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The Forgiveness of Funny

A Gate at the StairsA Gate at the Stairs by Lorrie Moore

Reviewed by Holloway McCandless
Identity Theory

No one who is a fan of Lorrie Moore, or of coming-of-age novels rich in wit and specificity, should resist reading A Gate At The Stairs. It contains patented Moore delights: mordant humor in shades of gray to charcoal, a quirky, self-deprecating heroine who notices both too much and not enough about the people in her life, a bushel of laugh-out-loud depictions of contemporary American mores and fripperies, and finally, a double examination of the fragility of love's intent.

Moore's virtuoso narrative voice is filtered through Tassie Jane Keltjin, a 20-year-old Midwestern college student whose sentimental education begins when she accepts a part-time nanny job for a chef and a cancer researcher who are seeking to adopt in December of 2001. Through her term-time association with the Brink-Thornwoods Tassie learns far more than she does from her enrollment in classes like "The Perverse Body/The Neutral Pelvis" and "Soundtracks to War Movies."

Tassie is the daughter of a Lutheran farmer of gourmet potatoes who sometimes affects deafness, and of a depressed half-blind flower grower whose Jewishness is kept ambiguous in the crucifix-dubbed Dellacrosse, Wisconsin. From this hybrid pairing in parochial soil, Tassie has emerged as a gifted, funny observer of life but an awkward and wry participant who communes alone with her bass guitar. She has ventured only 60 miles from home to attend college, yet she has no sustaining friendships. She fumbles the sweetness of her relationship with her brother while throwing herself at a dubiously exotic hookup interest. In spite of her peer awkwardness, she audits the grown-up world she encounters through her nanny job with the sophistication of a woman twice her age and five hundred times her mileage.

As Tassie bonds with her astoundingly biddable charge, the serially-fostered and heartbreakingly affectionate Mary-Emma, she displays a savant-like ability to dissect the faux-fuzzy language of adoption, parse the unconscious racism of the "color-blind," analyze the power dynamics of her employers' marriage, and riff her way through all but the most devastating events with humor and detachment. Tassie also proves herself a lyric observer of nature, a gifted curator of closely confined groups of small children, and a ravenous consumer of experience and baby food.

The precocity of Tassie's articulateness is hard to believe, but also irresistible. Who would want to sacrifice such captivating narration for the sake of verisimilitude? It would mean missing Tassie looking out the window from her first plane ride and observing, "Beneath us was a tone of ochre that when the sun hit looked like a vellum lamp." In an earlier passage she describes mosquitoes "with tiger-striped bodies and the feathery beards of an iris, their wings and legs the dun wisps of an unbarbered boy, their spindly legs the tendrils of an orchid, the blades of a gnome's sleigh." Sometimes her precocity is philosophical -- "The difference between opera and life, I'd noticed, was that in life one person played all the parts," and in the year covered by A Gate At The Stairs Tassie plays a lot of parts.

Yet at the end of the novel, when Tassie makes acidic comments about marriage -- "The gothic knell of a wedding bell, the hangman's rope grown straight out of the chest" -- the opinions sound ventriloquized and overly Plathian from a young woman who has never been married, and who has only observed two marriages up close.

The trick of Tassie's superannuated insights, which Moore mostly pulls off, resides in a duality of perspective. The global narrator is Tassie from a midlife distance, yet most of the novel's action is recounted in the first-person as if it just occurred. This narrative immediacy is vivid and affecting, with only occasional projections such as "years later I would..." The device works best when Tassie's aperçus are delivered in language that could be wielded by a quirky, articulate 20-year-old who could observe her employers "performing their marriage at me," or say of her family, "My mother was the most misty-eyed, and my brother, as if to calm and please her, stayed peppy to such an artificial and generous degree that you could see he had no idea what he was doing."

Moore is profligate with her famous sense of humor, bestowing it on Tassie and a majority of the characters in A Gate At The Stairs -- almost everyone is attuned to language and absurdity, and apt to make above-average witty remarks at the drop of a quotation mark. That the humor all seems to carry the same DNA is a quibble, worth overlooking for the pleasure of laughing out loud.

Although marketed as a "post-9/11" novel, global politics garner only a jokey gloss in A Gate At The Stairs' opening section, and don't "come home to roost" until the last 50 pages, embedded in a sudden plotline that blindsides the reader as much as Tassie. This 9/11 relevancy arrives after the novel's central concerns -- identity, attachment, race, motherhood, and commitment--get truncated and abandoned for over fifty pages. The lightning-like switch of topic reaches for a last-minute somberness which doesn't feel entirely earned, and finally feels exploitative on the last pages when the novel closes with a phone call which is both inconsequential and sour, and whose bleak funniness would better suit a short story about feckless men than a novel about how our best intentions of love can still fall short.

Holloway McCandless is a freelance writer who also reviews free literary podcasts at Litagogo.com.

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3 Responses to "The Forgiveness of Funny"

    Jim Brian October 2nd, 2009 at 11:24 pm

    Chick bassists are hot. Chick bassists are the hottest thing since hotness came to HotTown. "Whaddya mean, is she hot? She's a chick bassist - they're all hot!"

    s h a r o n October 2nd, 2009 at 11:32 pm

    McCandless has certainly mastered the [ ] turn of phrase. (I couldn't come up with an adequate adjective...)

    Enjoyable review. I had to look up the definition of "superannuated": It has to do with untimely (as it were) aging.

    accessoires psp October 5th, 2009 at 11:25 pm

    I was so excited to know about this book as I want to read it. Thanks for sharing such nice information on Lorrie Moore's new book. I would like to read her all books as she writes very humorous and poignant short stories. It is nice to visit this site. I enjoyed this blog.

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