The Depression of the 1930s had left many questioning the extent to which the America envisioned by the Founding Fathers , the America of idealism, of optimism, and of equality, had really succeeded. The old American values – happy families ensconced behind white picket fences, in rural small towns – these values were now disappearing from the American imagination as a reflection of anything other than a deluded utopianism. If the Depression had not been enough to savage such rosy idealisms, the reality of the second world war certainly would be. As Christopher Bigsby writes: "American notions of the autonomous self, secure and morally inviolable, seemed suddenly more difficult to sustain. The enemy was no longer simply modernity, the inhuman scale, the mechanical rhythms against which Eugene O’Neill and Elmer Rice, Sidney Kingsley and the young Miller and Williams had railed. It was a flaw in the sensibility that made betrayal seem a natural impulse and the self complicit...