A simple day, a simple haircut, a story that will shake the town. Could a death really be more than it was thought to be? Don't think this is a serious, morbid, story - it's not.
What I most enjoyed about "Haircut"
was the narrator. In the beginning of the story, I could clearly envision
myself sitting down for a haircut and the barber doling out the story of Jim
Kendall, the comical, somewhat mischievous, and recently deceased town
jokester. It was so easy to get lost in the story, and it was such a quick
transition back to reality, with the last line - "Comb it wet or
dry?" I also appreciated the normal, somewhat comical life story of Jim.
The sudden climax at the end was a bit predictable, but enjoyable nonetheless.
The first person narration added a special touch to the story, as it was
recalled entirely from the memories of the barber, who was purposely unbiased.
Point of view serves as the perfect complement
to Lardner's "Haircut," mostly because it adds a very realistic touch
to the story. First person is usually very simple, but I believe it is slightly
more complex in this situation, merely because the entire story is memories not
in the form of personal anecdotes, but as accounts of the rude and humorous
feats of the deceased Jim Kendall. Symbolism was also present throughout the
story, through Jim Kendall. He represented the common man, one who has made
mistakes in his life, but takes the days as the come, making the most of them,
although not always in the most productive way.
My favorite character would probably be the
narrator. That barber could be anyone. But he is merely represented as a common
man, just passing the time, telling the new man in town of the recently
deceased most popular man in town. He was unbiased, simple, and relatable, and
that is what made him so likeable. I certainly would not mind sitting down for
a haircut with him because he was the type of person who you could listen to
all day. I envisioned him as an old man, full head of white hair, somewhat like
Ernest Borgnine. His smile lit up the room, his grandchildren loved him. He was
just one of those characters that you could read like the front page of the
Sunday times.