Reviewed
by Gordon McLauchlan
I was disappointed by this
latest novel from a writer who has always seemed to me to be on the second-tier
of contemporary American literature. I remember enjoying The World According to Garp and after that The Cider House Rules but without that sense of enthusiastic
anticipation for the author’s next book. Part of my problem with In One Person might be that I read it
immediately after the latest masterwork by Richard Ford: Canada.
The first
two-thirds of Irving’s longish novel is about the barely credible 1960s sex
life of a self-obsessed, self-indulgent bisexual schoolboy in a dysfunctional
family within a malfunctioning community. I understand that in that post-war
period, sexual divergence from what was seen as the norm was still an emotional
trauma for young men and women but I could not get the sense that the boy’s
approach to the problem or the ambience of the place he lived in was authentic.
The first-person narrator’s grandfather is a partly
repressed homosexual; his two female cousins are gay; his mother was the
“victim” of a teenage encounter with his father, a younger gay boy; the school
wrestling team is predominantly gay, as is the friend he travels to Europe
with; and the town librarian is a transsexual, albeit one of the few engaging
characters in the novel.
The hero, using the word in the literary sense, crusades
endlessly for tolerance for the sexually different, but only after he finally
grows up in the last quarter of the book does he begin to understand that maybe
some seeming bigots are victims of their own emotional traumas, which might
have been as harrowing as his own.
It was only in this last part of the book that I was truly
engaged. The characters are more real and diverse. As AIDS ravaged New York – the
author claims that by 1995 more Americans had died of the devastating disease
in that city alone than were killed in Vitenam – an uncomprehending and largely
unsympathetic public looked away. It was a tragic and horrible price to pay but,
if there is an upside, it is that gradually most Americans began to understand
that there is no normality, that the right to private sexual expression in any
form without violence or exploitation is a fundamental human freedom.
One thing that surprises me about Irving is his frequent use of italics to put stress on a word in sentence, usually the bad habit of an amateur.
Footnote:
Gordon McLauchlan is an Auckland-based writer and commentator, and an occasional reviewer of this blog.
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