“Well out from shore, she longs to fly on even though the horizon will only ever recede, but she knows that she has to turn around, to go home and face what must be faced…Flying back, she turns up an inlet toward the mountains, tells herself she’s just following a whim, though it’s more like a dare. At the end of the sound, the water is bright and milky from a river disgorging glacial meltwater, braided with pale sand. She follows it north. The mountains are more rugged than any she’s seen…She should turn around, be on her way back to Montana, but, gunning the engine, pulling her scarf up over her mouth and nose, she ascends. Twelve thousand feet. She flies at a snow-covered saddle, crosses over it into a high bowl. Rock and blue ice loom up, hemming her in. Below, crevasses fissure an ice field. The widest looks big enough to swallow the plane whole. In places, the snow has broken through, and there is blackness underneath. The engine catches, sputters with disapproval…”
- Maggie Shipstead, Great Circle: A Novel
Maggie Shipstead’s Great Circle is a mess of a book. And because it is over 600 pages long, it is a big mess.
It is told in two different timelines that – until the very end – do not really inform each other. The pacing is maddeningly inconsistent, with long stretches wherein nothing of note really happens, and other stretches where everything is happening at once.
The tale is absolutely packed with unnecessary detours, giving us lengthy backgrounds for minor characters who then disappear. Meanwhile, incredibly important events often happen off-page, or are dealt with in surprisingly cursory ways.
In terms of theme, Shipstead makes some of her points with the subtlety of a high school essay, highlighting, italicizing, and underlining the symbolism so that you can’t escape it, even if you tried. At other times, though, I struggled to understand what Shipstead was trying to convey.
Then there’s the tone, which is pretty grim. This is a novel filled – in no particular order – with child abuse, sexual assault, domestic violence, sinking ships, crashing planes, addiction, hidden desires, sad sex, and war.
Anyway, I absolutely loved it. The messiness, the sprawl, and ambition absolutely worked for me. This is what I look for in fiction: a world that envelopes you.
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As mentioned above, Great Circle follows two separate pathways.
The first begins in 1909 and stretches for decades, following famed female pilot Marian Graves from infancy to adulthood. This storyline is told in the third-person omniscient, and fits squarely in the realm of old-fashioned historical fiction.
On the first page, we are told that Marian disappeared in 1950 while trying to fly the titular “great circle,” a north-south circumnavigation of the globe. Everything that follows explains to us how Marian got to that point.
The second plotline takes place in 2014, and is told in the first-person by actress Hadley Baxter, who is set to star in a movie about Marian’s final flight. Compared to Marian’s arc – a young woman attempting to defeat both the patriarchy and gravity – Hadley’s chapters often lack vitality, immediacy, and actual stakes. Marian risks all on a daily basis; Hadley makes millions of dollars a year pretending, and yet spends most of her time cataloguing all the ways in which she’s disappointed.
More than that, Hadley’s sections are jarringly different from the Marian ones. Indeed, for a good long while, it feels like part of a different book, a lacerating exposé of predatory studio heads, the never-ending expansion of intellectual property-based films, tabloid journalism, and toxic fandom.
Eventually, the courses traveled by Marian and Hadley start communicating in meaningful ways. Still, this takes much of Great Circle’s length, and requires patience.
The reason I’ve over-described the structure is that it seems to be the fault line upon which reactions to Great Circle tend to split. If you don’t like the bifurcation, this probably won’t work for you. On the other hand, if you like it – or at least accept it – then it ultimately pays off.
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Picking out Great Circle’s flaws is pretty easy. This is the part where I argue that it doesn’t matter.
For me, Shipstead’s beautiful writing smooths all the sharp angles, patches all the holes, and makes the journey entirely worthwhile, even if the landing is a bit rough.
Three aspects in particular stand out.
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First, the characters. Given its ballooning nature, it’s not surprising that Great Circle has a packed cast list. Three individuals especially stand out: Marian, Hadley, and Jamie, Marian’s twin. Each are multidimensional, complex, and fully realized. Tellingly, there were stretches in which I despised each of them in their turn, so much that I ended up talking to them, out loud.
This is important, and is meant as a compliment. Actual humans are not perfect. Even saints have bad days in which they act precipitously, hypocritically, selfishly, or meanly. Fictional characters are never more real than when they are effortlessly flawed. The imperfections deepen them, and make them worth our investment. This includes Hadley, who – as a famous, entitled multimillionaire – is not the natural object of my sympathy.
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Second, the setting. Or rather, settings.
Shipstead is a former travel writer, and it shows. Great Circle takes you all over the world, to places as different as Alaska and Edinburgh and Antarctica. No matter where she puts you, though, it comes alive. You can see it in your mind.
Just one example: Much of Marian’s early life is spent in Missoula, Montana, in the early twentieth century. This is a very specific locale, and one that has already been famously utilized by Norman Maclean in A River Runs Through It. Deciding to plop your characters down in a field already tilled by an American original is kind of a flex. The thing is, it absolutely works. Shipstead paints it all with complete confidence, the mountains and the rivers and the shifting of the seasons.
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Finally, the descriptions, which is an offshoot of the settings. Shipstead knows how to create images. Utilizing simile and metaphor and a keen eye for detail, she creates memorable scenes of cinematic vividness.
The flying, especially, is worth noting. Marian, after all, is a pilot, and if the passages in the skies don’t work, everything else falls apart. Well, they work. I’m not an expert in the history of flight, but Shipstead’s knowledge of planes – and her ability to convey that knowledge through the narrative – feels accurate.
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All of these elements combine into something that is effortlessly readable. I am not wholly convinced of the cohesion in Great Circle’s parallel tracks, but each of them are independently enjoyable in their own ways.
I also want to say something about the length, even as my own word count swells. Once a book gets past 400 pages, people inevitably start commenting that it “needs an editor.” This editor, we are led to assume, would hack at the fat, and pare everything down to its essence.
There are certainly parts of Great Circle that felt bloated. For instance, late in the novel, Shipstead introduces us to Eddie, Marian’s navigator on her fateful flight. He is given several chapters that are relatively short but start to accumulate. These didn’t totally work for me – being simultaneously too much and not enough – but they enriched the overall context.
In short – pun intended – I don’t want to live on a planet in which all books are a tightly-plotted, ruthlessly-efficient 288 pages long. I appreciate – on occasion – a bit of disorder, a sense that the story is as chaotic as life itself, and cannot be neatly contained.
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Much of Great Circle wrestles with the issues of gender identity, sexual orientation, and the contours of love. I mention this only to remark that the exploration of these ideas necessarily involves sex, and some of that sex is described within these pages, and some of those descriptions border on the graphic.
I have no problem with this, but everyone’s mileage varies.
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There is an old saying: Shoot for the Moon. Even if you miss, you will end up floating away in the infinite vastness of space, and you will never be forgotten, because that is one hell of a way to exit.
Okay, I made that up.
But if it was a real saying, it’d fit here.
Great Circle strives – at times strains – for the epic and the profound. It can be meandering, digressionary, and self-serious, but it also has a doomed ocean liner, a marvelous explanation of instrument flying, a chilling Prohibition-Era gangster, combat in the Aleutian Islands during World War II, and a powerful evocation of what it might feel like to take flight in a small, rickety plane, to be free of all the worries and prejudices and constraints on earth, and to simply soar above them, at least until the gas tank runs dry.