FAMILY MATTERS

PULITZER PRIZE WINNER JENNIFER EGAN IS BACK WITH HER FIFTH NOVEL, MANHATTAN BEACH, WHICH EXPLORES THE POIGNANT RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN A FATHER AND DAUGHTER

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.

The tricksy Goon ditches the sincerity for something much wittier, but with a selfconscious post-modernity that sometimes ill-serves 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 after one day 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 the Second World War breaks out, and improbably — but convincingly — becomes a deep-sea diver, the old kind with 200-pound copper suits, repairing ships. 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.

Egan has talked of The Sopranos, that fantastically subversive portrait of familial dysfunction, as an 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 slow-burner, but genuinely affecting and handsomely constructed. It moves for all the right reasons.