From Putting Things Away to The Marriage Almanac (not to mention the
pedantic Index, in itself a comic wonder), Stanley Crawford gives the
married, the unmarried, and the formerly married a classic satire on all
the sanctimonious marriage manuals ever produced. Starting with the
complete title, Some Instructions to My Wife Concerning the Upkeep of
the House and Marriage, and to My Son and Daughter Concerning the
Conduct of Their Childhood, a boorish narrator sets down some
seventy-three pieces of advice to his wife, young son, and two-year-old
daughter, intended to foster and maintain domestic tranquility in an age
of anxiety. Taken literally, our neo-Victorian head of the house is a
male chauvinist pig of sorts, but what reader would deny that the
sources of Crawford's satire run deep in the American grain?