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Welcome to the Franklin Evans Annotated Edition Blog

Welcome to the Franklin Evans annotations blog for the City Tech Looking for Whitman class. We’re using this blog to post and annotate paragraphs from Walt Whitman’s 1842 temperance novel. franklin-evans

Our annotations are just a beginning. Please feel free to add your own comments to deepen and enrich our understanding of this work.

All page references are to the following edition of the work:

Whitman, Walt. Franklin Evans, or The Inebriate: A Tale of the Times. Christopher Castiglia and Glenn Hendler, Eds. Durham, N.C.: Duke U.P., 2007.

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“Not So Different”

Reading Franklin Evans seemed different at first. After reading Leaves of grass I guess it should. The way the book is written causes confusion at first because it’s not a poem. It’s a collection of short stories written in sequence to read like a story. The story about one man and everything that happens to him because of his need for alcohol.

What caught my attention at first was the fact that Walt Whitman started the story by not telling you Franklin Evans age. I suppose he did that to reach all age groups. If he would’ve mentioned an age, whoever wasn’t in that age group would probably think that his message wasn’t meant for them. Then Whitman begins every chapter with a poem, that actually tells you what that particular story is about. It seemed like he was baiting you, the reader to want to know more maybe. Once you read the poem, you actually ask yourself, “What does this have to do with this story?”. I found myself reading to figure out the significance.

The book was written to teach a lesson. Around the time Walt Whitman wrote Franklin Evans Brooklyn was going through major changes. Its’ people were in and out of work, not enough money, children to feed, issues on how to run Brooklyn, manage the large rush of people moving in, people did what they usually do when times are bad, THEY DRINK! Whitman not only saw it, he participated, which gave him a good insight on how how people behave once intoxicated. He saw first hand what it did to people and their families that he decided to write about it hoping to save some from self destruction and family destruction.

Whitman claimed he wrote the novel while intoxicated. He might have. Sometime you find yourself in a bad way, and need a way to let the pain out. Maybe this was a bad time for Whitman, I can not say for sure but he wrote this novel, he says, to teach intemperance. He might of wrote it for forgiveness also.

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I found the paper that Franklin Evans was first published. I thought that everyone would like to see it. This novel was originally written in the paper, not as a book. If you haven’t read it, check it out. It’s interesting, seems different but to me sounds like Whitman. It’s risky writing with a twist.

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“pleasant rooms,”

 Franklin Evans Chapter IV Page 24 1st Paragraph

“When I arose the next morning, and thought over in my mind what it would be better for me to do first, I saw that it was necessary to provide myself with a boarding-house. After breakfast, I crossed the ferry, and purchasing a paper of one of the news-boys, for a penny, I looked over to the column containing advertisements of the places similar to what I wished. I was somewhat surprised to find that every one had the most “airy, delightful location,” the very “best accommodations,” with “pleasant rooms,” and “all the comforts of a home.”Some of them informed the reader that there were “no children in the house.”  These I passed over, determining not to go there; for I loved the lively prattle of children, and was not annoyed as some people pretend to be, by their little frailties.”

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Franklin Evans

                Walt Whitman’s novel, “Franklin Evans: The Inebriate,” Walt Whitman explains the dangers of addictions such as alcohol. This temperance novel which Walt Whitman openly denies as his own, I believe is a way of including the effects that alcohol had on his own life. Walt Whitman, I believe, included this information indirectly and changed the names of the characters so that he can tell his story but at the same time not embarrass his family. One of the things that I believe that sparked this temperance novel was the result and the effect he saw that alcohol had on his father that he experienced as a young boy.

            The story Walt Whitman presents his audience with this dramatic tale of a country boy that ultimately is heading on a road of destruction. Franklin, the country boy travels to the city and gets caught up in drinking alcohol. As time proceeds everything begins to crumble. Franklin eventually loses his wife, his job and his freedom, as a consequence of getting involved with a gang of thieves. Franklin after his release from prison turned to alcohol which leads him into a regrettable marriage to a Creole slave. Franklin’s wife Margaret ends up killing herself because her husband has an affair with a widow from the North, whom Margaret poisons out of a jealous rage. 

            Whitman tells people when asked about the novel, that he wrote the novel while he was intoxicated, drinking cocktails. That may be true because he is an exceptional writer. He told people not to take this novel seriously. Whitman preached and practiced the ability of temperance throughout his life. Walt Whitman was known to participate in a number of temperance movements such as the meetings and parades of the Washingtonians, who made up the older American Temperance Society. Although he denounced this novel, this was not the only Temperance tales Walt Whitman wrote.

