Showing posts with label Anne Tyler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anne Tyler. Show all posts

Saturday, 16 June 2018

Earthly Possessions by Anne Tyler

I particularly liked this novel when I first read it, and it has stayed with me for thirty years, and I have just re-read it - it is sparser than I remembered it. It seems to me to have some messages. 

First, there's the folly of having fixed ideas about people. The mother in the book has such fixed ideas about her own child that she thinks that she's taken the wrong baby home from the hospital. I am not sure whether we are to believe that the main character, Charlotte, is the wrong child. She is tall, thin and dark haired, and her mother is blond and very, very fat. Her mother tells her that her own baby just slipped out, whereas Charlotte had a forceps mark on her face. Yet Charlotte knows that her parents love her. All her childhood she believes that she is the wrong child in the unhappy house, living the wrong life. She wants to get away; to escape.

Charlotte wants to be able to be sure that her own child is her own.


Our daughter was born June2 1961, and the Clarion County Hospital, where I refused all anaesthesia including aspirin so I could be absolutely sure nobody mixed her up with any other baby. We named her Catherine. She had fair skin and light brown hair, but her face was Saul's.

From the first, it was clear she was bright. She did everything early: sitting, crawling, walking. She put short words together before she was one, and not much later began to tell herself long secret stories at Bedtime. When she was two, she invented a playmate named Selinda. I knew that was normal, and didn't worry about it. I apologized when I stepped on Selinda's toes, and set a place for her at every meal. But after a while, Catherine moved to Selinda's place and left her own place empty. She said she had a friend called Catherine none of us could see. Eventually she stopped talking about Catherine. We seemed to be left with Selinda. We have had Selinda with us ever since. Now that I think of it, I might as well have taken that anaesthesia after all. 
Now, you might think that is just how it is, but actually it is one of the themes of the book - people from the very start are invested with a feeling about their own character, and they make themselves up, often in ways that startle or disappoint their parents.

But while I am thinking about it, parents also make themselves up, invent themselves in ways that startle and disappoint their children! One crucial character is Charlotte's mother-in-law, Alberta. As a child, Charlotte loves the way that Alberta invests her life with drama. Eventually, Alberta runs away with her own father-in-law, and the family next door - four wayward boys - breaks up. When one of the boys, Saul, comes back, he rents a room with Charlotte and her mama. And falls in love with, and marries Charlotte. They live in Charlotte's huge childhood home, with Alberta's furniture as well as their own. Saul forbids Charlotte to get rid of his mother's furniture. One after another, his brothers come back, and live with them, they have Selinda, and then they have a baby orphan to stay. Charlotte does not expect to hang onto Jiggs (the child) but she loves him unreservedly.

These are the Earthly Possessions of the title. Things we hang onto, ideas we hang onto. Our children are not our possessions. They are ours to love as long as they want to stay. The theme of adoption - either formal or informal - usually informal - is one of Anne Tyler's strongest - her struggle to understand it.

Charlotte retains the idea that she might run away for far too long. But she doesn't try to hang onto other things - she lets Catherine become Selinda. She lets Saul become a preacher, although she doesn't believe in religion. She lets other people come and stay in their home. They see her smiling, as though amused. She's holding on lightly to this life that she believes isn't really hers.

Charlotte has these special circumstances - the chances are good that she was the wrong child - but her attitude is rather like a model for us all. She accepts - perhaps welcomes - the people who come and go, she doesn't try to hang onto them. Her childhood had been lonely and unhappy, but her adulthood is not. Other reviewers think she is unhappy with Saul, because she doesn't understand him, but I think she isn't. I think she doesn't mind the distance between them. 

The story of Charlotte's life alternates with scenes in which she is riding along in a stolen car with a bank robber - she's the hostage. But of course, it's not that simple. The bank robber isn't all that clever, and is very unsuccessful at his criminal career, and the traveling Charlotte does, in the end, is at gun point through areas that are depressed and out of the way. Like all the other people in her life but one, he seems to end up needing her. 

