Genuine laugh-out-loud
fiction is thin on the ground but in the past I’ve always been able to rely on
US writer Jonathan Tropper. He specialises in hilarious novels about men at
crisis points – bereaved or divorced men with shambolic lives – and he hasn’t
changed his act for his latest novel, One Last Thing Before I Go (Orion, $36.99), but somehow the real belly laughs
are missing.
Leading character,
middle-aged drummer Silver, has lost plenty. Divorced from the wife he still
loves, he has neglected his daughter Casey and his once glittering career as a
pop star has been reduced to playing weddings and barmitzvahs. Now Silver
spends his days hanging out at the pool of his apartment building perving at
bikini-clad college girls with the other divorced guys. The man is a loveable
loser but two bombshells shake him out of his apathy. First teenaged daughter
Casey declares she is pregnant, then he discovers he has a fatal heart
condition that means he could drop dead at any minute.
The plot hinges on
Silver’s highly implausible decision to refuse lifesaving surgery at the hands
of his ex-wife’s doctor fiance. Tropper offers frail justification for this:
Silver doesn’t want to die exactly, but niether does he want to continue living
the way he has been. The threat of impending but avoidable death is a crucial
tool for this tale of mid-life redemption so it’s best the reader goes along
with it. It provides Silver with the impetus to reconnect with life and family,
and to be a better man. It also results in a couple of mini strokes which cause
him to start speaking out loud the thoughts running through his head.
Silver is equipped
with much of the standard issue stuff for Tropper characters: the
self-deprecating humour, the eccentric but loving family, the tendancy for
long, amusing emotional riffs. The author’s genius is for taking us inside a
male character’s head and showing us what’s going on in the manner of Nick
Hornby only better. But the result here is bittersweet rather then especially
funny. Perhaps there just aren’t the chuckles to be had in mid-life angst (although
Tropper somehow managed to find them in widowhood), perhaps the emotional depth
is greater, or it may be that the topic is too close to the bone for the
author, now in his forties. This is still an entertaining read but the humour
is wry and bittersweet, dipping towards schmaltzy every now and then,
particularly in a scene where Silver grabs the microphone at a wedding and
treats the guests to his one-hit wonder.
Tropper is also a
screenwriter and the co-creator of a new TV series called Banshee. His writing has a cinematic feel and this novel has
already been optioned for a movie which, if they keep a lid on the schmaltz,
should be great. It is a heartfelt, witty, brilliantly observed novel, even
wise at times so even if it’s not quite up there laughwise with Tropper’s
previous titles, One Last Thing Before I
Go is still a rewarding read.
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