one of the most gratifiying things about reading is the slow emergence of patterns. networks of ideas being tossed around in the literary sphere. for example, i just reviewed a book in which the idea of self-improvement plays a central role for at least one character, and after that, i posted an excerpt from "the great gatsby," one of the definitive explorations of the idea of personal change within an american context. this night, i finished another book which centres around the very same issue: is it possible for us to turn ourselves into someone else, say, the person we'd really like to be? what would be the consequences, and what would happen to the smoldering ruins of one's former life?
jess walters integrates this idea into - of all things - a gripping crime novel. now, i don't usually read anything that contains detectives, suspects or heated investigations, but citicen vince turns out to be a coherent, trimmed-down (in a good way) and even literary novel. the protagonist, vince camden, is a criminal from new york who's been allowed into a federal witness protection program - in a very real sense, he gets the chance to start over (in spokane, washington). this is easier said than done, which is why he quickly falls back into his old lifestyle - selling dope, credit card fraud and gambling. since the novel is set in 1980, the election showdown between reagan and carter then serves as a trigger for vince to reconsider his priorities: because of his cleared criminal record, he's able to vote for the first time in his life, which, in turn, makes him try to reattach himself to his social community, to care about something beyond himself, despite himself. the only problem being that at this time, his past catches up with him in the form of an psychotic killer who appears on the scene and seems to have a vital interest in (a) taking over vince's credit card business and (b) putting a bullet to his head.
as the length of the plot outline above suggests, this is a book propelled by storytelling. and i can only say that i'm very thankful for a novel that has a clear, well-crafted narrative structure after having previously worked my way through chabon's somewhat overwrought epic. on the plus side, it even contains literary passages, a great ear for dialogue, ambivalent characters, and beautiful descriptions both of spokane and new york city! thus, it's perfectly possible for so-called genre novels to succeed on their own terms - i definitely had more fun reading this than certain other, sprawling "great american novels" ever provided me with. (oh, by the way, i should probably mention another prime example of a crime book that is simply outstanding - motherless brooklyn by jonathan lethem)
and what about self-improvement? two quotes by walters and chabon (he is good, it's just that his book is too long!) make clear the exhilerating promises and the inevitable disappoinments inherent to this idea which, i guess, to some extent fuels all of our lives.
here's walters, writing about the process of composing "citizen vince": "in my journal, early on, i wrote that in the novel vince must come to realize two things in rapid succession: 'life is great; you can't have any.'" and here's chabon, a direct quote out of "the amazing adventures of kavalier and clay": "[sammy's] self-improvement campaigns [...] always ran afoul of his perennial inability to locate an actual self to be improved." sounds familiar? at least to me it does.
i'll leave you with an image of spokane i discovered while researching walters' novel. more often than not, it's not a complete overhaul of our lives that actually contributes something to our daily existence. instead, a simple snapshot like this might all the redemption we're getting. which, of course, is far from being a bad thing.