John Updike reviewed the novel in The New Yorker: "Anne Tyler, in her seventh novel, 'Earthly Possessions', continues to demonstrate a remarkable talent and, for a writer of her acuity, an unusual temperament....Small towns and pinched minds hold room enough for her; she is at peace in the semi-countrified, semi-plasticized northern-Southern America where she and her characters live. Out of this peace flow her unmistakable strengths—serene firm tone; her smoothly spun plots; her apparently inexhaustible access to the personalities of her imagining; her infectious delight in “the smell of beautiful, everyday life”; her lack of any trace of intellectual or political condescension—and her one possible weakness: a tendency to leave the reader just where she found him....Charlotte Emory...belongs to what is becoming a familiar class of Anne Tyler heroines: women admirably active in the details of living yet alarmingly passive in the large curve of their lives—riders on male-generated events, who nevertheless give those events a certain blessing, a certain feasibility."[3]

Yes, Charlotte is passive, but she makes a reasonable contribution to the town of Clarion. One of the things she does is continue her father's business of portrait photography. 

She takes pictures of people without seeming to care how they sit or how they look and she captures some quality of drama or self-realisation in the moment of improvising something, that her father couldn't, because his ideas of photography and how people wanted to be represented, were very fixed. Charlotte says she sees them upside-down in the old camera lens - she sees them wrongly, and she knows it, and she doesn't care too much. One feels, without being told, that some of her pictures are masterpieces, artistic in a non-artistic way, a complete collaboration between sitter and photographer.

Passivity is not her trait only - the kidnapper also quotes his old friend:
"Like I told Oliver: I don't plan it like this. Events get out of my control. But Oliver, oh, he could be such a smart-ass. "Your whole life is out of your control", that's what Oliver said. "Your whole life." Smart-ass."
Now, how many people can say they have their whole life under their control? That they are never going to wake up and find they have been laid-off, or that their spouse has got Parkinson's, that their child has had an accident in a car, or that their best friend is suffering from a crippling depression? Well, I don't think anyone can say that.  Some of your life is under your control - that's all that you can say. 

Then there's that fact that in our actions and our choices, we respond to the events and the personalities of our childhood. Is that having control of your life? You don't even know you're doing it until some psychologist points it out to you.

(Anne Tyler makes you think.)

But in the book, Jake, the robber, is very little in control of his life, so you could say he is just as passive as the female protagonist, Charlotte. She is tied to her father and her mother by bonds of love, then tied to her husband and children by the same.  This is what holds societies together, but out of his far-seeing masculinity John Updike judges her harshly for this. Saul doesn't, though. He knows Charlotte. When interviewed he says, "My wife is a good woman." What confuses him is that she is not a Christian. She hasn't handed her life over to Christ. Her love is acted in the here and now, for her fat fat helpless mother, (acting mother) her picky father so set in his ways, and all the other people who fall into her life and need some nourishment. Even Saul himself. His need of her is (in part) what she responds to. (She also fancies him crazily.) He needs her because his mother ran away. Amos gets his revenge by being the one who always leaves. Saul re-runs his childhood life as an adult with Charlotte and with her help, tries to make it work out better this time. 

So I have read a load of responses to this novel on Amazon, for example, saying: "I didn't like the people. They were old-fashioned." 2 stars. "This isn't one of her best". And I think - actually, this is the most boiled down of her books, it tells all her themes quite brilliantly. 

But I found Jake and Mindy quite dull. Poor old Charlotte having to go on a trip with such a hopeless pair!! But the people who travel don't have all the stories, nor the best stories, maybe.

And remember, "We are travelling, travelling, all our lives. We couldn't stop if we tried."


Thursday, 28 January 2016

A Spool of Blue Thread by Anne Tyler


This is about the Whitshank family, which is not an old or professional family - but has an ambitious streak which sees them living in a very good quality house in a good area.

We have their view of themselves as a family, and we are also given some history which they don't know themselves. At the beginning, we are given Abby's point of view as she thinks about her most difficult son, Denny. Abby is in her seventies and her four children are grown up with families of their own - although she and her husband, Red, don't know much about what Denny is up to, and this lack of knowledge worries them a lot. The rest of their children live not far away from their childhood home in Baltimore.

