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So Far Gone
By Jess WalterHarper: 272 pages, $30If you purchase books linked on our website, The Occasions might earn a fee from Bookshop.org, whose charges assist unbiased bookstores.
Within the uncommon encounters he has with different people, he enjoys quoting favourite passages from it, resembling: “A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone.” And he’s not to mention fairly just a few.
His “step aside” was partially sparked by a 2016 Thanksgiving altercation together with his daughter’s dangerously sanctimonious husband, Shane. He’s a born-again Christian whose adherence to more and more weird conspiracy theories have him believing that even the NFL has been infiltrated by “globalists.” Rhys has been subjected to Shane’s rants for years, and distills his son-in-law’s worldview right down to this: “a Satanic liberal orthodoxy whose end goal was to subsume good Christians like Shane into an immoral, one-world socialist nightmare in which people pooped in the wrong bathroom.”
Among the many many melancholy pleasures of this novel is that Walter synthesizes that need many people really feel — and principally resist — to crawl beneath the covers and never reemerge for just a few many years, to nurse a “bone-deep sorrow.” Rhys luxuriates in his solitude and lack of duty, detaching to such a level that, in 2020, he’s largely unaware of the COVID-19 pandemic till his barber insists he don a masks. He’s startled out of his oblivion just a few years later by a knock on the entrance door.
On his porch stand a boy and a lady he at first errors for strangers. “What are you fine capitalists selling?” he asks them. “Magazines or chocolate bars?”
“We aren’t selling anything,” replies the boy. “We’re your grandchildren.”
It’s then that Rhys comprehends that in defending himself he has didn’t be there for his beloved ex-wife, Celia, who’s since died of lymphoma, or for his daughter, who has mysteriously run away, leaving a be aware to a neighbor instructing her to take her youngsters to stick with her estranged father. “He is a recluse who cut off contact with our family and now lives in squalor,” she writes. Studying her phrases, regret hits like a ton of bricks. He asks himself: What have I achieved? Having spent the final seven years in a state of self-absorption — or, as his ex-girlfriend Lucy later places it: “You’ve just been up there pouting?” — his new quest is solely to atone.
All through the novel, Rhys references Kant, De Beauvoir, Sartre, Virginia Woolf and Epictetus, amongst others, utilizing information as a balm and escape hatch. He mourns the collapse of tradition “into a huge internet-size black hole of bad ideas, bald-faced lies, and bullshit.” However into that cauldron he should as soon as once more dive, as his daughter’s whereabouts stay unknown, his 13-year-old granddaughter has been promised by her stepfather to the 19-year-old son of a radical church pastor, and his grandson is late for a chess match in Spokane. He begins up his 1978 Audi 100 — “half car, half garbage. Carbage” — and the three take off.
Rhys awkwardly rebuilds bridges with family and friends in a sequence of adventures and misadventures, and slowly registers what he’s missed throughout his absence. “Those changes had a strange quality to them,” he observes. “Not only did they seem broadly unimpressive, but in some cases, they seemed like steps backwards.” For instance, “not only were there no flying cars, there seemed to be more big pickups and SUVs than ever.”
Walter is a slyly adept social critic, and has clearly invested his protagonist with the entire outrage and heartbreak he himself feels concerning the darkish course our world has taken. He’s additionally invested his protagonist with a self-deprecating humorousness that retains his pessimism from veering into maudlin territory. If there’s hope to be discovered inside this harsh panorama, it’s in our reference to each other — an antidote to despair. All of us need to stay by way of a darkish season every now and then, Rhys comforts himself. Or, to paraphrase a Virginia Woolf line from “To the Lighthouse” that Rhys invoked earlier: What will get us by way of are “little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.” Or for that matter, novels like this one.
Haber is a author, editor and publishing strategist. She was director of Oprah’s Ebook Membership and books editor for O, the Oprah Journal.
