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B+ : a lot of story for a book this size -- and yet not enough See our review for fuller assessment.
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Javier Cercas covers a lot of ground (and more than sixteen years) in The Speed of Light.
The narrator sounds much like Cercas himself: he teaches at the University of Illinois (Urbana) in the 1980s, publishes a novel called The Tenant, has a world-success (the novel is not named, but the success resembles that Cercas had with Soldiers of Salamis), etc.
Now I lead a false life, an apocryphal, clandestine, invisible life, though truer than if it were real, but I was still me when I met Rodney Falk.Part of the appeal of the novel is the description of the unlikely course of the narrator's life, from starry-eyed aspiring writer in small Gerona through Urbana and eventually on to world-success (and personal tragedy). Covering such a long period, Cercas skims over much -- but he has a nice feel for what to dwell on, and there's an appealing willingness on the part of the narrator to show what an ass he can be (and frequently is), so that he never sounds too self-important. While the narrator is largely self-obsessed, he uses Rodney Falk's life and story as a sort of refracting lens (if not a mirror) on his own life, a necessary counterpart (and balance) -- and a sometimes elusive parallel track to the central, (auto)biographical narrative. The narrator and Rodney share an office when he comes to teach at Urbana. Rodney is a true outsider, who barely talks to or acknowledges anyone in the department, and their first exchange doesn't go very well ("as if I'd suddenly disappeared from view, Rodney turned around and left me standing there mid-sentence"). The narrator is still very green. Back in Spain he'd barely been getting by, an unpublished writer who shared an apartment with a friend who painted: We were brutally ambitious. We aspired to fail. But not simply to fail any old way: we aspired to total, radical, absolute failure. It was our way of aspiring to success.This (self-)destructive pairing of success and failure, of finding one in the other, is a constant in the book; the narrator certainly can't escape it. Rodney's mystique, his apparent refusal to play much of a part in the usual games, be it at the university or elsewhere, stands in some contrast to the narrator's tendency towards posing. Ambition, success, and failure don't seem to figure in any of Rodney's equations. He's passionate about literature (or some authors, at least), but he certainly doesn't seem to care about a career or anything of that sort. Surprisingly (indeed, quite unbelievably) Rodney does wind up taking to the narrator. In part, it's presumably the (potential) writer in him that interests him. Rodney even encourages him, to some extent; certainly, the narrator takes encouragement both from Rodney's words as well as from the mystery-man himself. There's more to Rodney than meets the eye, of course, and the narrator is curious. It's no surprise that Rodney fought in Viet Nam, and it's clear that that still weighs heavily on him. But the narrator is missing too many pieces to understand what Rodney might have gone through and how it may have affected him. But it's a story, or a mystery, that he can't let go of. Even before he has much of an inkling what it's all about, it's a story he wants to tell. Rodney has a tendency to slip away, to simply disappear, but the narrator is willing to chase ghosts. At various stages more information comes to him, first from Rodney's father (and the letters Rodney sent the family from Viet Nam) and then, much later, from the woman Rodney married and settled down with. Even as the narrator establishes himself in Spain (and marries and has a child), Rodney's life and story remain a sort of obsession. And, despite being so distant, Rodney can't seem to let go either, coming to visit in Spain, for example, and having read the narrator's books. Not surprisingly, Rodney was involved in something horrific in Viet Nam, something that haunts him and that was never adequately resolved. By the end the narrator is carrying some pretty heavy baggage around as well, with his own share of guilt; Rodney's story remains the refracting lens through which he hopes to achieve some clarity. It's a lot to stuff in one book, and the contrast between the narrator's often light and self-deprecating tone (he really does make an ass of himself quite often) stands in stark contrast to some very weighty themes (and quite a few horrific events). It does work, for the most part, but it doesn't feel entirely satisfying. In part that's no doubt due to Cercas' own philosophy. Even before the narrator was really one Rodney had argued that 'the writer' is: also a guy who considers extremely complicated problems and who, instead of resolving them or trying to resolve them, like any sensible person, makes them even more complicated. That is: he's a nutcase who looks at reality, and sometimes sees it.Certainly, the book is about complicated problems, and Cercas' approach -- in a way: circling them, rather than focussing in on them -- offers both insight and rewards. But only up to a point. The narrator explained to Rodney why he wanted to write Rodney's story: 'For the same reason any story gets told. Because I was obsessed with it. Because I didn't understand it. Because I felt responsible for it.'This, too, Cercas conveys, but while the sense of obsession and responsibility make for solid foundations, the inability to understand also shimmers through. That doesn't undermine the text, but one is left with the feeling that Cercas has too readily embraced it: he only wants to understand up to a point. The Speed of Light is a fairly appealing read. The style is there -- Cercas is an engaging writer, and he spins a good story (or several) here -- but it feels a bit short of substance (in part also because it tackles so very much). - Return to top of the page - The Speed of Light:
- Return to top of the page - Spanish author Javier Cercas was born in 1962. - Return to top of the page -
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