The husband of an outcast couple in rural Minnesota forces the town's acceptance, thanks to the thresher and the industrial revolution. But his drive for success and respect puts his marriage and loved ones in peril.
The Thresher
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The Thresher
The whole thing feels awkward to read to me. I don't understand what is happening. What does it mean to "force the town's acceptance"? What is a tresher? What is the husband's objective goal? Who is trying to stop him from achieving this goal? How does failure to achieve this goal put his marriage and loved ones in peril?
What's there peril he's putting his loved ones in?
The husband of an outcast couple in rural Minnesota ..."
The beginning is awkward to read. I would just say, "An outcast in rural Minnesota..."
Those were the times?
Yes, they were. I grew up in a rural enclave settled by German immigrants. One of the legendary family scandals was of a cousin who defied his family and church (Lutheran) to marry a city-slicker (gasp!), Italian (groan), Catholic (how could he?) girl -- and agree to raise their children as Catholics (oh my gawd!). Such were the times.
So the man wants respectability -- to be accepted by the community. What is his m.o., his objective goal to obtaining it? Use his willingness to take the risk of investing in new fangled technology faster than the more conservative farmers to become the biggest landholder in the community? Perhaps buy back the land (and then some) that his ne'er do well father lost?
And how does his drive for success and respectability imperil his relationship with his wife?
David, that's how things are, what's the event that causes them to say "No More"?
Turn-of-the-century western Minnesota German protestant community. His crime is simply being the orphaned son of a rebel against the church community. He is incessantly being compared to his father--a no-good-dirty-rotten-scoundrel. Her crime is that she is a daughter of Irish Catholic immigrants. Those were the times...