Love Always (1985)
I have been accused, I believe fairly, of being a misogynist, so it came as something of a surprise to find that I liked this satirical novel by one of our best female writers better than did the critics. In fact, I liked the book very much and think it belongs right up there with Bonfire of the Vanities and Bright Lights, Big City on the short list of really perceptive social novels of the 80's.
Hildon and Maureen are a quintessential yuppie couple who have moved to Vermont where Hildon publishes Country Daze, a sort of rustic Spy magazine for the New Yorkers who summer in the Green Mountains. Hildon has been carrying on an affair with Lucy Spenser since they were in college; Lucy now writes a spoof advice column for the magazine under the pseudonym of Cindi Coeur. Meanwhile, Lucy has just been jilted by her longtime lover, Les Whitehall, and now her 14 year old TV star niece, Nicole Nelson, has come for a visit while the mother runs off with a 24 year old tennis pro. Beattie spins a savage comedy of manners out of this material. It is both genuinely funny, here's one of Cindi Couer's columns:
Dear Cindi Couer,
I understand that small children often exaggerate without thinking of it
as
a lie. My question is about my son, who has been complaining that
his best
friend has better lunches than he has. He says that instead of bringing
tuna
fish sandwiches to school, the boy has a whole tuna. I told him that this
was
not possible, because a real tuna fish would weigh hundreds of pounds.
Nevertheless, my son refuses to eat tuna fish sandwiches anymore, and I
feel
that tuna sandwiches are better for him than the protein found in the only
other sandwich he will eat - pork chop. I am also worried about his
telling
lies. He refuses to admit that he has made up the story about the
tuna. I
have questioned him in detail about how this would be possible, and he
just
continues the lie. He says the boy does not bring the sandwiches
in a lunch
box, but in a box the size of a bed. Should I discipline him, or
just pack
tuna sandwiches and insist that he face reality and eat them?
A Worried Mom
Dear Worried,
It seems to me that you have quite a few options. You could refuse
to
replace the tuna sandwiches with sandwiches made of pork chops, and
substitute something such as quiche, which will get soggy and appeal to
no
child. You could also get a pig and put it in a cage, telling your
son that
this way he would have something to rival his friend's tuna fish, and that
it
is his problem to get it to school. You might also consider the possibility
that the other boy is being forced to eat sardine sandwiches and is trying
to
compensate for his own embarrassment by insisting that they are tuna fish.
You may want to ask yourself what your son is missing sat home that makes
him
have such a strong empathetic reaction with the other boy. You might
also
consider the possibility that one or both boys needs glasses.
and devastatingly accurate in its depiction of the emptiness behind the facade of modern love.
Everything is surfaces here. People assume roles and pass themselves off as something they are not, the New Yorkers have created a Potemkin Village version of Vermont so that they can pretend to be countrified, folks sign letters Love Always as if it meant Sincerely--and it turns out that it means little more than that for most of them. Everyone is so artificial and their lives so transient that they do not really love one another, not husbands and wives, not mothers and daughters, not longtime companions, not adulterous couples. Their lives are summed up in the title of Nicole's soap opera, "Passionate Intensity"--which is taken from William Butler Yeats' Second Coming: The best lack all conviction and the worst are full of passionate intensity. Love has been replaced by passion; relationships have replaced true commitments.
And so ends the Baby Boomer generation, depthless, childess, loveless & artificial, they are completely atomized. And lest one hold out hope for the next generation, Nicole explains to her aunt that noone has friends anymore, that people sleep together because they are supposed to, and when her aunt asks if she has a "fave rave", responds that it's not cool to like a boy that much anymore. As Hildon says of her:
She needs an education. She ought to have a tutor or something. She's never learned anything.
She knows lyrics to songs and she knows what people
are talking about if they say something dirty
and she knows who's who on television. She
doesn't know anything about the world.
Lucy's generation had, at least, been exposed to and then rejected Western Civilization, American ideals and Judeo-Christian morality. The generation to come is simply being raised in a moral and ethical vaccum and, since nature abhors a vaccum, mass media and pop culture are rushing in to fill the empty space. Beattie amply demonstrates the emptiness of the lives that these people lead and the malignancy of the culture that they have created.
Reading the book, I was struck by how hard it would be for someone to
relate to much of it in thirty years. Many references are already
dated: Betamax, Cabbage Patch Kids, Bess Myerson, etc., and hopefully,
the people themselves will seem like artifacts by then. Having just
read several of the great satires from earlier in the Century (Aldous Huxley's
Point
Counter Point, Anthony Powell's Dance
to the Music of Time, Evelyn Waugh's Handful
of Dust), it became obvious that, even if the authors had captured
the Zeitgeist perfectly, it is very hard for the modern reader to pick
up on all the in jokes and to feel the bite of the satire as their contemporaries
must have felt it. But Beattie is writing about things that are all
too familiar to us here and now and she writes about them with engaging
wit and great perception. I highly recommend this one.
(Reviewed:)
Grade: (A)
