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BOOKS, Page 78Brain Surgery
EVER AFTER
By Graham Swift
Knopf; 276 pages; $21
Readers who devoured Waterland a few years ago will
remember finding in Graham Swift's novel an inventiveness common
to many of the younger British novelists -- Martin Amis, Julian
Barnes and Ian McEwan -- matched with a sense of inquiry and of
mystery that is not so common. Waterland was a novel electric
with ideas. Yet in his intricate narrative of generations and
degenerations, Swift achieved something remarkable: a dense,
literary text that raced ahead with the compulsive fury of a
page turner.
In Ever After, Swift has managed the feat again, devising
a hypnotically complex examination set amid the circular
staircases and false fronts of a strange man's brain. The
monologist is Bill Unwin, 52, an honorary fellow of a Cambridge
college who begins his tale with "These are, I should warn you,
the words of a dead man." Three weeks earlier, he was rescued
from "attempted self-slaughter." Now, immured in his unreal
world, he recalls, simultaneously, his boyhood in Paris, his
discovery of the diary of a 19th century forebear, his life as
the husband of an actress and his anguished puzzlement at his
father's death and his mother's remarriage. A latter-day Hamlet,
Unwin is driven mad by the sense that all of us are playacting,
adrift in a world of "suppose's."
As the posthumous man unravels his tale, he twists and
turns around an extraordinary tangle of ideas: the nature of
artifice, the Darwinian crisis of faith, the courtship of
History and Romance. Invoking his ancestor Sir Walter Raleigh,
and setting much of the action in the New Elizabethan Age of the
1950s, he fashions a narrative as fiendishly witty and sinuous
and fluent as an Elizabethan sonnet. But at its heart is a
simple, all but unanswerable question: "What is the difference
between belief and make-belief?" Some readers may be exhausted
by the pinwheeling frenzy of paradoxes and parallels; others,
though, will be exhilarated by Swift's ability to make his
terminally cerebral subject readable, and real. And they will
be touched, too, by a moving breakthrough at the end that
suggests Swift, unlike many of his contemporaries, really does
believe that "no breadth of intellect exonerates want of
feeling." Ever After is a supremely intelligent novel about the
need to transcend intelligence.
By Pico Iyer.