“The 1950s have an image problem. Elvis Presley and Marilyn Monroe are now the decade’s most famous faces: a pair of troubled celebrities who abused drugs and died young. Visual shorthand for the decade is always the same: black-and-white clips of row after row of cloned houses in Levittown, or gaudy tailfins on cars, or H-bomb clouds mushrooming over Bikini Island.” But maybe this is all wrong. Brian Murray contends that “the literary 1950s were a “third flowering of American talent.” In fact, American literature of the 1950s “now asserts special claims to greatness,” drawing energy from a decade that was far from being “smug and absorbed with its own splendors.”