Thank heavens I recently read Moby Dick, so that I know who
Queequeg is. Otherwise, those allusions
would have missed their mark totally.
Certainly, this novel is snobbish in a prep school sort of way, but,
after all, the novel is about a New York writer, A. N. Dyer, whose first novel,
Ampersand, is a modern classic, on a
level with The Catcher in the Rye. Dyer, now in his 70s, still pecks away on his
typewriter but is starting to face his own mortality. The narrator is Philip Topping, son of Dyer’s
recently deceased best friend Charlie.
Philip grew up as sort of a cousin to Dyer’s adult sons Richard and
Jamie, both of whom are more or less following in Dad’s footsteps
career-wise. Dyer’s third son, Andy, is
17, the product of a mid-life fling and obviously the apple of his father’s
eye. Two major plot points dominate the
story: What is Dyer currently working on
so ferociously and surreptitiously? And
why is Dyer so obsessed with Andy, to the point that he breaks down during his
eulogy to Charlie because he has temporarily lost sight of Andy? The answers to this two questions come to
light fairly early in the novel, but then we find that Philip is interested in
yet a third question: What was his
father’s relationship to Dyer like? Some
clues are found in the novel Ampersand,
excerpts of which appear in this novel, and some clues appear in decades-old
hand-written correspondence between the two men. To say that this novel is full of itself is
an understatement, and there are virtually no women characters. Isabel, Dyer’s ex-wife, makes a strong but
brief cameo appearance, and then there’s Andy’s crush, Jeanie Spokes, but she’s
pretty much a lightweight as far as the plot is concerned. I felt that the author’s aim was to create a
piece of highbrow literature, but I’m not sure that he quite achieved that
objective. Still, it was a nice change
from all the Oprah-esque stuff I’ve been reading.
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