Thank you to Norton for providing me with an ARC of this release.
Jean was an uneven and ultimately unsatisfying read. Firstly, it's too muddled in the execution, hampered further with confusing dialogue and points of view; the novel explores a variety of themes that could have cohered, but were not delved into with enough depth, such as Jean’s blond and blue-eyed father (presumably German, and the image of the prototypical Aryan) contrasted with his mother’s more obvious Jewishness, along with the side notes on Jewish assimilation and the conflicts arising from it (such as Micky taking on a non-Jewish sounding name, and not correcting others if they assume he’s Spanish or Portuguese).
Jean's rebellious and violent impulses may have been expressions of a core knowledge or imposition of not-belonging, arising from factors outside of his control, such as his class and ethnic status; notions of control, power and powerlessness drive him to desperately seek alternative ways of being and experiencing through meditation, drugs, and Buddhist philosophy. If one is apart from the constraints and expectations of the material world, then presumably they will be shielded from suffering--this is Jean's rationale, as he grapples with his confusing feelings and desires. I liked the tension between a wish to belong and surrendering to emptiness/nothingness, to escape the confusion and panic of not-belonging or not-understanding.
The execution of the novel is half-baked, with some brilliant moments such as the juxtaposition of the cow slaughter as Jean is distracted thinking of Tom, as he’s making the cuts and lets the knife slip. The bare insight toward the end that Jean was not so different from his peers after all felt like a step into cohesion, interrupted by the realization of the class and ethnic distinction which makes itself stark with Tom’s betrayal--that "differences" are largely imposed and institutional and embraced by most individuals, if not outwardly flaunted, for the privileges granted to them. Then we return to the origin point, so it feels like a wasted "turn".
I also don’t like the typical narrative of a young gay boy wrestling with his sexuality due to an event of sexual violence, as Jean wrestles with the shame of his first sexual encounter being one of violation, with the novel leading you into assuming Micky is the perpetrator, but then it was actually a random Italian man. The relationship that Jean has with Micky is wrought, with Jean attempting simultaneously to find a positive male role model in the absence of his father, and an object of his romantic and sexual desire--all while struggling to meet standards of what it is to be a "boy" or "man", also influenced by his lack of an older male figure to strive to emulate.
The novel teeters frequently between coming off as exploitative rather than delicate, like how Jean shrinks from expressions of tenderness while juggling violent urges and impulses and feelings, to prove himself a man and not a “f****t”, because of that first encounter he never reconciled or confided to anyone about, aside from Tom, who ended up betraying him. The looming shape of the quasi-male figure along with constant derision of his Jewishness combine to leave the reader wondering if the novel will ground itself in a proper engagement of their tension. It seems like his Jewishness was another sign of "otherness" and included tactlessly, with offhand comments about Jean’s grandparents, one “sent to a camp”...couldn’t this have been put more delicately, with another looming shape being generational trauma in the wake of the Holocaust.
Clearly Jean resents his mom for being so controlling and bohemian, and clearly not English, clearly an "other", and thus contributing further to his ostracization—because even when he has his father’s German features, he is still seen and treated as a “Yid”, and thus perhaps why he longs so desperately for his father--perhaps he would be more readily accepted, he may think. I'd have liked more grounding of this.
There are also too many random details that could have been incorporated earlier, like the plan for Jean to go to art school. It seemed pulled out of nowhere that he even liked or indulged in art at all toward the end as he thinks about his classmates' future plans in particular. The novel seems like a lot of spliced together parts that could have connected well, but the writing meandered too much or lost focus.
I did enjoy the confusion and whirlwind of youth against a cold, strange academic background, but the tossed in pagan element does seem out of sorts with how David, the headmaster, is especially bent toward Christian respectability. Somehow they are all fine with being in dresses and general debauchery? What happened to making them “proper” men? It doesn’t check out with how it's a reform school.
I would’ve liked a progression of the "Aha" moment when Jean realizes how inward he’s been, presumptuous of others, or simply failing to be curious about them, like when he is conscious finally that Hugo’s father is a famous artist, along with the others’ future plans. He reflects on how he just hated and resented his classmates without actual context or reasoning; at the same time, both make sense, from a class and ethnic perspective, like how he’s attending the school on a scholarship--yet this also does not pose much of a problem until it's convenient for conflict in the narrative. Jean doesn’t seem to care much about studying until the very end. And why does Tom care at all, on a side note? He and Jean studying together so fervently doesn't make sense in that respect.
It's a "coming of age" novel, yet there is no sense of maturity or growth by the novel's end. He accepts his outcast status, both self-imposed and societally enforced, and that he’s truly “alone”.
I will say I enjoyed quite a bit of the writing, such as the figurative language during the scenes in wilderness, emphasizing Jean’s inner tension that is released as a “wildness” of his own, that he fears and cannot begin to understand. The writer is good at evoking such visceral scenes and contrasting tenderness with violence.
Ratings confound and confuse me at times, but I'd give this novel a 2.5/5.