Theodor Adorno once claimed that to write poetry after Auschwitz
was barbaric. He later rescinded this ideal, claiming that ‘perennial suffering
has as much right to expression as a tortured man has to scream’. Adorno was concerned that attempts to artistically
interpret or even condemn Auschwitz would be callous, and at the same time,
success at such an attempt would be futile.
Oscar is overwhelmingly precocious and is increasingly
unlikeable. Foer seems to ask the reader to forgive Oscar’s apparent arrogance
and obnoxiousness due to his ever-present melancholy. However, I couldn’t look
past how unlikeable he was; page by page I grew increasingly irritated by this
9 year old child. I think what I disliked most was how the author was
perpetually referring all of Oskar’s exploits back to the horror of his father’s
death, and unfortunately, this didn’t allow the story to expand, or Oskar to
become more agreeable.
I think the main problem with Foer’s attempt was that it
dealt with 9/11 head on; it appeared too romantic due to the sweet young boy who
prevailed through his torment and overcame his fears and trepidations despite
the horror of the event. It almost played on 9/11 as a certain way to capture
it’s readers, and although this was seemingly a smart move (it sold many copies
and was made into a truly awful feature film); in literary terms, the book is
over romantic, glorified and ultimately dull.
DeLillo’s attempt is a far more accessible and likeable piece
of literature. DeLillo is a more experienced writer and the theme of terrorism
has appeared in his works before, especially Players and Mao II (Both
excellent books). He has even been called prophetic as he eerily wrote in Players that ‘to Pammy the towers didn’t
seem permanent’.
I think perhaps what I took from reading these two books,
was that in order to engage in such tragic events, the author must attempt to
avoid permanent reference to the event, and while it can form the core of the
story (in fact if this is part of the plot that would be almost inextricable),
playing on the collective emotions that derive from such a horrific event can
lead to a novel that is vapid, over-romantic and cheap.
DeLillo gets the balance just right, he deals with the event
but also develops a story outside of it, a story in which the event is in the
background, permanently installed in the mindset of his characters but not
unavoidably driven by it. I would recommend Falling Man and most of DeLillo’s
other works, he is an extremely talented contemporary writer, and one of the few that I
would entrust to attempt the ostensibly insurmountable task of literature after
September 11th.
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