The moment I completed reading ‘The Death and Life of Zebulon Finch: Volume Two - Empire Decayed,’ I wanted to applaude —what a masterful piece of writing! Instead, the sensitive I am fought back tears and released a breath as if I had been holding it. Had I been? For how long? The 642 pages of the first volume? The 771 pages of this second volume? Or truly the entire collective of 1,413 whopper of a whopping pages??
I have no certain answer, I just know the exhaled breath that I didn’t realize required exhalation was due to the sensation of having completed two half marathons extremely consecutively, both literal in how I read the volumes and figurative in the sensation itself.
Where to truly begin?…there’s so much to unpack.
How about here?: Like its predecessor Volume One, Volume Two is a walk through history—albeit, light on details and possibly, sometimes accuracy, due to viewing it all via Zebulon’s mostly self-absorbed lens. Indeed, a sweeping and crazed exploration of and across large American events.
Loaded with quotes this nerdy, note-taking, quip-loving reader scrawled down several of, it may help the focus of this biased (I adore Zebulon, even though I shouldn’t) book review to zero in on ones that tied to the large themes of both volumes.
Humanity seems to trump. It is the umbrella from which all the other themes dangle. If you were to “meet” Zebulon Finch, to “listen” to him narrate this double-tome of pages, talking about himself, but then in turn, speaking about every one of us in a large, overall sense, you would quickly see the irony of a personality such as his tackling humanity. But he does, and in doing so, acquires some of his own.
“…to be humane one must partake in humanity.” pg. 671. That alone, no, is not enough to prop up to the light how and where and why Zebulon Finch, in the beginning a youth full of violence, hate, and racism. But the above partial quote comes directly from his own thoughts. So, it is also a short example of his version of a softenening of the heart, of sorts, that he experiences.
Certainly, for the numerous and innumerable characters that are artfully woven in and out of his existence, he comes to care deeply, in his own way, for a handful of them.
At one point (pg. 173, for an exact spot), he even breaks humanity down in a way, that if you also were to read this novel, relates directly to who he is: “By becoming less than human—by becoming animal—might one indeed become *more* than human?”
Zebulon eventually gains so much insight regarding humanity, that he turns the proverbial mirror on himself in a head-on manner: “For me to glance backward would have been to see how my shoes had rubbed off the golden veneer, not to mention the countless witches upon whom I’d dropped countless houses. I have been the wickedest witch of all…” pg. 734.
And further on page 738: “I saw your tolerant smile when I was insulting, heard your hitched breath when I requested witness, felt your arms around me when I needed to be upheld…What you do with your time alive defines you, but hear me, I beg you, when I say that you are *not done being defined.* Go out; break things. Go further; repair them…live as hard as I…”.
He also touches upon freedom, or rather, what he feels it is actually: “Don’t let pain come from sources that would barbarize your soul—senseless war, domestic abuse, and on, and on. To choose the source of your pain is the only true freedom you have.” pg. 536.
Both volumes end up becoming a discussion about another theme, the decline of society, and naturally via a chronical approach, how the eventual prevalence of technology has largely contributed.
Besides theme, two other things I want to note are these: Klaus’ humility about his writing when he breaks the fourth wall several times toward the close of this second volume, very noticeably via the then-current plot, which involves the reading of a section of the Bible, when his own character, our infamously, irrationally beloved Zebbie states that the writing (tongue-in-cheek: this extensive treat that Klaus has given birth) is “Floundering, maladroit, inerudite…thronged with directionless characters…recklessly overambitious in scope..” (pg. 689)…Again, I’ve become quite biased and find it anything but. To me, it’s an amazing piece of writing, astounding in its uniqueness, awesome in its dark-sided adventures, entertaining in its cavort through time. I won’t soon forget it, and simultaneously wish something else like it would come along, while also hoping nothing ever does.
Final thought, I promise, the second of the “other two things”: From the first page of volume one to the last page of volume two, this could not possibly be intended, at least by Kraus himself, to be meant for the consumption of a young reader. The publishing house has grossly mislabeled a masterpiece, far too voluminous on so many levels for a person between the ages of 12-17 to fully grasp. In particular, would the absolute youngest of young readers connect with the final American event, that while modern in its historical position, still occured prior to their births? I think not reflecting on describing that particular day to my offspring showed an immediate disconnect inside her bored orbs.
Not enough fantastic words, nor star ratings available to convey this epic literary adventure. Really. Just secure some free time and hunker down for this worthy committment.