Yesterday [I found] a leather glove
From the slim-fingered hand of a woman
Philip Roth is perhaps the most honored living American novelist, but I had read only two of his early books – Goodbye, Columbus and Portnoy's Complaint – before deciding to take a run at American Pastoral, which won the 1998 Pulitzer Prize and is considered by most writers, critics, and editors to be one of the very best contemporary American novels. (One critic even called it "the finest American novel published during my lifetime.")
I decided to read the book on the recommendation of a young and talented writer I know who reads even more than I do. She told me that part of American Pastoral takes place at the narrator's 45th high-school reunion. Since I'm planning to attend my 45th reunion next month, that made American Pastoral irresistible to me.
But the novel isn't really about the narrator's reunion. It's about Seymour "Swede" Levov, the older brother of one of the narrator's classmates.
Swede leads a charmed life for many years. He's a much-admired star athlete in high school who serves in the Marines at the tail end of World War II, then marries a former Miss New Jersey. His father is a manufacturer of ladies' gloves, and Swede eventually takes over the business and is a big success. (You'll learn a lot about the manufacture of gloves if you read this book.)
Swede has a daughter named Merry whom he dotes on. But when that daughter is 16, she decides to demonstrate her opposition to the Vietnam War by blowing up the local post office, killing a kindly and beloved local doctor in the process.
She goes underground for many years, giving Swede plenty of time to rehash every detail of her childhood in a fruitless attempt to figure out exactly what he and the girl's mother did wrong. (If your teenaged daughter blows up a building, it must be because you did something wrong – right?) Swede eventually tracks his daughter down, but she has been transformed into a very strange and physically repulsive young woman.
No man should have to bear what Swede bears in the course of American Pastoral. The worst part of the whole thing isn't what happened, but the utter incomprehensibility of why it happened.
As one critic has noted, Swede calls to mind two other fathers whose suffered terribly:
Swede's trajectory is tragic. Fate has raised him high in order to see how far he might fall. He contains traces of Job – his fidelity to America tested by brutal and arbitrary misfortune – and also of Lear, snakebit by one of the most floridly and obscenely ungrateful children in all of literature.
Here are a few quotes from American Pastoral, accompanied (for no particular reason) by photos I took last summer on Mt. Desert Island in Maine:
Never in his life had Swede had an occasion to ask himself, "Why are things the way they are?" Why should he bother, when the way they were was always perfect? Why are things the way they are? The question to which there is no answer, and up till then he was so blessed he didn't even know the question existed.
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You think you know what a man is? You have no idea what a man is. You think you know what a daughter is? You have no idea what a daughter is. You think you know what this country is? You have no idea what this country is. You have a false image of everything. All you know is what a fucking glove is.
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He had learned the worst lesson that life can teach – that it makes no sense. And when that happens the happiness is never spontaneous again. It is artificial and, even then, bought at the price of an obstinate estrangement from oneself and one's history.
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The Horrors are an English group that formed in Southend-on-Sea in 2005. "Gloves" was released on their first album, Strange House, in 2007.
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