I feel an obligation to rate this novel at 5/5 stars, for not only is this the best (and most quintessential) piece of New Zealand Literature I’ve ever read, but I would go as far as to say that it is the best novel I have read, period.
The genre of “family saga” has always had a surprising appeal to me, for I’ve never considered myself particularly interested in the "drama" of family life per se. However, seeing how historical and ideological upheavals punctuate the lives of ordinary (and extraordinary) individuals brings with it a connection to an entire generation, a life experience, so to speak.
I’ve only recently graduated from Maurice Gee’s alma mater, and I can almost feel the reverberations of his experience at school and coming of age in the tone of his writing, and the familiarity of the setting used, even seven decades later. This is the strength
At its heart, the novel is about how intellectual pursuits and family life often conflict, and how in times past, one was often sacrificed for the other. In this case, George Plumb, in his pursuit of ideological purity, and a “New Jerusalem”, abandons his duty to care for his family, and finds himself both a stranger to his identity and himself by the end of his life. Gee’s novels for adults often centre on the dynamics of dysfunctional families, and none moreso than “Plumb”. It is an immensely tragic novel, filled with sacrifice, both of self and others, and examines the elementally grotesque nature of the human soul.
George Plumb’s pursuit of an “enlightened” morality underpins the innate human struggle to accept others unconditionally. Paradoxically, the individuality of human beings is intertwined with our inability to accept those differences. Religion, and by extension morality, is an attempt to reconcile this conflict, but consequently shows, through the character of George Plumb that adherence to ideology makes one yet more self-righteous, at the expense of introspection. Plumb’s character is a sardonic commentary on the dogma that religion and even “enlightenment” encourage.
Edie, a bastion of health and spirit for George, is perhaps the only one who is truly moral. Plumb believes that he loves her truly, and to some degree I think he is sincere, but it is difficult to find his love for her manifested in his actions. The dinners alone in his study are a wider metaphor for his devotion to ideology at the expense of his family, and the harsh discipline he dispenses to his children in that room symbolizes the intolerance that has led to him casting away all connection to those who provide warmth in his frigid life, until he finds them only strangers who share his blood.
-George Plumb, a man who climbs intellectual mountains, and stands against the tides of society with an indignant, but ultimately tired resistance to a world so wholly out of his control. He represents an extreme pursuit of ideological purity, as ironically, it is his rationality that causes him to detach himself from others. He speaks of love emerging from the cleansing of dogma, yet his own rationalism has morphed precisely into a dogma no different to the theologians of the Presbyterian Church, and thus he can never understand love in a truly human sense, for he is an amalgam of both historical prejudice and modern intolerance.
For all he speaks of liberation leading to love, he nonetheless casts away Alfred, a son for whom he has great affection, when he stumbles into Alfred’s homosexuality, a shame that he, and even society in the contemporary era of the novel, cannot stand. This failure, in some sense, is a metaphor for his entire crusade. Although I am more sympathetic to his plight than most, as I appreciate the devotion that he has to his pursuits, I cannot deny that they have not borne fruit. Irrespective of the thoughts of others, he himself finds that at the end of his life, all the purpose he has left is to die. The last lines of the novel put it best: “I’m ready to die, or live, or understand, or love, or whatever it is. I’m glad of the good I've done, and sorry about the bad.” His ideological certainty is damaged by events that shake even his indomitable spirit – the death of Edie, the metaphorical death of Alfred, the feeling of foreignness even with his own family. "Plumb" unequivocally demonstrates the futility of pursuing ideological purity. Uncertainty in the world means that we should grasp onto what we have, seek what we wish to possess, and never let it go.
For Plumb himself, I guess I would only ask, “If you could live your life again, would you change things?”