A Friend of the Earth - T C Boyle

 

Boyle was the hero of my reading back in the Naughties.  Water Music, Drop City, East is East, Riven Rock - I read them and I loved them.  I wasn't so keen on The Inner Circle and Talk Talk, but even so I"m amazed that I haven't posted any Boyle reviews on this blog, which means I haven't read any Boyle in the last ten years.

A Friend of the Earth dates back to the turn of the century, though this paperback was only published in 2019.  It is set at the end of the Eighties and into the Nineties, and in 2025.  Our hero Ty Tierwater starts off as a widower raising his daughter and tending to the dilapidated shopping mall bequeathed by his developer father.  His midlife crisis comes when he meets Andrea, ecology radical and future wife, who transforms Ty and daughter Sierra into eco-warriors and, in Sierra's case, eco-martyr.

Forty years later seventy-five year-old Ty is tending endangered ugly animals on the estate of rock legend Maclovio Pulchris.  His warrior days are done.  His back aches. Then Andrea reappears with news that someone wants to write about Sierra.  Ty's passions are roused - for Andrea, anyway.  But in the post-Millennium years the climate has gone to hell in a handcart.  Even California is blasted by seemingly never=ending storms.  The eco-hippies were right all along, but it's surely too late to do anything about it now.

That's the premise with which Boyle works his characteristic anarchic carnage.  His prose is fabulous, his exploration of his characters as extensive as the stage he has set for himself.  His technique - using first person for Ty now and third person Tierwater for Ty then - is so seamlessly done that we barely notice.  Nobody, but nobody does this kind of novel better.  Boyle is of his time yet stands squarely in the ultimate literary tradition of cowed nobodies oppressed by greater towers who nevertheless find the strength within themselves to rise up and howl.

Absolutely magnificent - and disconcertingly prescient.

Moonglow - Michael Chabon

Such a beautiful book.  I have read Michael Chabon before - Kavalier & Clay, I think - but it didn't prepare me for Moonglow.  I now understand that Chabon is a Jewish John Irving.  His richly textured narratives twist and turn over decades, seasoned with what seems to be autobiographical content but which probably isn't.

In this case it is the story of Mike's grandfather.  I'm not sure we ever get his name; he is the maternal step-grandfather, so it's not Chabon, and he is referred to throughout as simply 'my grandfather'.  He is an engineer in World War II, ultimately tasked with tracking down Werner von Braun before the Russians get him.  Along the way he discovers an abandoned V2 rocket, a discovery which changes his life, and von Braun's cache of documents.

Postwar, he marries a beautiful French emigree who already has a daughter, Mike's mother.  The wife has suffered horribly in the war (she is Jewish but was saved by nuns).  She is slightly zany - an actress - and is a late night hostess on Baltimore TV.  But she suffers from visions of a skinless horse and spends time in a mental asylum.  This coincides with her husband's brief burst of midlife madness.  He assaults his boss and is sent to jail.  This turns out to be another seminal event.  Whilst inside he works on homemade rocketry and once released earns a small fortune in partnership with Mike's uncle making models for the Space Race.

Then his wife dies - killed by HRT which restored her sanity.  The grandfather sells up and moves to a Jewish retirement community in Florida where he has one last sexual fling and tries to hunt down a snake that has eaten his partner's late husband's cat - a parallel to his hunt for Werner von Braun, which is also resolved.

Ultimately he dies in his stepdaughter's home.  At the end grandson Mike helps nurse him, prizing out the taciturn old man's story bit by bit.

As I said at the top, it is all beautifully done.  Chabon switches past and present and inbetween, all seemlessly.  We meet Mike's mother as a precocious child, uppity teen and successful career woman.  Mike's father, long estranged, appears fleetingly from time to time.  Far more real is the grandfather's younger brother Ray, rabbit, pool hall hustler, entrepreneur, lothario and huckster.  In later appearances he sports an eyepatch; apparently Mike's mother shot him but the grandfather wasn't there so it isn't in the book - in itself, a prime example of Chabon's mastery.

I was wholly involved at every stage.  The book couldn't go on long enough - and yet somehow it did.  The ending was timely, right, perfect in every way.  Contemporary American picaresque at its very best.