Tuesday is a big day in the book world. It’s the day the Man Booker Prize for 2014 will be announced. Which means I’ll probably hear the news sometime on Wednesday morning (New Zealand time). As it happens, early yesterday morning I finished American writer, Karen Joy Fowler’s shortlisted novel, We Are all Completely Beside Ourselves. And I’m putting it out there right now: I reckon it’s The One.
Be aware: my opinion is uninformed. I haven’t read the others on the shortlist. And I don’t have an English Literature degree. The social sciences were my thing at university. I do have a graduate diploma in creative writing but it’s not the same. Nevertheless, I know a good book when I read one. And We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves is that. Fowler is well known for her book The Jane Austen Book Club, a book that inspired me to give Pride and Prejudice another go. It was a set text at High School – a death knell as far as I was concerned at the time. I didn’t really give it a chance. Second time around I was much more impressed. It’s one of very few books I would consider reading a third time. But for now, what is it about We Are all Completely Beside Ourselves that I like so much?
- The structure. As Rosemary, the narrator, declares: she begins in the middle. I was hooked by the contrast to the prologue, the intimation that major changes had taken place. I wanted to know the details: the what, the when, the how and the why. I was intrigued on page six when Rosemary said: “to this day, the Socratic method makes me want to bite someone.” A twenty-two year old owning up to the urge to bite? And over the Socratic method? What on earth had gone on? I wanted to know became I had to know.
- The characters. Especially Rosemary. At first, I thought her behaviour could be simply the hijinks of a slightly out of control, and somewhat naive, student experiencing a run of bad luck with the law. She lands in jail for things similar to those I may or may not have been involved with when I was a student. (Note to my kids: if you’re reading this shut your eyes!) I wound up with only a traffic offence for cycling on the footpath. I still have the ticket. Rosemary had slightly more serious form. Eventually we discover her brother is wanted by the FBI, and yet it’s their parents who have the most to answer for. Or is it? You’ll have to work out that one for yourself.
- The mystery. Rosemary’s sister, Fern, is missing. She’s been gone since Rosemary was five. The how and why and on-going effects provide the page-turning tension that runs right to the end of this book.
- The family relationships. This family is beside itself. Then again, perhaps we all are. The circumstances may have been bizarre but this family’s response to their particular situation is both frighteningly and comfortingly familiar.
- The narrative device. It was as if Rosemary was telling her story to me. As if we were huddled in a bar somewhere and she was pouring her heart out. Fowler’s device of having Rosemary address the reader directly from time to time, added to the verisimilitude. If I had any doubts about this book they were gone when Rosemary says straight to me, on Page 54: “Ask Piaget”. Piaget! When was the last time he appeared in a novel I was reading? Answer: Never! The mere mention of his name should have alerted me to what was coming next. It didn’t. And that’s the beauty of the book for me.
- The psychology. Psychology is rather more than a passing interest to me. To my immense satisfaction Fowler includes psychological theories and experiments, Piaget and Harlow, in particular, that I remember being taught in the seventies and eighties. (Which contributed further to the sense that in some way I was visiting my student past.) And she debates them. Impressively.
- The politics. We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves turns out to be a very personal book that’s political. In a way it wears its politics on its sleeve, rather like a Kingsolver novel. But Fowler locates the political in the personal. I didn’t feel lectured. Rosemary simply comments on the wider context in passing. And her comments pack a punch:: “I wish I’d turned him in myself back in 1996 when … the country [was] more like a democracy … In 1996, even those citizens charged with terrorism had constitutional rights.”
- Respect. Fowler credits her reader with intelligence. From the beginning to the very end. There is no explanation. No overt instruction to the reader on how or what to think. There is simply the story. Right to the end. Even the denouement raises as many questions as it solves.
Kingsolver, in her review for the New York Times puts it best when she says Fowler is a trustworthy guide.That review contains spoilers I’ve avoided here so if you haven’t read the book yet, think twice before clicking on the link. I hope Karen Joy Fowler and We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves takes the prize on Tuesday. I think the book deserves it. If it does win, it’ll be history making. This is the first year the award has included American writers – to be eligible the book has to be published in Britain. It’s a decision that has had its share of controversy. The BBC complained that Commonwealth writers were edged out of the shortlist. I wonder what their reaction will be if We Are All Completely Besides Ourselves takes the prize? Have you read any of the books shortlisted? Who do you think will take the prize? And tell me, what do you think about the changes in eligibility?
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