Pity follows three generations of men in an old mining town, outlining their identities and mapping their pasts. Academic additions are made to the book, and become integral to the narrative. They are neither presented as omniscient and worldly nor as supercilious and unnecessary. The novel shows interaction and dialogue between past and present, academia and blue collar life, father and son, partners. It is experimental and it works.
There seems to be a small literary movement that mixes scientific language, memories, art and poetry with classical narrative, often focusing on gay experiences. And I seem to like these books. Pity is different in many ways from Justin Torres's Blackouts, but the mixture of distinctly different perspectives and tones connects both in my mind. In Pity, there is a group of social scientists who visit a town where a mining disaster happened decades earlier and try to find a new language to talk about these things. They ask what it means for a town to be known only for its disasters. But their field notes are only one strand of the narrative.
There is also Brian, whose father died in the disaster and who takes part in a number of interviews. A father and a miner himself, he goes to the 'interactive sessions' that the academics hold to interact with the locals. He remembers the town of his past, remembers language and meaning, and serves as a resistance to the outsiders' interpretations, while also learning from them.
A third voice is that of Brian's brother, Alex, who struggles with his own identity as he comes to accept his son Simon's way of life - a gay man with an only-fans account and a regular drag queen gig that he wants to make more political.
As well as his plans for a Maggie Thatcher parody, Simon is also struggling with his relationship with his boyfriend Ryan, who participates in the only-fans aspect of his life but seems unsure of his drag persona.
Ryan - the fifth voice in the novel - works in a shopping centre and dreams of a career as a policeman. His chapters are in the sections entitled Surveillance: CCTV, because he spends most of his time in the office looking at security cameras.
And throughout, in a different font, are memories from across time, of the older Brian, the father who died in the mine accident, and also the voice of a seventh person watching these other people in the club ("gossip").
All of this can be confusing - different fonts and styles overlapping, the narrative mostly speaking for itself rather than explaining its own form or logic - but it is also fascinating. I kept wondering if it was all working, without being able to put it down. The prose is precise, sometimes poetic, always to the point. Some of the descriptions - especially of the only-fans aspect of Simon's life - are perhaps too explicit, but I found that it worked for me as part of the watching, the observing that the novel incorporates into its narrative.