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“It Was One of Those Flippant Affairs”

In the course of the evening some little incidents happened, which served as a proof of the truth of the old proverb, which declares that glittering things may not be of the value they seem. It happened thus. Colby and myself, accompanied by a friend of my friend’s, whom we met at the drinking-room, determined to go to the theatre that evening, and accordingly did so. The house was crowded. Beautiful women and elegant men—moustached dandies and lively youth—brilliant fashionables of all varieties, combined to render the scene exhilarating and splendid. And the music from the orchestra, now soft and subdued, now bursting out with notes of thunder—how delicious it glided into the ear! The curtain drew up and the play began.It was oneof those flippant affairs, that pretend to give a picture of society and manners among the exclusive. The plot worse than meager—the truthfulness of the scene a gag, which ought not to have excited aught but ridicule—the most nauseous kind of mock aristocracy tinging the dialogue from beginning to end—yet it was received with applause, and at the conclusion, with vociferous and repeated cheers! The manager had printed upon his bills that London was pleased with it, and that one of the scenes represented life as in the private parlor of an English Duke—with the curtains, carpets, and drapery of the parlor, as good as real! I blushed for the good sense of my countrymen.

(Franklin Evans 31)

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“One bright cool morning”

One bright cool morning in the autumn of 183-, a country market-wagon, which also performed the office of the stage-coach for those whose means or dispositions were humble enough to be satisfied with its rude accommodations, was standing, with the horse harnessed before it, in front of a village inn, on the Long Island turnpike. As the geography of the reader may be at fault to tell the exact whereabouts of this locality, I may as well say, that Long Island is a part of the State of New York, and stretches out into the Atlantic, just southeastward of the city which is the great emporium of our western world. The most eastern county of the island has many pretty towns and hamlets; the soil is fertile, and the people, though not refined or versed in city life, are very intelligent and hospitable. It was in that eastern county, on the side nearest the sea, that the road ran on which the market-wagon just mentioned was going to traverse. The driver was in the bar-room, taking a glass of liquor.

( Franklin Evans 5 )

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“Near one of the ferries”

The place at which our conveyance stopped was in Brooklyn, near one of the ferries that led over to the opposite side if the river. We dismounted; glad enough to be at the end of our journey, and quite tired with its wearisomeness. Our passengers now prepared to go to their several destinations. The antiquary took a little carpet-bag in his hand, and politely bidding us adieu, made his way for the boat near by. Demaine was more lengthy in his arrangements. He had not much more to carry than the antiquary, but he called a porter, and engaged him to take it down to the landing. The country woman, also, hurried away; eager, no doubt, with parental fondness, to see her child.

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“Gossipping Tongues”

“It was evident that something wrong had been done, and weighed heavily on the wretched woman’s mind. Her words, and her strange gestures could not but have a meaning to them. Gossipping [sic] tongues, once started upon such matters, are not easily put to rest; and before long the dark rumor came to Mr. Phillips’s ears, that his kinswoman had been murdered—murdered by her, too, on whom, of all who lived around, he wished an opportunity of showing his dislike.

The overseer, whatever might have been his deficiencies, was a shrewd clear-headed man, and in ferretting out a mystery, had a few equals. In the present instance, his wits were sharpened by a sense of duty toward the dead widow, and a desire for revenge. He worked with sagacity, and allowed no incident to escape him, small or large. As might be expected, he soon discovered enough to make his surmises a positive belief.”

Passage from “Franklin Evans” by Walt Whitman on page103 and paragraph 5.

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“Deplorable Addiction”

One evening, I had a respite from my employment, and amused myself by my favorite recreation, the theater. As I returning quite late, and was passing through a narrow, dirty street, a boy asked me for some pennies, in a piteous tone. He said he wanted them to buy bread. I thought the voice was familiar- and scanning the lad’s features, discovered my little acquaintance who had so often brought the jug. Of late, however, I had missed his accustomed visits to the bar. I spoke kindly to him- and the poor fellow, no doubt unaccustomed to such treatment, burst into tears. More and more interested, I inquired of him what distress had sent him forth at that hour; and he acknowledged that, instead of wanting the pennies to buy bread, he wished to purchase liquor-and for his mother!

Franklin Evans, 44

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“Questioning the Reality”

“The occurrences of the night, I may as well confess, taught me to question the reality of many things I after wards saw; and reflect that, though to appearance they were showy, they might prove, upon trial, as coarse as the eating-house waiter, or the blear-eyed actress. I lost also, some of that reverence, and that awkward sense of inferiority, which most country folk, when they take up their abode in this brick-and-pine Babel, so frequently show – and which, by the way, is as amusing to the observers, as it is unfair to themselves.”

-Franklin Evans… Page 33, 3rd Paragraph.. Chapter 5.

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