I want to begin this post with a little advice (to myself) from John Updike. His five/six rules for reviewing books (from Picked-up Pieces-1975):
1. Try to understand what the author wished to do, and do not blame him for not achieving what he did not attempt.
2. Give him enough direct quotation—at least one extended passage—of the book’s prose so the review’s reader can form his own impression, can get his own taste.
3. Confirm your description of the book with quotation from the book, if only phrase-long, rather than proceeding by fuzzy precis.
4. Go easy on plot summary, and do not give away the ending. (How astounded and indignant was I, when innocent, to find reviewers blabbing, and with the sublime inaccuracy of drunken lords reporting on a peasants’ revolt, all the turns of my suspenseful and surpriseful narrative! Most ironically, the only readers who approach a book as the author intends, unpolluted by pre-knowledge of the plot, are the detested reviewers themselves. And then, years later, the blessed fool who picks the volume at random from a library shelf.)
5. If the book is judged deficient, cite a successful example along the same lines, from the author’s ouevre or elsewhere. Try to understand the failure. Sure it’s his and not yours?
To these concrete five might be added a vaguer sixth, having to do with maintaining a chemical purity in the reaction between product and appraiser. Do not accept for review a book you are predisposed to dislike, or committed by friendship to like. Do not imagine yourself a caretaker of any tradition, an enforcer of any party standards, a warrior in an ideological battle, a corrections officer of any kind. Never, never (John Aldridge, Norman Podhoretz) try to put the author “in his place,” making him a pawn in a contest with other reviewers. Review the book, not the reputation. Submit to whatever spell, weak or strong, is being cast. Better to praise and share than blame and ban. The communion between reviewer and his public is based upon the presumption of certain possible joys in reading, and all our discriminations should curve toward that end.
Sage advice I think, especially for newspaper film reviewers, who seem to make a business out of the “fuzzy precis” (more on that in another post). So let me try my best to do an Updikian review of Jennifer Egan’s A Visit from the Goon Squad. The book revolves around two main figures, Bennie Salazar, “an aging former punk rocker and record executive”(back cover), and Sasha, a talented young kleptomaniac Bennie employs. The description of Bennie as “aging”, though, is a bit misleading, as the novel jumps back and forth through time and setting, with a wide variety of narrative voices, usually limited omniscient, but occasionally in other registers. Many of the chapters only include Bennie and Sasha in a peripheral way, and it is really quite fascinating to build your knowledge of the characters obliquely. It is this kind of structural play, I think, that accounts for the Pulitzer, as Egan is truly adept at using postmodern narrative models without turning her work into a Faulknerian labyrinth (i.e. see my friend Will’s travails with The Sound and the Fury). Continue reading