When Abby starts to get slips in her memory the siblings decide that something must be done, and so one son, nicknamed Stem, the youngest, moves into his parents' house with his wife and children. So the house is full again, and shortly afterwards, Denny moves in too. Denny is a person who is permanently outside, looking in and feeling resentful, because he can't feel comfortable "at home". It's just a quality he's born with. (One of his "friends" calls him," Oy, Shitwank!" so Anne Tyler got there first with that joke.)

The thing about the book is that you get so quickly drawn in to this family and their conversations and you feel close to them.

Abby is the person who holds her family together. She has amazing skill at peace-making and smoothing over, and her love for her husband is very strong. Anne Tyler is always examining the woman's role - not just in the family, but also in the neighbourhood or community, and also in shaping American life, in making the tone of it kind, inclusive and pleasant, which capitalism in the raw is not.  In this book, Abby is a retired social worker, which is a perfect vocation for a Tyler woman - she used to spread her energetic kindness through the neighbourhood in a formalised way while many of the Tyler "moms" do this unofficially.

The daughters in the novel are career women - and one has a hands-on role in the family constructions business - so feminism has not passed Anne Tyler by - but we never see the world through Jeannie's eyes as we do through Abby's.

Anne Tyler's mother was a social worker! and her father was a Chemistry professor.

It looks as though the Duchess of Cornwall is a fan.

Her stories help readers to feel less alone, because she depicts her characters in all kinds of difficult circumstances; sudden bereavements and accidents, for example, feeling a sense of displacement, or walking away from the family in order to see if anything better can be found. Sometimes she seems not to know where to end a novel, but other Tyler readers disagree with me and find her endings perfect.


One fan is Craig Brown: this is from his review in the Mail on Sunday:

How does she do it? How does she construct such a complex narrative out of such simple sentences? 
How does she manage to give her readers the impression they have actually been living in a given household, overhearing her characters talk? 
How does she capture so accurately the peculiar ebbs and flows of married life, of family life, of life itself?
Her writing style seems close to styleless. She writes ‘he said’ and ‘she said’. She eschews fancy words like ‘eschew’. She doesn’t go in for adverbs or ornament.
Her books are full of families talking about humdrum things like doing the washing-up, or going shopping or what’s for lunch, yet they are somehow more gripping than the paciest transcontinental thriller.

*****

Tyler has always been interested in misfits, and the effect they have on the rest of their family. Here the misfit is their third child, Denny, who should, by rights, be the most fortunate. 
‘Teachers phoned Abby repeatedly. “Could you come in for a talk about Denny as soon as possible, please.”’ As an adult, Denny disappears for months on end, and harbours obscure resentments. 
‘It seemed jobs kept disappointing him, as did business partners and girlfriends and entire geographical regions.’

******

There are many other themes in this novel – themes of old age and decrepitude, sibling rivalry, the consequences of a sudden death, the tales that define families and echo down generations, the basic human tension between security and anxiety, moving on and staying put. 
Yet these themes are never underlined, emerging naturally from the interaction of the characters.
And Tyler is the most natural of novelists. Gore Vidal once claimed that he could read any modern novel and tell you which films the novelist had watched in his youth. But I’m quite sure he would have drawn a blank with Tyler. 
I know of no other novelist who draws so directly from real life, and whose work remains so uncontaminated by the shortcuts and clichés of television and Hollywood.
A Spool Of Blue Thread may be her best yet, though, to be honest, this is what I always tend to say after reading the latest Anne Tyler. 
I’ve now read it twice, and I may well read it again. But still the question remains: how does she do it?
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Friday, 24 May 2013

A great pleasure - Cultural Exchange

Is the feature on Front Row called Cultural Exchange where famous personalities talk about a work of art which has inspired them. I always love to hear Mary Beard enthusing about the ancient goings on which she is so comfortable with, and I love to hear Will Self's voice - he could make anything sound fascinating, and I love Diana Athill and Germaine Greer - all the right people have been able to contribute - even the wonderful Anne Tyler!!! and today I was at home and able to hear a part of a reading of Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant by Anne Tyler which made me think - I am going to read that one again.

