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Authors: Williams, Ben Ames, 1889-1953 Digital Source: Project Gutenberg Gutenberg Release Year: 2020 First Publication Year: Not confirmed

Key Word: City and town life -- Fiction; Love stories; Political fiction; Middle West -- Fiction Target Reader: Readers of public-domain and historical texts

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An editorial note on Ben Ames Williams's 1920 novel, focusing on its narrative voice, shifts in pace, and the use of whistling as a motif. The analysis draws from the opening chapter and a later scene to examine how the author builds tension through contrasting rhythms.

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the little man’s home, and was frankly surprised to find Kite there. He delivered Amos’s message, and Kite, who was at times a fiery little man, and a sulker between whiles, agreed in a surly fashion that he would go and see Amos that night. Gergue was satisfied.

Kite’s house was near that of Amos; but he did not set forth at once. When he did, it was just in time to encounter Winthrop Chase, Senior, at Amos’s gate. Kite bridled and slid past Chase as warily as a cat. The two men did not speak. If they had spoken, they would have fought; for each of them felt that he had borne the last bearable insult from the other. They passed, and Kite hurried up to Amos’s door while Winthrop Chase, looking back, watched with a calmly complacent smile. He felt that he and Amos had come to an understanding; and he rejoiced at the thought that this understanding meant the downfall of Kite as a political power in Hardiston.

Kite knocked at the door while Amos was still chuckling in the hall; and Amos let him in. Kite, once the door was open, slid inside, shoved the door shut behind him, and exclaimed in a low, furious voice: “That Chase met me outside. He was here. Don’t deny it, Amos! Did you aim for me to meet him here?”

Amos chuckled and patted Kite’s shoulder. “Now, now, Kite,” he said soothingly. “You didn’t run onto him here. You didn’t have to talk to him. So what you mad about?”

“I hate the sight of the man. He makes me sick.”

“Come in and set down,” said Amos, still chuckling.

They went into the sitting-room, Kite still grumbling at the nearness of his escape. When they were once settled, Amos broke in on this monologue without hesitation: “Chase says he’s going to be the next Mayor--whe’er or no,” he remarked.

Kite’s dry little countenance twisted with pain. Amos saw, and asked sympathetically: “That gripe ye, does it?”

“I’ll never live in the town with him Mayor,” Kite exploded. “I won’t live here. I’ll sell out and move away. I’ll shoot myself! Or him! I’ll....”

He petered out, and Amos grinned. “I gather you and Chase don’t jibe. What’s he ever done to you?”

“Grinned at me. He’s always grinning at me like a--like a--like....”

Amos smoothed the grin from his own countenance with a great hand, and tilted his head on one side. “You and him disagree some on the liquor issue, I take it.”

“We disagree on every issue. He’s....”

“Hardiston’s a little bit wet, ain’t it?”

“Of course! And no one objects! But this Chase wants to get in and make it dry. He’s a....”

“This county option law’s popular, though.”

“Popular--with fools and hypocrites like Chase.”

“Chase’ll make a good Mayor,” Amos suggested. “He’s a fine, public-spirited man. Always sacrificing himself for the town--sacrificing his own interests--an’ all that. So he says, anyhow. Said so to me, to-night.”

Kite waved his clenched fists above his head. He fought for words. Amos seemed not to notice this.

“He’s a good man, a churchly man,” he mused.

Kite exploded. “Damn hypocrite!”

Amos looked across at the other in surprise. “Hypocrite? How’s that?”

Kite became fluent. “Take the liquor question. He preaches dry--talks dry--and drinks like a fish. And his son is a common toper.”

Amos shook his head. “We-ell, a man’s private life ain’t nothing to do with his political principles. Lots of cases like that. If a man thinks right, and performs his office, I reckon that’s all you can ask. Out of office hours--he’s allowed to do what he wants.”

“He’ll ruin Hardiston,” Kite declared. “Ruin it.” He whirled toward the other. “Your fault, too, Amos. If you’d put up a man against him, instead of a fish like Jim Hollow....”

“I figured Jim would do. He always tried to do the right thing,” Amos protested; and Kite dismissed the protest with a grunt.

“The town don’t want Chase,” he declared vehemently, “but they can’t take Hollow.”

“We-ell,” said Amos thoughtfully, “what’s going to be done about it?”

Kite threw up his hands. “Nothing. Too late. But I....”

