Judy and I are sheltering in place except for trips to the grocery store. Our toilet paper issue hasn’t become acute yet. Eggs, flour, butter and yeast are missing in action at our local Publix. Packs of chicken are rationed two to a customer. We’ll probably run through this week’s food before we use the last sheet of toilet paper, but it’s going to be close.
We spend part of our time reading. Judy has dry eye and can’t read printed text for long periods of time. She listens to Audible instead. I sometimes read her chapters from Richard Russo’s “Everybody’s Fool”, the sequel to “Nobody’s Fool”. The plot, when it moves forward, holds interest. The characters pull you in. But we’ve noticed that Russo needed an editor to trim the early chapters. He frequently lapses into expository passages of internal dialogue that drag on while nothing important happens.
I stopped caring about the protagonist’s inner anguish after the author spent two thirds of a chapter describing the man’s hesitancy to open a sock drawer. The character suspected, against his own common sense, that a venomous snake had hid amongst his socks and underpants. Raymer knew that it couldn’t have. But having already had a hideous day, he thought that the laws of cause and effect had been suspended when it came to him. He suspected, in torturous detail while a young lady waited outside for him, that the universe willfully planned to continue punishing him. It took the author five pages to fully explore Raymer’s feelings of self doubt and loathing. Russo probably wanted to emphasize Raymer’s self-destructive tendencies (why waste time hating yourself and your past when someone attractive wants to spend time with you?) and pounded that point deep into the ground.
Other characters actively self-sabotage. No one, as of the middle of the book, has a chance for happiness. Carl Roebuck worries more about the after effects of prostate surgery than the prospect of going bankrupt. Sully refuses to get a pacemaker and stumbles around gasping for breath. Janey allows her abusive ex-husband to violate a restraining order by sleeping with him. She explains her mistake the next morning by telling her mother that she had felt horny. Ex-husband devotes more energy on violent acts of revenge than to staying out of jail. Jerome suffers panic attacks partially brought on by the guilt he feels over an affair with a married woman. Gus realizes that a core belief is a delusion: his love will never fix his wife’s mental illness.
One hopes that someone will pull their head out of their ass by the last chapter. Authors have to beat up their characters to move a plot from points A to B, but Russo needs to give them (and the reader) a break before the tale ends.
On the other hand, I’ve started “Commonwealth” by Ann Patchett. Her writing flows smoothly from character to character, plot development to plot development over a long stretch in a family’s history. Her characters also manage to mess up their lives by making decisions that wound each other, but they don’t endlessly ruminate about their troubles. Consequences follow actions. Folks think and emote and reconsider. But the graceful writing wraps everything into a neatly-wrapped package. Thank you kindly, Ann. Your work is a godsend during troubled times.
I have been trying to avoid watching or reading too much news. Dread builds into low-level panic if I do. A good book, or even a flawed book, helps to pass the time.