All Anne Tyler's books have got a point to them, it may be about the family dynamic being worked out over time, or it may be about the contribution that women who don't work (or work part time and informally) make to society, it may be about  the way you really can't escape your own personality wherever you go, even if you try to make your like work out differently (Ladder of Years), it maybe the fact that a marriage might not work, and end, but still continue in some shadowy way (The Amateur Marriage) but there is always something to take away from her novels, and maybe something funny, true and ridiculous to make you laugh along the way. On Cultural Exchange she contributed an old photograph. You can see it on the Radio 4 website and you can see how a person with some imagination (Anne has loads) would get a lot out of it.



Anne Tyler rarely gives interviews - I expect she thinks they are a waste of time - but she did a good one in the Guardian a year ago, and you can see from the comments how people love her writing but not in an uncritical way - we are disappointed with her occasional bland and twee novels. She is usually not afraid to confront the evil that men do - think of the beginning of the Accidental Tourist, the image of the innocent young boy being shot and killed in a MacDonald's. Oh, and she is popular with men, and Nick Hornby is a fan.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2012/apr/13/anne-tyler-interview

Saturday, 27 April 2013

You make me feel so Jung

When I was at University I had a lot of time to read and I was studying History and Politics, which gave me a chance to read both Freud and Marx. Those beardy exiles were still the big boys back then. I read a lot of Freud because he is so readable and I liked Totem and Taboo (which is about the fact that incest is generally taboo in all cultures) and I liked Moses and Monotheism. However, I thought his clinical diagnoses were far-fetched. Generally, if someone says their father has molested them, it is because he has done so, not because he or she has an Electra complex and unconsciously desires this to happen. I think penis envy is plain funny. I also think that everyday repression does not lead to neurosis. Everyday repression is called civilisation.

(Probably I am not sure what repression is: I see that there is also something called suppression.) Freud's models of the mind were based on pure fancy, and there was no reason at all for anyone to believe in any of it - and yet people did! they totally bought it and I think it was because he was telling Americans what they wanted to hear - sex is good for you! Bin your inner puritan! Without a lot of sex you will be neurotic! and you can blame your parents for everything you don't like about yourself. Well, conveying that message certainly made a lot of psychiatrists wealthy.

But when we were in Vienna last summer I so wanted to see Freud's apartment and it was an absolute joy to be there, like a dream come true. I even used his toilet, though I am not sure it was his personal toilet. Maybe it was the maid's toilet.


That is my picture of Dr Freud's waiting room. 
Anyway, at one time he was venerated and now he has been knocked off his pedestal. 

I knew nothing about Carl Jung except that they were contemporaries and they were close at one time, and then fell out. Trendy people seemed to think well of Jung and that made me suspicious of him, as though he were a hippy guru, a bit alternative. But Anthony Storr has published several essays concerning Jung in his book Churchill's Black Dog and Other Phenomena of the Human Mind, all very readable and Jung's contribution so clearly relevant to our understanding of adults today. I have quoted from this book extensively below. In 1931 Jung wrote: 
the clinical material at my disposal is of a peculiar composition: new cases are decidedly in the minority. Most of them already have some form of psycho-therapeutic treatment behind them, with partial or negative results. About a third of my cases are not suffering from any clinically definable neurosis, but from the senselessness and aimlessness of their lives. I should not object if this were called the general neurosis of our age. Fully two thirds of my patients are in the second half of life.
Jung did not share Freud's assumption that the events of early childhood were the prime cause of neurosis, and did not therefore believe that getting the patient to recall his first years was essential. This is significant because by the middle years of one's life all that early years stuff seems very distant and irrelevant.

