Archive for March, 2019

Less / Andrew Sean Greer

Arthur Less is about to turn fifty.  He fears that he has become old and boring.  For the last nine years has been involved in a relationship with Freddy, a much younger man.  And while, throughout this time, Less has warned Freddy not to get too attached, he is crushed when his lover announces that he has met someone else.  When he receives an invitation to Freddy’s upcoming wedding, Less decides the only way to escape the pain of heartbreak is to run away from it.

In his younger days, Less was involved with an older man, a world class poet.  During their loving relationship, Less remained in the poet’s shadow.  Even though a writer himself, Less has always considered himself a mid-list novelist of little importance.  Even so, he does have on his desk a pile of professional invitations requesting his attendance at various book events and readings around the globe.  And so he decides to accept all of them, just to be elsewhere when the wedding takes place.

His round-the-world trip takes him to New York City, Paris, Italy, Berlin, Morocco, and finally Japan.  Each chapter of the book is set in a new country, featuring a fresh cast of characters.  While seemingly a hapless soul, Less proves to be one of the nicest travel companions this reader has encountered.  He proves to be a delightful person to spend time with as he muddles his way through a journey plagued by mishaps that prove to be both comedic and enlightening.      While always selling himself short, he manages to live up to the description of a former lover who once called him the strongest man he knows.

The story’s narrator is only hinted at now and again, only to be finally revealed in the concluding pages.  Less is both a romantic comedy and a travelogue that catalogs the protagonist’s humiliations as well as unexpected moments of joy encountered as he bravely dares to step outside his comfort zone.  It is also a heartfelt and engaging tale of discovery.  Arthur Less is a character to whom most will reluctantly bid adieu when the story’s final page is turned.


The Museum Of Innocence / Orhan Pamuk

At the opening of The Museum of Innocence, Kemal Basmaci is a man who seems to have it all.  In his early thirties, he is a wealthy businessman, about to become engaged to Sibel, the daughter of another prominent Istanbul family.  The year is 1975, and his nights are spent partying with other members of high society, childhood friends he grew up with.  Then by chance he encounters a distant cousin (from the poor side of the family).  Fusun is a beautiful eighteen year old, working as a shopgirl.  They are immediately attracted to each other, and in a short time begin a torrid love affair.

Believing he can have his cake and eat it too, Kemal continues to plan his engagement party with Sibel in the evenings, while secretly meeting Fusun every afternoon.  His world is turned upside down when after his engagement party, Fusun disappears.  It is then that he plunges into a deep depression, realizing too late that he has lost the true love of his life.  Heedless of the consequences, he becomes obsessed with finding Fusun and winning her back.  In the months ahead, drinking himself into stupor nightly, his relationship with Sibel crumbles and he begins to cut ties with his friends.  Alone now, Kemal consoles himself by cherishing objects that his beloved left behind in his apartment, when not prowling the streets of Istanbul in search for a clue to her whereabouts.

In time, Kemal does find Fusun, but seemingly too late; she is now married to someone else.  Rather than giving in to despair, he spends the next nine years insinuating himself into her home life, getting to know her parents and helping to fund her husband to become a successful film director.  Throughout this period, he continues to collect various objects that Fusun has touched, removing them to the privacy of his apartment where he slowly begins to build his “museum of innocence” in honor of his love for her.

The novel is over 500 pages long, and the section describing his nine year quest to win back Fusun suffers from a repetition of days that feels like a sad retelling of the movie “Groundhog Day”.  Thankfully, Pamuk keeps the reader’s interest by including the events taking place in Istanbul during this time period.  The city in the 1970s and 1980s is racked by turmoil as the Army and the Communists battle each other for dominance, while at the same time modernists and traditionalists wrestle over social mores.  Adding color to the story is an account of the Turkish film industry and the actors/actresses struggling to become popular icons.

