Another great feature of our book group is the sponsor's intro which often gives some clarity as to the author's demons, motivations, and themes. J.B. honed in on this biographical fact--Petterson's mother read his first novel and said it was childish. A week later she was dead along with his father, brother, and nephew in a ferry accident. Could that harsh statement have haunted Petterson into writing this novel?
Petterson interview.
Members had lots to discuss about this novel about a 37 year old not quite adult, well childish, man--Arvid--and his dying mother, his dying marriage, and his dying dream for a communistic worker's paradise. (Not as dark as it sounds--the November mood was lightened a bit with bitter sweet poignancy and even some comic situations--well comic to some.) The flow of talk didn't stop or veer off from figuring out just what this book meant to us.
Still longing to be his mother's favorite son, Arvid, seems to overlook or minimize the evidence that he might be. There was quite a lot of evidence as one member pointed out and she triggered a whole list...He was the only son who was planned, who shared the love of reading with his mother,who as a child would rise early to share early mornings with her, who could come into her presence and she would know it was him without even looking.
I guess despite the fact that his mother loved him--it wasn't enough, because she didn't idolize him; she knew him too well. She knew he wasn't the one who triggered the divorce; she knew he was naive enough to think staying in the working class would be a heroic act; she didn't think about him every day as she did about her son who died. (Why would she? asked a member...She knew he was alive and okay.)
Arvid at 37 did not have the life he dreamed of having. Yet some felt that he would be redeemed just because he could be so brutally honest about who he was. And that his depths of despair will lead him into a more evolved, Arvid--the Arvid who is the narrator.
Themes & Misc.
The river of time--Because even though a mighty river like the Rio Grande could dry up and be crossed--(read the novel to if this metaphor doesn't quite make sense)--we can't go back to undo, redo, relive, reconnect. We are flowing along with time in one direction only and missed opportunities are missed forever.
Families--especially Scandinavian ones in winter? can't talk about painful secrets, hidden shames, regrets, and or even, strong feelings of love. They speak through actions--a shared Napoleon pastry, the sharing of a brandy.
Hemingway and Faulkner influence in writing style.
Others were mentioned, but alas, I regret almost to the point of cursing, that I did not take notes this time. So if you like, send them in comments. I will post.
YEAH: The other B (BB) reports...
We did talk briefly of the transcendence Arvid yearns for, seeks and at times attains. He envies what he sees in a group of young Christians, but, because he doesn’t believe in God, he doesn’t join them. He becomes intrigued with the teachings of Mao and quits college to immerse himself in the working class. In one scene, he feels himself part of a we (the italics are the author's), only one humble man but a part of all humanity. His mother called him an idiot and his wife a child, but perhaps it takes a simpleton or child to attain mystical heights. And maybe that compensates for the loss of material success.
And if we see Arvid as a stand-in for the author—as members of our group proposed—then perhaps there’s the suggestion that artistic success compensates for failure in other aspects of life.
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