The Congressman interrupted drawlingly: “Now if it was young Wint that was going to be Mayor--you wouldn’t have to worry.”

Kite laughed shortly. “I guess not. But--he’s not.”

“He wouldn’t be likely to make the town so awful dry.”

“Not unless he drank it dry.”

“We-ell, he couldn’t do that.”

Kite grinned. “I’d chance it.”

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The opening of The Great Accident adopts a confident, essayistic voice, declaring that small-town people are the true cosmopolites. The narrator generalizes about Hardiston’s residents with a knowing tone, but the prose soon narrows to specific characters and their conflicts. This shift from broad observation to intimate scene sets up a pattern: the novel alternates between panoramic commentary and close, often tense, dialogue.

Whistling appears as a recurring signal of mood. Jim leaves a meeting whistling “There’ll be a Hot Time in the Old Town To-night,” a tune that undercuts the gravity of the moment. Later, Wint Chase lies awake, depressed and doubtful, before resolving to proceed. The contrast between Jim’s careless whistle and Wint’s sleepless anxiety marks a change in pace from brisk action to interior struggle.

Narrative Voice: From General to Particular

The first chapter begins with a sweeping claim: “There are two kinds of people: small-town folks, and others.” This aphoristic style suggests an omniscient narrator who enjoys editorializing. Yet within a few paragraphs, the focus narrows to Hardiston’s geography—the plateau above Salt Creek, the circle of hills, the iron furnaces. The voice remains authoritative but becomes more concrete. In Book II, the narrator steps back again, offering chapter titles like “The Strategy of Amos” that hint at a controlling intelligence. This oscillation between general truth and specific detail gives the novel a layered texture, as if the narrator is both participant and observer.

The excerpts show that Williams uses the narrator’s commentary to frame character actions. When Wint hesitates to tell his father about his orders, the narrator lists three possible motives, each introduced by “It may have been.” This technique invites the reader to weigh interpretations without settling on one. The voice thus becomes a tool for ambiguity, not just exposition.

Pace and Tension: The Whistle Motif

Whistling recurs as a marker of emotional state and narrative tempo. Jim Radabaugh’s ragged whistle of “Hot Time” after a tense meeting signals a release of pressure—a quick, almost jaunty exit. In contrast, Wint’s sleepless night is described in slow, cumulative clauses: “He was, rather, depressed and doubtful of the wisdom of what he had done, and doubtful of his own strength.” The prose lengthens, mirroring his indecision. The whistle returns later when Wint, after resolving to proceed, sleeps “on this determination.” The tune is absent; instead, the narrative slows to a halt.

This motif creates a rhythm of acceleration and deceleration. The novel’s chapters are short, but within them, scenes vary in pace. A brisk exchange between Wint and Hetty—her sullen “Much obliged for getting me to bed”—gives way to a longer, more reflective passage about Wint’s father. The whistle acts as a punctuation mark, closing one mood and opening another.

Dialogue and Subtext: What Is Not Said

Williams often lets dialogue carry unspoken tensions. When Hetty thanks Wint, she adds a harsh laugh and says, “Sure I did.” Wint replies, “Forget it. It wasn’t anything.” The exchange is brief, but the narrator notes that Hetty’s eyes become “watchful and on guard,” and later “something wistful crept into her eyes.” The words themselves are flat; the emotional weight lies in the description of glances and pauses.

Similarly, Wint’s conversation with his father about Amos Caretall is marked by evasion. The elder Chase asks stiffly, “Well, how did you find Amos?” Wint answers, “Same as ever.” The narrator then lists reasons Wint might have for not revealing his plans, each introduced by “It may have been.” This technique foregrounds the gap between what characters say and what they think. The novel’s pace slows during these moments, as the reader must infer motives from silences and half-statements.

Readers attentive to the novel’s shifts in tempo will notice how Williams uses whistling, sleeplessness, and elliptical dialogue to create a rhythm of tension and release. The narrative voice, at once omniscient and uncertain, invites scrutiny of what lies beneath the surface of small-town life. Pay attention to the moments when characters fall silent or when a tune is hummed—these are the hinges on which the story turns.

There’s something about the whistling in The Great Accident—how it carries both ease and dread at once. It reminds me of old mysteries where the quiet moments matter most. I found myself thinking of that same unhurried tension in The Castlecourt Diamond Mystery — Key Ideas to Explore, where a lighter step can still feel like waiting for the floor to give way. Funny how a tune stays with you long after the page turns.