Having spent so much of my life reading Victorian fiction, I’ve missed out on lots and lots of new books and new writers. David Gilmour is not a particularly new writer! “Back on Tuesday” which is in print again with McArthur and Company, was first published in 1987 - quite a while ago!
David Gilmour is a Canadian writer who won the 2005 Governor General’s Award for Fiction for his novel “A Perfect Night to Go to China.” He’s also written “Lost Between Houses”(1999), “An Affair with the Moon”(1993) and “How Boys See Girls” (1991).
I was impressed by “Back on Tuesday.” It is an extremely well-written, readable book. The style is concise, and simple; the imagery is unique, and, at times, unsettling.. It is also a neat example of what can be done with first-person narrative. The story is told entirely from Gene’s perspective and Gene, I have to say, is not a guy I really want to get to know!
As the novel opened, I liked Gene. He’s a bit crazy, a bit of a drinker, and a bit mixed up about relationships. At least, that’s how he originally appeared to me. As he told his story, I gradually
began to hate the guy! As I was alienated from his point of view, I became increasingly interested in how other people viewed him. There are clues about how others, particularly his wife and child, see him, but they are hidden within that all encompassing narrative of Gene’s.
He’s the one telling the story, and he doesn’t give up this right to anybody.
As Gene lives out his various nostalgic and alcoholic “On the Road” fantasies in Jamaica, I was increasingly annoyed with him. Quite honestly, I was becoming deeply worried about his daughter Franny, who was sleeping in a hotel room in Jamaica, unattended. The jerk!
Gilmour’s novel reminds me somewhat of Robert Stone’s writing about uppers and downers, and the self-destructive impulse of people who have no idea why they are here on this earth (do any of us really know?). It also portrays people who are as lost as those in F.Scott’s Fitzeralds’ novels.
A love story? I didn’t find it to be one. Gene is so self-involved that he seems incapable of loving a toad, let alone is beautiful daughter, and way-too-forgiving ex-wife. He is lonely, though. And the last lines of the novel resound with sad and haunting loneliness.
Not exactly the Arnoldian idea of love holding things together in a godless world.