In less capable hands, Kemal’s obsessive love would seem creepy and depressing.  But Pamuk manages to turn it into a happy love story, even if the ending is not at all what one might normally expect.  The success of the novel is due to the author’s attention to detail.  For the patient reader, the story’s slow unfolding allows Pamuk to present fully developed characters and depictions of a time and place that soon becomes familiar.  By the book’s end, one comes away with an understanding of Kemal’s desires, and a sense of having walked the streets of Istanbul.

Ripley, Asleep

Less dog than crumpled rug,
Ripley lies
asleep at her master’s feet.
Splayed paws,
finding no ground to grip,
claw at thin air.
Unfocused, turned inward,
though half open,
both eyes are clouded over.
While in pursuit
of an elusive dreamscape,
her nose remains
fully attuned to the scents in
this living room.
Still, it is not the television
or our laughter
that prompts resurrection,
it is the incessant
tug of a child’s curiosity.
Moments before,
about to tear a squirrel
into edible pieces,
she was determined to
devour it whole.
Yet, instantly sheathing
jagged teeth
when rudely awakened,
Ripley instead
licks the offender’s hand.


If winter cannot be repudiated,
its seemingly endless
reign can at least be defied.
Rather than taking to
the streets in protest, let us
crowd grocery stores
and cast a vote of discontent.
Our nonpartisan
purchases a symbolic form of
protest against
the season’s one-party rule.
In opposition to
the cold, produce favored
over canned goods,
dissidents all, let us fill carts
and baskets with
plums, peaches and papaya.
Even if non-binding,
uniting Republicans and
Democrats alike,
our resolution to disregard
winter’s dominance
will still be a fruitful distraction.

Transit / Rachel Cusk

Transit is the second novel in Rachel Cusk’s Outline trilogy.  Faye, the story’s narrator, is a writer, a mother of two, and recently divorced.  As in Outline, the first book in the series, she reveals little about herself or her thoughts, instead describing in great detail interactions with people who cross her path in daily life.  In Transit, Faye has just moved back to London and purchased a flat in need of serious repair.  While the renovation takes place, her children are sent to live with their father.  Just as in Outline, where she is alone in Greece teaching a writing course, the presence of her children is only glimpsed in the forms of texts they send her when they are facing typical adolescent emergencies.  

The cast of characters she interacts with include contractors, a cranky couple on the floor below who hate any kind of noise and quickly take a strong dislike to her, as well as friends and family members.  As in Outline, she remains mostly a passive observer, her prose providing vivid portraits of the people she engages with in long conversations, rather than of herself.  Although mostly silent about her own life or feelings, in each interaction, bit by bit, pieces of Faye’s life and opinions are exposed.  While her divorce and the swirling emotions surrounding it remain murky, by the book’s end, slips of the tongue do provide revelations.

For those needing a plot driven narrative, the Outline trilogy is best avoided.  In these first two books, Cusk delights in meandering with no clear destination in mind.  Clearly, the focal point is on the journey and not a specific finish line.  What makes both books so special is Cusk’s mastery of creating fascinating character sketches that ring so true to life.  I suspect that readers will either be enchanted by the Outline trilogy or will dismiss it as pointless.  I put myself in the camp of those held captive by Cusk’s prose.  Not only am I eager to pick up the concluding book in this trilogy, I intend to seek out her other works as well.  In 2003, Granta magazine listed Rachel Cusk among the best of young British novelists.  Her later work has lived up to their expectations.

Creatures Of Habit

Over the years
I have gotten to know other
creatures of habit.
Homogeneous time tables have
introduced us in
the close proximity of familiarity
and regularity.
Converging on walks and runs,
bike commutes,
happenstance has turned into
an expectation.
Strangers only because they
remain nameless.
Recognition acknowledged
by their nods,
smiles and good mornings.
A supposition
taken for granted until habits
fail to intersect.

Springing Forward

Roadside petroglyphs,
sun carved, armored with splashed grit––
March’s filthy snowbanks

At the finish line,
winter’s breath personified—
ice sheets on the beach

Sunshine’s lemonade—
an indulgence despite noon’s
strict puritan wind

Spreading contagion—
laughing children drawn outdoors
now a pandemic