BY GEORGE
By WESLEY STACE

Little, Brown and Company, 2007
ISBN 9780316830324
384 pages; Hardcover
GENRE(S): Fiction

Reviewed by Marie Mundaca

When a person reaches adolescence, he struggles to be heard. But what if a person had no way to do that? That's just one of the themes in By George, the second novel by Wesley Stace (also known as singer-songwriter John Wesley Harding). Two boys named George—one human and one made of wood—both narrate this lyrical, sweet, and humorous fish-out-of-water tale of family secrets, desire, and the longing to be heard at all costs. Though their voices are distinctly different, their stories are the same. By George is a clever and touching book with fully realized characters that will stay with the reader long after they've finished the story.

George Fisher, the 11-year-old human boy, is sent away to an exclusive all-male boarding school called Upsides, away from his charmingly freakish, mostly-female family. His mother, Frankie, is a beautiful pixie of a woman, who often plays young boys in theater productions and has sacrificed her personal life for her love of theater. His grandmother, Queenie, tries to retain a semblance of normalcy in the household.

But the puppet-master is the family matriarch, Evangeline, known professionally as Echo Endor, a famous ventriloquist in the vaudeville era who entertained the hoi polloi and royalty alike with her dummy Narcissus. Echo has carefully orchestrated the lives of every member of her family, from her son Joe's career as a ventriloquist, to Joe's marriage to the blunt Queenie, to Frankie's life as an actress, to great-grandson George's entry into the boarding school.
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George Fisher's story is braided with wooden George's story, which begins back in the 1930s when the dummy was created. Like George Fisher, wooden George is controlled by others—in his case, Joe "King" Fisher, son of the famous Echo Endor. Joe, in turn, is controlled by Echo, who has George made for him, and insists that she follow her in the family business, despite his disinclination towards ventriloquism. Echo also foists a sweet but slightly dull young lady on Joe: Queenie, who also has an interest in ventriloquism. But Joe and Queenie don't last very long. After the birth of their first daughter, Frankie, Joe and George begin a successful career entertaining the British troops during World War II, and the family never sees Joe again. Readers learn about Joe's life, his struggles with his mother, his success in Europe, and his life away from his family through wooden George's erudite secret diaries.

Ironically, wooden George is the more loquacious of the two Georges, and his sections are written in first person, while George Fisher's passages are in the third person, echoing the powerlessness Fisher feels in his own life. Even what he thinks are original thoughts—like studying voice-throwing—come from subtle suggestions from great-grandmother Echo. It's not until he encounters the original George that Fisher comes into his own, and his narrative becomes first person.

Stace writes evocatively of both 1930s and 1970s England and its characters, and he makes readers feel a sense of place and fellowship with the Georges that would be lost on a lesser writer. Stace only barely describes Upsides (some of the bathrooms have no doors, the library is in disarray), leaving the reader to fill in their idea of an all-boys boarding school and allowing Stace more space to develop his memorable characters, such as Donald, the sensitive school groundskeeper. Wooden George—who hates the term "dummy"—speaks in a very ornate, overblown style, very much in the way one might hear stereotypical self-important actors speak. When describing being examined by his creator, he says, "Brandished by my spine, I was scrutinized in natural and institutional light."

But what really propels this book is the compelling family drama, riddled with secrets and mysteries so deep that, each time one secret is revealed, the story becomes even more mysterious. George Fisher's devotion to his mother is touching, but it almost leads him to the same trap his grandfather fell into, putting aside his own desires to please Frankie.

Stace's characters, even the wooden ones, are so lively that it's easy to think of them all as real people. Readers looking for a smart, interesting and well-crafted story would be remiss in not picking up this book.

(September, 2007)

 

 
     

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