Writing Career
In the 1950s, O'Connor began a career as a television critic for two Boston newspapers, a profession he would follow for the rest of his life. He also wrote his first novel, The Oracle (1951). Soon afterward, he wrote the novel for which he is most remembered, The Last Hurrah (1956). The novel concerns a Boston Irish politician, Frank Skeffington, as seen through the eyes of a nephew whom he invites to accompany him on what turns out to be an unsuccessful reelection campaign. Skeffington has a gentlemanly manner, lacing his talk with literary quotations. He is slightly corrupt, but delivers service to his constituents. He is an expert at juggling and balancing the claims of the various Boston-area ethnic groups. But his time has passed, and he loses the election. While not a roman à clef, there are points of similarity between Skeffington and Boston mayor James Michael Curley. This novel was adapted for film in 1958, and O'Connor wrote the screenplay himself. As Charles Fanning notes, "The windfall profits from The Last Hurrah made O'Connor for the first time financially secure."
He won the Pulitzer Prize for his next novel, The Edge of Sadness, the story of a middle-aged priest in an unnamed New England port city which is the seat of a bishop (Providence, O'Connor's birthplace, probably serving as the model.) I Was Dancing (1964) is a novel about an aging vaudevillian who tries to reconnect with his son after twenty years of casual neglect. His last novel, All in the Family, appeared in 1966. (It has no connection at all to the later television series of the same name). It is a profile of a Massachusetts family with a driving father who has political ambitions for his sons. As with The Last Hurrah, it is not a roman à clef but the clan is certainly reminiscent of the Kennedy family.
O'Connor died suddenly of a cerebral hemorrhage in 1968.
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“The writing career is not a romantic one. The writers life may be colorful, but his work itself is rather drab.”
—Mary Roberts Rinehart (18761958)