You know the period of World War I and the Roaring Twenties were really just about the same as today. You worked and you made a living if you could and you tired to make the best of things. For an actor or a dancer it was no different then than today. It was a struggle.
Now I'll read anytime anywhere. I love reading in front of the space heater. Isn't that a sad confession? But it's like my substitute for the roaring fireplace of yore.
I never appreciated 'positive heroes' in literature. They are almost always cliches copies of copies until the model is exhausted. I prefer perplexity doubt uncertainty not just because it provides a more 'productive' literary raw material but because that is the way we humans really are.