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I don't know if I can do Banks' novel any justice with a review. Just a few hours after finishing it, I'm still awe-struck and a little numb. All evening, I've felt myself digesting it. Felt it seeping from my brain into my blood. 'Affliction' is the kind of novel I would love to write. So, much of my adoration comes from a craft standpoint. I've read a few reviews complaining about Banks' style and I will say that it's challenging, but really only at the beginning. When I took Jonis Agee's novel writing class at UNL, she warned us repeatedly of "long front porch" openings. The novel is a house, she said, and "long front porch openings" spend too much time outside the house, afraid to go in and, instead, describe, at length, the walk up. 'Affliction' does this. A lot. I'll admit, I tried reading this book a few months back and couldn't get through the first two pages. But I saw Paul Schrader's film adaptation and found myself thinking about it nearly every day. I can honestly say that the story haunted me. It kept playing in the back of my head. And the last line...well, I won't spoil it for you. But, I thought: if the ending of the novel is even half as powerful as the ending to the movie, I'll force my way through the beginning. And it is. The ending is there, in all it's depressing, heartbreaking glory. Schrader's 'Affliction' is faithful to Banks' book in every detail; it speaks, I think, to Banks' talent that someone (me) can know what's coming and still be riveted on each page.
Sure, there is more than a little myth-building going on. And that may be Banks' downfall and, quite possibly, his voice. Shortly after watching Schrader's film, I borrowed a collection of Banks' short stories from my friend Gunter, and had the same problem with the openings to those stories. I couldn't get 'in.' It felt, at times, like Banks was trying to sum up the human condition with each and every line. I ended-up thinking he was probably more than a little pretentious. I still do. Looking through his work, his other novels, I'm more than a little overwhelmed at the idea of touching another one. But this story, the story of 'Affliction,'--not the rise, but the horrible fall of Wade Whitehouse--is too good to stop just because, sometimes, Banks' artistry gets in the way.
I also think the myth-building may be necessary, given Banks' choice of narrator--Wade's educated, history teacher of a little brother, Rolfe. I've read more than a few reviews of 'Affliction' labeling Rolfe's narration as dull and overly-detailed. And, to be honest, there were times when I thought that Rolfe could simply be Banks himself. But there is, I think, a point to Banks' choice of Rolfe as our storyteller. I'm not sure what the point is yet, but I know it's there. Rolfe, as a student and teacher of history, is trying to relate the history of a family he long ago (and justly) abandoned. And through Rolfe, Banks is trying to tell the history of violent men at large. Sure, this is heady stuff. It's more than a little ambitious; but that's what I like about 'Affliction.' It wears its bigness on its sleeve. You could probably label it "the great American novel," and I doubt you would be wrong, at least in regard to Banks' intentions for 'Affliction.' You might not agree with me, but I think he pulled it off. 'Affliction' is the best novel I've read in years, mainly because I was utterly and completely absorbed in it, in its characters and location and, particularly in the plight of Wade Whitehouse himself. I love (but also dread, because it ties my damn stomach in knots) when a character starts down a path that ultimately leads to bloody tragedy. Again, I knew what was coming but I still found myself biting my coffee stirrers, balling my napkins, chewing the insides of my mouth, hoping, praying that Wade would make it out somehow.
I felt the same way reading A.M. Homes' 'Music for Torching,' another great novel with a similar gosh-bang-wow of an ending; I think, though, that Banks has a lot more compassion for his characters than Homes does. WIth Homes, I'm always wondering if I'm not being let in on the entire joke (that fact that a novel like 'Music for Torching,' might be, to her, a satire instead of just dead serious kind of pisses me off--but I could just be an idiot). At least with Banks, pretension and all, you get serious treatment of complex characters. That's what I like about 'Affliction' the most--Banks never lets you think, even for a second, that the citizens of Lawford, New Hampshire, are anything but real people. And that's what makes Wade and his environs all the more terrifying. The characters, the story, how Banks' people speak, they are never trying to make a statement or represent a certain condition. In the act of being, though, they make broader statements about the human condition.
I feel like I'm writing in circles. I'm indulging in a little pretension myself. So I'll stop and just tell you, point-blank, go and read 'Affliction.' You won't regret it.