Early Work is all about free will, even going so far as to spell it out in a snippet of dialogue late in the novel saying that God gave mankind the freedom of choice so it could be pulled into temptation and once down that path it could damn itself. I've been reading a lot of books with unlikeable characters, Early work just so happens to be about the kind of unlikeable characters I run into at dinner parties, people who cannot do much of anything other than wax on with each other in intellectual warfare in regards to what good art is, the talk adding up to much of nothing.
Andrew Martin does things with these characters both in action and in dialogue that takes a lot of blood and guts, because it's so easy to dismiss all of this. And he knows it. He says of his main character, Peter, 'I added to the growing list of things I was inadequate at or incapable of doing. I couldn't tie a knot more complicated than a shoelace. I couldn't roll a good joint, drive stick, or shuffle cards.' He goes on to say he can't whistle, dance, follow a map, handle guns or fireworks, and is even afraid to try interesting drugs. So what good is Peter? Not really much good at all. He's the rich boy strawman representing the millennial generation of people who want to do things but apparently aren't cowboy enough to go out there with an iron jaw and actually do them. In a familiar mode, Peter is a writer who just can't really write. He has nothing to write about and when he does, he just moves commas around. My experience with people younger than me is just the opposite, the younger writers who I know in the real world are often the people who I draw my inspiration from because they just jump off the bridge before learning how to fly or swim or whatever.
Our other main character, Leslie, is the anthesis of Peter, she is larger than life, and like Peter, she has command of her freedom, but she is not using this freedom to explore her own destruction, rather it seems she is trying to gain experience and drink more of the juice of life. Peter just wants to drink himself to death and frequently seems to be planning or hovering around the plan for his own suicide. If you're bored and drowning in life, why not just drown yourself?
Another cool thing about this book is that it spends some time in a literal prison, where our instructor, Pete, is trying to teach women inmates that composition is important, presumably because the creation of art is a freedom that is available to anyone and should be available to anyone. One of the most powerful and telling moments in the book is when one of these inmates points out to the instructor, 'You're gonna get somebody killed.'
The show Orange is the New black is mentioned early on and I thought the flashbacks and fleshing out of the main character's lives (those not in jail) were reminiscent of the kind of storytelling that a show like Orange is the new black does fairly well. Here's these thirty something people who like to read and write and here are some past relationships they were in that will explain to you why they have their reservations about love life in the waning years of the Obama presidency.
Everyone we meet, besides these inmates, defines their lives around the making of some kind of art, besides what they have to do for money, and in some cases they don't need money, they're just rich, or rich enough to live in Virginia for now. Peter is a writer, his girlfriend Julia is a poet, Leslie is writer, Kenny is in a band ... on and on and on. It's nice to hang out with these people and 'read books with them' and 'listen to Kendrick Lamar with them'. And it all feels like 'rich people shit'. Rich people shit in the way they talk and rich people shit in the way they treat each other, but even that is dynamic and powerful in this novel. The dialogue especially. It reminded me of the movie Juno. Like, this is not how actual people I would want to be around in the actual world talk, the mile a minute of references. There's a lot of calculated blather by these characters who except in some very poignant moments, actually say much of anything. They just shake around the stuff of life. And maybe this skating around the stuff of life, marks a perfect reflection of the casual nature they approach sex and love. Like, it's not important if you fucked someone else, it's not a deal breaker. These are not emotionally dead characters but the rules of their relationships could easily be considered emotionally dead by older, poorer Americans who remember a time when family values and honesty meant something. No, this is the time of ghosting, and pussy pics, and who cares if you are working hard ... nobody owes anybody anything and each person is its own island, high on a purple vaporizer, watching Steph Curry drain three pointers, thinking out loud, 'Our lives aren't worth dying for.'
Kenny, the lone working man of the book, in his stoic wisdom says to our main man Peter, as a way of answering his multitude of numb dilemmas, "You've got that old northern defect ... can't drink away the foreknowledge of death." Most likely, Peter is just that way because he has read a lot of books by other white Americans. He is like Don Quixote, catching the disease of chivalry by reading all those chivalric romances and thinking he's someone else. If he was not as Leslie longs for 'one of the twenty great readers left in the country' then maybe Peter wouldn't even know he was going to die. Maybe he could have some fun and not be so worried about how fun it would be to fuck his life up just to see if it got more interesting.
But Early Work lets these characters do whatever they want and it doesn't pretended that the old rules of engagement exist anymore. People are free to do whatever they want and nothing is a given, is attached to traditional means (two of the only characters in the novel who are of an older generation, are Peter's religious neighbor who seems leery and embarrassed of Peter spending time with any woman who is not he 'wife'. The other older character is Leslie's aunt who is also very religious and leery of Leslie spending time with any man who is not her 'husband').
I hope people keep writing novels like this, that they aren't supposed to write, about privileged but dissatisfied people. Hope they keep writing them until the earth melts into a goo that floats away into space, and the critics float away too. This is a novel about simple freedom, and it's a kind of wonder.