BLACK SWAN GREEN
By DAVID MITCHELL

Random House, 2007
ISBN: 0812974018
304 pages; Paperback
GENRE (S): Fiction

Reviewed by Samantha Storey

NOTE: This article is part of a pro/con segment on the book. [View the pro article.]

Every now and then, books are released that people want to love before they read them. David Mitchell's fourth novel, Black Swan Green, received just the amount of low-key over-hype that proffered on-cover blurbs and award nominations long before the book attempted to become the biggest community read in the summer of 2006. Despite the fanfare, the book is more of a laborious walk through adolescence than a collective book-that-fulfilled-the-hype sigh of relief.

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The book follows 13-year-old Jason Taylor over the course of a year in the early 1980s—a chapter for each passing month. From the beginning, Mitchell, who voices Jason (a la J.D. Salinger's Holden Caulfield), is almost too obvious in his attempt to create mystery with nondisclosure: Jason is forbidden to answer the telephone in his father's office, though it rings without end, and he is stricken with a stammer, though readers are also privy to his non-stammering, stream-of-consciousness thoughts. Instead of finding mystery, readers are just left out. Call it a creative plot twist, but when readers finally discover why Jason is barred from that specific phone, it no longer seems of any significant import.

Jason also has a modest and appropriate passion for poetry, disgruntled and indifferent parents, and an unpleasant older sister who seems to make Jason's 13 feel like 23. When Jason muses, "Magnets don't need to understand magnetism" and later, "Listening to houses breathe makes you weightless," the impression isn't that the child-poet is indeed as perceptive and insightful as his flowery prose attempts to show, but that someone is trying to make readers think so. Mitchell has probably already discovered that there is a big difference in writing about adolescence and writing in the midst of it—something always gets lost in translation.

In his previous efforts—number9Dream, Cloud Atlas, and Ghostwritten—Mitchell created fantasy-like alter realms with multiple characters and layers of complicated fiction. In Black Swan Green, the focus settles on one character and the long, slow slide into adolescence. Mitchell succeeds in his ability to transport readers into Jason's mind—we are with him as he scales a large tree, inadvertently becoming an audience to a couple of elder schoolmates' make-out session, and we are with him as he trails the thin line between popular and outcast. Mitchell allows himself a good deal of creative freedom but seems to expend it more on recreating the Falkland War period of the early 1980s than on telling Jason's story.

Not unlike his previous work, Black Swan Green reads like a series of interrelated short stories. A reader expecting a fluid plotline will be sadly disappointed when the month wraps and Mitchell never addresses events again. Mitchell makes this novel interesting for readers of his previous books, however—Madame Commelynck, the mysterious and silent purveyor of Jason's adolescent poetry, is also referenced in Cloud Atlas, while Neal Brose, Jason's classmate, appears in Ghostwritten. It's an interesting inclusion that rarely happens among prominent authors but only enhances the telling of the story. Though arguably insignificant characters, they add that extra bit of cross-literary interest where otherwise Black Swan Green begins to sag.

Black Swan Green is supposed to be a quaint coming-of-age story and, for the most part, it is. The chronological journey through Jason's thirteenth year includes meditations on life in junior high as a stutterer and the epic attempt to fit in with the popular boys, as well as his parents' relationship and inevitable divorce. It's a nice piecemeal story but lacks the organization of a collection of short stories and the cohesiveness and plotline of a typical novel. While interesting in parts, Mitchell treads on unsteady ground as Jason's storyteller and the end result is a chore to get through.

(January, 2008)

 

 
     

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