Jonathan Coe gets a lot of attention in the Waterstones branch in Brussels. Maybe it’s got something to do with the fact he wrote a book, Expo 58, set in this beautiful city which was incidentally the book through which I got to know him. Or maybe it's because he stayed in Brussels while writing the second book I read by him, which is the one I’m reviewing here. Whatever the reasons, I’m glad the local Waterstones management decided to put the Coe books with their eye-catching cover-art on central display, because it seems that, for once, the corner of Goodreads in which I find myself would not have pointed me to him. This is surprising to say the least, especially because he seems to be a widely read and reasonably appreciated mainstream author outside of my Goodreads-bubble. Yet the few reviews I’ve read by my precious Goodreads friends on this man’s work have mostly been rather lukewarm.
I think one of the reasons that could pop up, at least in the case of both Expo 58 and The Terrible Privacy of Maxwell Sim (man, I love that title), is that the plot could be perceived as boring. That’s a bad thing to be for anything, even more so for a book. 98% percent of people who don’t like books claim that this is because the written word is boring (the other 2% take offence of statistics being pulled out of one’s ass, something that occurs in 87% of all books and 99% of this review). So is this one of those books that gives the others a bad name?
As you might have surmised from the four stars shining redly above this here text, I would reply in the negative to that last question. This book falls under contemporary fiction. Reading contemporary fiction during a time in which it is indeed considered contemporary can lead to plots being perceived as mundane. Who wants to read about stuff that could theoretically happen to you any given day? Where’s the magic? Where’s the wonder? But consider this: Give it a few years and this will be a unique time-piece looking into our world of today, and in that respect I find that Coe has succesfully managed to capture the atmosphere in which we currently find ourselves. The protagonist, Maxwell Sims, is an everyday kind of bloke who’s got nothing remarkable going on for him. He works in sales, got divorced, has got a daughter he barely talks to, eats the food we eat, uses the technology we use, sees the landscapes we see. Maxwell has got the same dreams of heroism and greatness that most of us have, which are plenty, and he shows the same ambition most of us do, which is to say almost none.
After having committed the biggest contemporary sin imaginable (“
giving up
”) one too many times, he finds himself alone and depressed. This book tells us of how he got into this state and of how he’s going to try to get out of it. There will be no magic to help him, nor any big armies to stand by his side. All he’s got at his disposal are his memories, his knack for observation and a voice-navigated hybrid car. Could love set him free? Probably, but rest assured that this isn’t just another romantic novel.
What I mainly liked about this book was not necessarily the plot, or not even its highly likable protagonist, but the author’s voice and sense of timing. Even though it gets heart wrenching at times, I will mainly remember this book for its humor. I literally laughed out loud several times when reading about Maxwell’s miserable state and not once did I feel bad about it. Aside from that the author experiments by working with excerpts of diaries, essays and short-stories that Maxwell reads during this tale. This, used sparsely enough, provided a welcome change in rhythm and tone which I imagine should work for anyone who appreciates a sorbet in the middle of a five-course meal.
What I did feel bad about is the way this highly likable protagonist was treated in the end. I’m referring to two things here. I’m not talking about a happy or unhappy ending, I won’t spoil that for you, but a certain revelation at the very end felt out-of-place, contrived and unnecessary. In that regard I found the timeline and background of Maxwell’s father far more convincing. But given that it was so unnecessary, it did not ruin the entire book for me because it's easy to consider the story while pretending it wasn't revealed. The second thing that annoyed me was the meta-experiment that the author employed at the very end, which was an ending after the ending. Normally I’m all for meta, and I think I can see what jolly ol' Coe was trying to do, but it didn’t work for me because I felt myself siding with Max instead of Jonathan. Jonathan came off as a bit of a jerk, really.
And for that reason I’m punishing Jonathan. He’s not getting his fifth star, and he’ll also have to wait before making it to my favorite author’s list. I’m a sucker for his voice though, so I think he’ll get there yet.