
AUTHOR: Jay Parini
PUBLICATION DATE: 2002
No PAGES: 307
TIME PERIOD: 1970
GEOGRAPHICAL LOCATION: Capri
CATEGORY: Adult fiction
PLOT SUMMARY: It’s 1970, and 22-year-old Alex Massolini, his family’s Great White Hope, is in a bad way. Resisting the parental big guns of guilt and expectation, he drops out of his course at Columbia University, and goes to live on Capri, a small island off the Southern Italian coast in the Bay of Naples. His brother Nicky, with whom he has an uneasy relationship, has recently been killed during “a routine reconnaissance mission” in Vietnam. This death is deeply disturbing to Alex. He applies for a position as secretary to Rupert Grant, an eminent Scottish writer who has been living on Capri for ten years and gathering around him the best and brightest of literary intellects. “I wanted,” says Alex “a canvas where I could paint myself into the picture… a place where I had no former history from which I had to be absolved.” Grant’s other two secretaries are pretty young women. Innocent Alex’s education is set to proceed apace.
COMMENTS : Parini writes engagingly. On the boat bound for Italy, Alex meets a young man who “was fair, with milky skin and a face like an axe blade. A thickly-accented English nested in that thin, rather nasal, voice. His eyes were large and compelling, and they invaded my foggy presence like search lamps.” (p 21) Nice imagery. The pace of his writing is quite leisurely. He stays to dwell on an experience, this is no headlong hurtle towards resolution.
The writer for whom Alex goes to work is a self-appointed guru, as thoroughly obnoxious as he is powerful. Rupert Grant manipulates the lives of all those who orbit round him. While he may have a superior fund of literary wisdom, this is counter-balanced by a truly ugly drive for power and control, which in turn involves a lack of human sympathy. It is the task of those who live in his ménage to come to their own terms with this. I am always interested in stories that grapple with power imbalances, because they can to a large extent determine who we become. And I can’t help hearing the clang of sabres in an Old World/New world battle: old class-ridden England versus brash new American materialism.
REVIEWER : Alison.