I feel a slight tang of guilt as I sit down to write this review, as I definitely wasn’t in the right mindset to fully appreciate Pyg: The Memoirs of Toby, the Learned Pig. This is a case of misplaced expectations, and so you`re welcome to take the little I have to say about Russell Potter`s latest with a grain of salt.
'Had it not been for the fortuitous circumstances of Sam's youthful sentiment, there can be little doubt that, instead of this my Book before you on your Table, you would have a rasher of Bacon and a Rack of Ribs—and that these would be my only mortal remains.' So begins the memoirs of Toby. However, these are no ordinary memoirs; these are the memoirs of a pig; the most gifted, charming, distinguished (and luckiest) pig in recorded history.
After escaping the butcher's knife with the help of his steadfast companion Sam, Toby soon finds himself under the order of the volatile impresario Silas Bisset and his travelling menagerie of performing monkeys, horses, turkeys, and canaries. Before too long, he is packing out theatres and concert halls, impressing the crowds with his ability to count, spell and even read the minds of ladies. But celebrity comes at a cost.
Despite the evident seriousness of the synopsis, I had assumed that a book called Pyg: The Memoirs of Toby, the Learned Pig would have a sense of humor (if not about itself, then about 18th century England ... I mean, look at the cover ... it's a pig wearing a sweater). This, as it turned out, was totally off-base. There`s very little humor involved, and when there is, it`s often of the crusty, Jane Austen style of which I`m not a fan. Because I expected something a little more playful, Pyg was a bit too stuffy for me. The story itself is only 232 pages (and small pages at that), and yet I was more than eager to just finish the damn thing to get it over and done with. That`s about all I have to say about the experience.
But since you`re wanting at least a half-hearted review, I`ll mention a few more things. Potter anchors the text, stylistically, in the 18th century. It`s written in eloquent, classical prose, and even the typeface sets the tone. The book begins with a disclaimer written by a doctor who asserts, without doubt, that this book was written by a legit pig. So there are a lot of neat little details that help form a cohesive 18th-century product.
The big issue, though, is that this is a (fictional) memoir, rather than a novel. Since Toby’s sapience is never addressed, the mystery of it would have worked so much better had the novel been narrated by, say, Toby’s friend Sam. There would have been a power to the story had we not been inside Toby’s head. However, the memoir style was executed extremely well (for what it was trying to do). I just thought it was the wrong choice. (I do think, though, that Potter was trying to separate this story from other animal-sapience stories, like, say, Ishmael; which wasn’t a terrible decision.)
I was also a bit perplexed by the fact that the book doesn't make any insightful arguments about the nature of carnivorous/destructive/power-hungry humans. If Toby is the first pig to ever have human-level thought, then we should be privy to a host of interesting commentaries and realizations about the life of a pig (and, by proxy, the juxtaposition of humans and pigs). It occasionally attempts to show the foibles of man, but these are mostly shallow and/or unconvincing (i.e. the repeated notion that animals are more civilized than humans … I see where Potter is coming from, but it’s a bit of a reach to claim superiority as a result of innocence).
Some readers seemed to really enjoy how Toby meets and interacts with famous real world luminaries in the second half of the tale, but they were a bit of a letdown. They don’t have much of an effect on the story, and the result is almost a long-winded name drop session. The concept was a bit of a wasted opportunity.
But, despite its flaws, I can’t say that I disliked Pyg. It definitely wasn’t what I expected, but if you’re in the market for a quirky 18th-century romp about a sapient pig, then this is the book for you.