Jung was interested in adult development. At that time people thought you did not change much as an adult, you entered a trade or a profession, you married and raised a family and you became set in your ways. But Jung had his own mid-life crisis after he broke with Freud, and found that many other people did too.
The nearer we approach to the middle of life, and the better we have succeeded in entrenching ourselves in our personal attitudes and social positions, the more it appears as if we had discovered the right course and the right ideals and principles of behaviour. For this reason we suppose them to be eternally valid, and make a virtue of unchangeably clinging to them. We overlook the essential fact that the social goal is attained only at the cost of a diminution of personality. Many - far too many - aspects of life which should have been experienced lie in the lumber-room among dusty memories; but sometimes, too, they are glowing coals under grey ashes.
Jung comments upon statistics which show an increased incidence of depression around the age of forty in men, rather earlier in women. He believed these changes indicate an important change taking place in the psyche. Jung considered that the first half of life was primarily concerned with the young person establishing himself or herself as a separate entity, with breaking the emotional ties with parents and home, with achieving a position in the world, and with beginning a new family.

Jung wrote, "the years when I was pursuing my inner images were the most important in my life - in them everything essential was decided." ... "His self-analysis convinced him that the most important thing in life was to discern and make manifest one's own, individual point of view."... "By listening to the inner voice, which manifested itself in dreams, fantasies, and other spontaneous derivatives of the unconscious, the lost soul could discover its true path."

Jung felt that personality could be distorted by one-sided development. Too extroverted, you lose sight of your inner world. Too introverted, you fail to cope with reality.

Jung defined personality as an achievement rather than as a datum of genetics. He called it "the supreme realisation of the innate idiosyncrasy of a living being".

"The optimum development tends toward a goal called "wholeness" or "integration"; a condition in which the differentiation elements of the psyche, both conscious and unconscious, are welded together indissolubly; a condition which might be described as the opposite of the fragmentation and splitting found in schizophrenia. The person who approaches this goal, which can never be entirely or once and for all achieved, possesses what Jung called "an attitude that is beyond the reach of emotional entanglements and violent shocks - a consciousness detached from the world."

This search for wholeness is essentially a religious quest, though not one that is concerned with any recognised creed. Jung:
If you sum up what people tell you about their experiences, you can formulate it this way: they came to themselves, they could accept themselves, they were able to be reconciled to themselves and thus were reconciled to adverse circumstances and events. this is almost like what used to be expressed by saying: he has made his peace with God, he has sacrificed his own will, he has submitted himself to the will of God.
 "A critic might allege that the whole of Jung's later work represents his attempt to find a substitute for the faith which he lost when he was a child. He might go on to say that Jung substituted the analysis of dreams and fantasies for prayer..."Jung encouraged his patients to deliberately set aside part of the day for reverie; for what, in Jungian technique, became known as "active imagination." -" a state in which judgment is suspended but consciousness is preserved....In this way, the patient might be able to rediscover hidden parts of himself as well as portray the psychological journey upon which he was embarking."

"Jung's concentration upon changing dynamics within the individual psyche is interesting partly because it is so unfashionable" - Storr wrote in 1989. At that time the psychoanalytical big names were interested in interpersonal relationships ("object-relations").

Later Jung went transcendental - "Jung claimed that there were "sufficient reasons" for believing that that "the psychic lies embedded in something that appears to be of a non-psychic nature." Pauli postulated "a cosmic order independent of our choice and distinct from the world of phenomena." Jung wrote: "the background of microphysics and depth-psychology is as much physical as psychic and therefore neither, but rather a third thing, a neutral nature which at most can be grasped in hints since in essence it is transcendental."

I must say this last sentence makes me think of the mystery of quantum physics.

In summary, Jung looked at things generally as they were (rather than superimposing a fantasy map of the mind), and he looked at how people changed and adapted their lives to keep themselves sane, and because they needed challenge but could only cope with so much, how the unconscious told them when they were disengaged or frustrated and stultified and also sent them messages about the right way to proceed. I believe that there is a good deal of sense in all this and I feel that a lot of what he wrote about adult development is current in everyone's ideas, and in plenty of self-help books. We adapt all our lives and there is no easy time when something isn't happening that needs adapting to. As Anne Tyler once wrote, "we're travelling all our lives; we couldn't stop if we wanted to." Maybe we're all hippies now, looking for self-fulfillment. Hoorah for Jung.
Can't resist it - here's Frank at his peak, with Count Basie's band telling it like it is:
You make me feel so young