Wednesday, 9 December 2009

Review: THE ANGLE OF REPOSE by Wallace Stegner

From the outset I was seduced by the tone and voice of Lyman Ward, the key narrator of this novel. In his late 50s and almost wheelchair-bound due to a partially amputated leg, Lyman has set up home in the rural area he grew up in, looked after by an aging neighbour and her family, and frowned on by his ex-wife and son Rodman. To occupy his time Lyman sets himself the task of writing the biography of his grandmother, Susan Burling Ward, and hence also his grandfather Oliver Ward, using the correspondence and writings and drawings that survive. They are two pioneers of the mining West.

I don’t have any sound knowledge of the history of this time, but I felt a strong pull to the tough lives of these characters and their fellows who worked with them in an unforgiving terrain, with financiers and investors repeatedly letting them down and leaving them in the lurch, poorer and more poverty stricken as the story progresses, and the Wards move from place to place, project to project, hope being sparked and snuffed with each exile. What begins for Susan as an adventure, she is on some levels an early feminist perhaps, yet still constrained quite tightly by Victorian mores, following her husband begins as something she desires, but gradually spirals down and deeper into bitterness with the relentless failure.

The novel is layered and rich, and among other things is about the tension between the lives of the cultured (Susan is from a highly cultured and literate society, an artist and writer), and the life of action and practicality – her husband’s life as an engineer and that of his colleagues and workers. At the outset Susan believes this tension can thrive and grow, but with increasingly fewer people to share her passions, the tautness becomes unsustainable.

As well as Lyman’s voice, he also permits Susan to tell her own story in her letters to her cherished friend the increasingly famous Augusta, long married to the poet Thomas Hudson, who may have once made a husband for Susan, and who sustains her at a distance with creative contracts to draw and write. Through Lyman, the novel addresses the difficulty of writing biography, and of how that difficulty is complicated when the biographer is related to the subject. Other subjects emerge including community, unrequited love, blame and the sometimes destructiveness of expectation.

The ‘angle of repose’ is an engineering term for the angle of rest. Lyman’s name itself, may be a play on the term. Lyman doesn’t want to give in to his disability, but at the end of the novel he wonders if he himself could be a bigger man than his grandfather in being able himself to let go into repose. His grandparents never could.

There is often a debate about whether a writer can write authentically in the voice of the opposite sex, Stegner proves that he undoubtedly can.

Wednesday, 2 December 2009

A Passion for Essays - 1

I simply love essays, I barely care what they are about. There is something about the form that I find truly satisfying. It doesn’t matter whether it is a baggy appreciation of something, or a tight, beautifully honed piece. More than anything essays are likely to send me off to find out more about whatever their subject is. And I’m not just talking about literary subjects here (although most practitioners are writers – well, there’s a given really!). I think it is because essays tend most often to be about things that are passions of the writer, and passion communicated is extremely alluring.

I have read several volumes of essays this year, including Virginia Woolf’s Common Room: Series One and wallowed around in her eclectic mind: Elizabethan literature, Boswell, Johnson, Addison to name but a few subjects. The latter I knew nothing about and ended up going on a hunt for some of his essays – fortunately on holiday where there were a number of delicious secondhand bookshops I was successful.

Other volumes of essays read this year were by Graham Swift and Joyce Carol Oates. I think essays are a very interesting barometer of what interests and engages a culture, and often a good describer of that culture. Oates’s essays were incisive and broad ranging, and I felt told me something of America, as well as of the essence of Oates.

Last night I read the first essay in Zadie Smith's new volume, Changing My Mind: Occasional Essays, and was very quickly seduced into moving its subject, Zora Neale Hurston’s ‘Their Eyes were Watching God’ nearer the top of a ‘to be read’ pile (more of the TBR another time) – I read the Hurston novel in the 1980s and was very much moved by its language, and so, soon, I shall be moved again I hope. I am also looking forward to the next essays in Smith’s volume.