It is autumn in Copenhagen and the Tank, a business enterprise of undisclosed purpose, is in the midst of downsizing. Martin Kampman, the self-absorbed and tyrannical CEO who was hired to oversee the firm’s reorganization, is plotting his strategy even as he tries to control every aspect of his family life. His actions and his duplicity estrange him from his wife Karen and his teenage son Adam. Frederick Breathwaite, an alcoholic, impotent and suicidal senior manager who is laid off from his position, is also estranged from his son Jes, who has turned his back on his father’s traditional dreams for him in order to pursue a more proletarian lifestyle in the employ of Jalal, a philosophizing Afghan shopkeeper who has managed to alienate his own son as well. Harald Jaeger, another mid-level manager of the Tank, is an inveterate womanizer who has been accused of molesting his young daughters by his bitter ex-wife as he begins an affair with Birgitte, a co-worker.
So goes the plot of “Falling Sideways,” the second installment of Thomas Kennedy’s Copenhagen Quartet to be published in the United States. If nothing in the preceding summary sounds remotely interesting or engaging, rest assured that it is not. Indeed, following the author’s transcendent “In the Company of Angels,” this novel is something of a disappointment. Although well written—Kennedy really has a wonderful command of language and images—the story is a confusing attempt to blend satire about modern corporate life with a series of archetypal character studies. Unfortunately, nothing here works particularly well; the tale of the Tank feels like it has been told many times before and none of the characters are drawn with sufficient depth and clarity to allow the reader to care about what happens to them. Even Jaeger, who would seem to have the most potential in this regard, is so one-dimensional that is hard to sympathize with his eventual fate.
If there is an unlikely hero in this novel, it would have to be the city of Copenhagen itself. Throughout the book, Kennedy goes to great lengths to describe his adopted town in loving, but direct and unvarnished, terms that offer us a virtual road map. For instance: “See the gardens! The parks! All the statues given us by brewer Jacobsen of Carlsberg and the thirsty love of beer! All out to the west side and Frederiksberg and the canals, too, and over the north and south toward the bridge and Amager…Only too late now you see how beautiful this city is, what a privilege to be here, a human city where a human being might choose a human life.” So, along with every else the book is not, it also is a moving paean to a place that, while uniquely Danish, could also be anyone’s home town. That is what finally redeemed an otherwise pedestrian reading experience for me.