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Wrestling With God (James Wood)
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November 1, 1998
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Featured Author: William H. Gass
First Chapter: 'Cartesian Sonata'
By JAMES WOOD
But because Gass feels that he, and we, must not be allowed to
''believe'' in characters, he fiddles with their unreality. Posing as God,
Gass tells us that he originally made Ella Hess rather differently: ''I'd
given her a long nose, I remember -- no good reason why. Now her
nose is middling.'' Likewise, Emma Bishop thinks to herself, most
unconvincingly, that she is really a fictional character, not an actual
human, rather like Emma Woodhouse and Emma Bovary: ''Like those Joyce Ravid/ Knopf
Emmas before me, I read of love in the light of a half-life.'' Yet a William H.
writer's deconstructions of reality need to be as convincing as his Gass
constructions, and Gass's apologies for his own realism seem a little
halfhearted. Beckett often informs us of the arbitrariness of his people,
placements and furniture, but his scrupulousness is in the service of a larger, and
tormented, metaphysical uncertainty. Gass's reminders may be skeptical, but they
are in the service of a philosophical complacency.
Gass's more systematic approach to the awkward reality of his own characters is to
write over them, to soap them so nicely in words that they are washed away. He has
a formidable lyrical power -- dainty, rich, elastic -- and he uses it to create streams
of consciousness that move between thirdperson narration and interior soliloquy. All
the novellas but the last one allow their characters to speak directly to the reader, by
way of broken monologues. This technique, developed by Jane Austen and refined
by James Joyce and Virginia Woolf, exists for the revelation of character; it is the
soul's stutter. (''Ulysses,'' so often recently derided as an impossibly radical text, is
actually the very summation of the traditional novelistic devotion to human beings.)
Novelists who use stream of consciousness must calibrate their language so that it
seems the plausible emanation of the character's consciousness.
Gass, typically torn, uses this mode, yet powerfully scrawls his signature all over it.
Thus Emma Bishop likens herself to Emma Bovary simply because Gass thinks she
should. This same woman, supposedly an unfulfilled spinster, speaks a writer's
toughened vernacular: ''I learned to read on the sly. I failed my grades, though in this
dinky town you were advanced so your puberty would not contaminate the kiddies. .
. . I read on the sly the way some kids smoked or stroked one another through their
clothes.'' Absurdly, Ella Hess's doltish husband thinks to himself that his wife ''hasn't
enough blood in the narrow channels of her flesh to pink a tear, while mine is like
sand in a sand clock, almost wholly in my head -- thick, moist, flushed, hot.'' Too
often, Gass's stream of consciousness seems only a vessel for his own wordy
authority.
In fact, to write over one's characters, to give them thoughts and verbal powers only
a writer could have, is to turn those people into writers. So Ella Hess's clairvoyance
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character who apprehends the world with sensuous attention, as a Gass-like writer
would. Walter Riff, the traveling salesman, falls in love with the objects in the
bedroom of his chosen inn, and this allows Gass to use him as a writer, as a seeing
eye: ''His appetite,'' Gass writes, ''was in his eyes.'' But Walter Riff rather disappears
as a result. And Emma Bishop is every writer's dream, someone literate enough to
read modern poetry. Only in the book's last novella does Gass create a life with a
moving otherness. In ''The Master of Secret Revenges,'' he tells the story of Luther
Penner, a brilliant but unstable child who, for no reason, decides that the principle
by which he will live is revenge. Some mysterious fire burns in Luther's heart, and
so in the heart of this beautiful story. Luther is a character who flies out of Gass's
over-anxious grasp.
James Wood is a senior editor at The New Republic. His book of essays, ''The
Broken Estate,'' will be published next year.