Shriver’s ‘Property’ filled with uneven tales
If Lionel Shriver weren’t such a terrific writer, she might have had a glorious career as a sociologist. In her latest book, “Property,” she explores a host of contemporary social issues including freeloading young Americans abroad (“Kilifi Creek”), adult children who won’t leave home (“Domestic Terrorism”) and, in a story titled “Negative Equity,” the housing debt that forces some divorcing couples to stay together under the same roof because they can’t afford to sell.
The common denominator of the 10 stories and two novellas is property, both the spaces we live in and the stuff that we fill them with, including kooky art projects such as the one at the center of “The Standing Chandelier.” It’s the best of the bunch, investigating what happens when Jillian Frisk’s best friend, tennis partner and former lover Weston Babansky, aka Baba, decides to marry another woman, Paige Myer, who lays down an ultimatum: her or me.
Baba is stricken. When Paige accuses him of still harbouring feelings for Frisk, he undertakes some soulsearching. “He supposed that, looked at a certain way, some of his girlfriend’s accusations were sort of true. Frisk was a little self ... selfcentred, selfinvolved, selfabsorbed? But who wasn’t selfsomething? It might not have been obvious from the outside, but he himself was wholly and unapologetically selfabsorbed.”
Later, playing tennis with Frisk, he considers Paige’s accusation that he’s still attracted to her. He thinks not, then reconsiders. “He trea sured her presence. He was accustomed to her presence, at ease in her presence, and her appearance was utterly inseparable from the whole of her: the whooping laugh, the zany ideas, the unreliable crosscourt backhand. So the answer to his point of inquiry was a worthless I don’t know.”
With uncanny perceptiveness, Shriver charts the aftermath of Baba’s proposal and Frisk’s impulsive wedding gift of the artwork that lends the story its name. It’s sad, sweet and funny.
Shriver is a brilliant satirist and virtuosic writer. But too many of these stories read like fables designed to illustrate a point. Too many characters are empty vessels, engineered to deliver sneering diatribes on modern life. Still, even if “Property” isn’t your dream house, it’s a diverting place to spend an afternoon or two.