Seattlest Book Club: "In My Beginning Is My End..."
We're going to spoil the end of Jonathan Raban's Surveillance. If you haven't read it yet and don't want to know, stop reading now.
Seattlest Seth:
I noticed the foreshadowing of the ending in the narrative, but it still came as rather a shock--which I'd imagine was intended. My immediate take on it was the same as Shacochis'--it's a well-taken reminder that, however high we perceive the stakes to be of our personal dramas, the pale in the (in this case very real) shadow of disaster.Anonymous reader: "read the book. it does have a plot but the problem is where it eventually goes ... or doesn't go. at least, that was a problem for me." William Peschel, on Amazon:
A longtime non-fiction writer, Jonathan Raban flavors "Surveillance" with references to Pilates, computer viruses and racial profiling, and his accuracy extends to depicting people's attitudes in the post-9/11 U.S. But that's it. Instead of resolving these plot threads, he interrupts them by summoning an earthquake. As an effective literary technique, it works as poetry, but this is a novel, and it reminds me more of Michael O'Donoghue's classic advice on how to end books: "Suddenly, everyone was run over by a truck."Karen Karbo in Newsday: "Surveillance" is so sharp and riveting, so well-paced and well-crafted, readers may feel conned by Raban's shocker of an ending, which jibes intellectually but neither dramatically nor emotionally.
Mr. Raban: "If you do reread it, you'll notice how circular it is. In my beginning is my end..."
In earlier comments, Mr. Raban has been forthcoming with his worries that the novel's cover design and marketing leads people to expect tidiness where he never intended it. Anyone who read Waxwings should realize that Raban's expertise with characters and situations goes hand in hand with a reluctance to put a pretty little bow on the conclusion -- things end, in a way that rings true, but things don't get neatly packaged.
The end of Surveillance brings to Seattle an event that lurks in the back of our heads: the Big One, the city-flattening, viaduct-threatening earthquake we're due (or overdue) for. All that intelligence gathered, mocked by a disaster more primal than humans could conjure up.
But is it a satisfying ending? Are the readers who object (Karbo, the tribe of Amazonians) right to do so, or do they miss the point? Does Raban earn the right to shake us up like that, or having named his novel Surveillance and chosen omnipresent eyeballing as his theme, is he obligated to serve emotion and drama as well as intellect in his finale? (If, as they argue, he doesn't do so.)
We'd like to thank Mr. Raban for participating in our comments, which have rewarded him by being unusually flaky this past month. Note: he'll be reading from the novel tomorrow at the Seattle Central Library, starting at 3pm.
Next month's book club selection: from one disaster to another, we hit the nonfiction list with Timothy Egan's The Worst Hard Time. Don't forget to ask for the Seattlest Book Club discount at Santoro's Books in Greenwood and Bailey-Coy Books on Capitol Hill.
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