- Heartbreaking
I love almost everything Colum McCann has written, so I was surprised at my frustration with Let the Great World Spin (2009).
How do I not love thee? Let me count the ways:
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1. It does not live up to McCann's own standards—does not have the inherent empathy of Everything in This Country Must (2001) or the inventive vitality of Dancer (2003).
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2. Its romanticized two-dimensional, cutout characters (troubled priest, cheerful prostitute, wealthy matron, ineffectual judge, single black mother) strut and fret their hour on an unconvincing stage.
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3. Its "plot" is overtly manipulated; its almanac details—pull rings on Coke cans, dimes in the jukebox, A-line dresses—seem meant to provide what W. S. Gilbert and Arthur Sullivan called "merely corroborative detail." One should not want to play "gotcha" with a novel, but instead willingly enter its spinning world.
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4. Its "message" remains obscure. Eight years after 9/11, it's impossible to read the opening image—the figure of a man modeled on Philippe Petit walking a tightrope between the unfinished Twin Towers—without thinking surely this stunt/ spectacle will comment indirectly on post-9/11 America. McCann claims to be "more interested in those…walking the tightrope on the ground," but by juxtaposing Petit's deliberate risk taking with lives lost in Vietnam, he belabors a flimsy point. The book knows neither the New York City of 1974 nor the underlying nature of our national grief: our loss of innocence.
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5. And then, there's the poetry! The book crackles like a literary scavenger hunt as McCann drops line after increasingly annoying quoted line. Despite reviews that hail the novel as a "heartbreaking symphony," my heart only breaks because it falls apart; the center cannot hold.