Engrossing slow-burner on ties of kinship when father doesn’t come home
Descriptions of relationship elevate this novel above others by Egan
MANHATTAN BEACH Jennifer Egan Loot.co.za (R359) Little Brown
REVIEWER: ALASDAIR LEES
IN his recent Nobel acceptance speech, Bob Dylan made a simple but important point that art’s function – for him, but perhaps more generally – is primarily to move people.
I kept coming back to this remark while reading the fifth novel by Jennifer Egan, whose fourth, A Visit from the Goon Squad, won the Pulitzer six years ago.
Drawn to her fiction on the basis of that award, I found her work gifted but frustrating, oscillating between an urge for unearned poignancy or a ducking into hip playfulness.
Her debut, 1995’s The Invisible Circus, about a teenager haunted by the suicide of her radical-1960s sister, and who retraces her doomed trip across Europe, is a rather earnest coming-of-age tale, which was adapted into a sudsy, cod-spiritual Hollywood schlocker with Cameron Diaz.
The tricksy Goon Squad, which follows a number of characters working in the US music industry over a number of decades, ditches the sincerity for something much wittier, but with a self-conscious postmodernity that sometimes illserves its characters.
The poignancy/postmodernity conundrum is also apparent in some of her short fiction, but with this historical novel, the hardiness of a good old-fashioned plot allows the reader to be genuinely affected by the protagonists’ plights.
Its heroine, Anna Kerrigan, is the child of a mid-level bagman in Depression-era Brooklyn, who is both intimately drawn into her father’s world and then cast adrift in it when he doesn’t return home from work.
Fascinated by her vanished father’s dealings in the underworld of New York’s waterfront, Anna takes a job in the Brooklyn Naval Yard as World War II breaks out, and improbably – but convincingly – becomes a deep-sea diver who repairs ships, wearing the old 200-pound (90kg) copper suits.
At the same time, she delves into her father’s past and begins to fathom what happened to him.
The maritime experiences of both father and daughter are often beautifully rendered, but it’s their relationship that elevates this novel above Egan’s earlier books.
Their dynamic has the kind of dark push and pull of Mad Men’s Don Draper and his fascinating existential foil, Sally.
Anna’s abandonment and her father’s final redemption provide a kind of mythic heft. Both characters are put through separate baptisms of fire – one erotic, one martial – that are drawn with a muscular lyricism and operatic grandeur.
Egan has talked of The Sopranos, that subversive portrait of familial dysfunction, as inspiration for her fiction.
As with some of the most compelling stories, this one is about the ties of kinship and the shifting, irrevocable hall of mirrors that emerge between parents and children. It’s a slowburner, but genuinely affecting and handsomely constructed. It moves for all the right reasons.