This book tells the story of a white middle-class male, Yew Shodkin, from childhood to adulthood. It is a riches to rags to riches or coming of age sort of piece, wherein the main character enjoys the freedoms of childhood, but then becomes entrapped and frustrated by feelings of enforced conformity in late childhood and on into adulthood. Yew is stricken by low self-esteem, and consequently makes poor choices as he goes through life, particularly regarding friends and employment; and this eventually sees him succumb to depression, followed by a series of activities, including activism and drug use, designed to reignite the feelings of freedom that he remembers from his youth. A near-fatal overdose causes him to cross paths with a nurse-come-personal saviour, who shows him how to recapture his inner-child in its now-adult form, and to follow an alternate path to [alleged] happiness. It is a simple, not particularly novel plot. However it has the potential to convey important philosophical ideas regarding life, education, and how to retain individuality in actions and spirit in a world that rigorously imposes conformity.
This is a difficult style to master, and unfortunately, I did not feel that the book lived up to its potential. Rather than making his point using engaging narrative and nuance, which would have the ideas arise organically out of the main character, the author rather heavy-handedly imposes moral authority upon the reader. A more effective method may be to allow the reader to discover the main points by way of the character’s discovery of himself.
I did not feel that Yew was convincing as a regular person. These are everyday common themes, and yet the character reports them as though they are unique to him, like he is sharing some fantastical series of situations that could only happen to him. Consequently, the work does not entertain multiple points of view, much less attempt to evaluate them, except in the most superficial way. Making common cause with the audience may have been a more useful approach, as it would have made the character much more convincing. Also, I felt that the addition of more than one developed character may have been useful in this respect, as it would have given more robust dialogue and aided in further development of the main character as well as different perspectives.
The main character is self-centred and self-righteous, and conveys the opinions and values of others somewhat pretentiously. This is fine, as it is the writer’s prerogative to make his main character whatever he likes. However, the narrative construction unfortunately made the main character seem strikingly similar to what one might imagine the author to be. This is particularly evident in the incessant narrative interruptions/asides for lessons in Taoism and incorrectly interpreted pop psychology that litter the book, notably not to its benefit. Thus, because the division between author and main (only) character is not maintained, the book is uncomfortably autobiographical to the reader; and rather than telling a story, the book appears as a catalogue of the author’s values and opinions. There may have been some merit in the author backing away slightly from his convictions, in order to let the narrative flow from the main character more effectively/convincingly. I feel that such an approach would have been more effective, giving rise to a more mature narrative structure that would engage and instruct, and perhaps even enlighten, the reader.
Thus, although full of potential, The Little Voice was too preachy and lacked the maturity of literary style necessary to engage me and convey the message the author desired.