Anansi Boys v. The Accidental
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ROUND ONE
Anansi Boys
v. The Accidental
Judged by Nell James
The Accidental and Anansi Boys. Two books. One nationality of origin (British). Two twisted families: one, psychologically confused; the other, supernaturally confused. Two overbearing, unexpected houseguests who seduce and manipulate and turn the families’ lives upside-down: one, a mysterious 30-something woman who makes piercing observations and doesn’t shave her legs; the other, a smooth-talking troublemaker with magical powers and a hereditary love for karaoke. Two different literary approaches: one is focused on the flow and form of words, playing with perspective and internal dialogue; the other, a fun, light, contemporary spin on African folk tales. Two different endings: one, cryptic and untidy; the other, cute. One might imagine that, being a fan of fantasy, mythology, ironic humor and a former follower of “alternative” comic books (yes, I went to a few conventions), I would be the ideal candidate to read Anansi Boys. People on Amazon.com say so and, if I personally knew people who would recommend works of contemporary fiction to me, they would probably say so, too (certainly over The Accidental, which is an alien on my reading list). Well, at its best I found it to be a charming adventure with clever twists, simple yet evocative, vividly written, and at worst a bit lacking in depth—it’s sort of like Vonnegut without the philosophical oomph.
The familiar characters, such as the eccentric old lady down the street, embarrassing charming dad with fantastical stories (Big Fish, anyone?), severe skeletal mother-in-law, sleazy corporate boss, etc., may be a conscious extension of Gaiman’s creative play on traditional folk tales, and a sort of comic device. But within the real-world context of the book, this served to be sort of unsatisfying; the characters have just enough reality to summon my empathy but not quite enough to really capture it. It’s an interesting idea to apply this kind of storytelling to a real-world context, but to me it is both an advantage and a problem.
This book is far better than the slow, painful indie film that may someday be made out of it, but then, perhaps this book is actually that film in disguise?
As much of a story as it is a novel, the soul of Anansi Boys does not necessarily reside in its medium, quite unlike The Accidental, whose major attraction lies in the way it is written. What makes The Accidental involving is the highly conceptual narrative form and prose style. Smith seeks to capture the flow of the internal thought processes of the members of the family on which the story is based, and the “Rashomon”-style chapters focus on the individual characters’ perspectives, although in third person, one-chapter-per-character-per-section (the sections being the beginning, middle, and end—apparently the book is too fancy for numbered chapters). Each character’s chapters are sharply distinct, and Smith offers a surprisingly realistic, well-formed insight into the minds of this family. Sometimes the events of the book overlap within characters’ viewpoints, sometimes not. This approach, although it may sound gimmicky, was well executed and, most importantly, keeps the book from becoming same-y. I most enjoyed the narrative of Astrid, the 12-year-old girl, who has a self-absorbed yet authentic disconnect from the relations and soul-searching of her elders.
Still, I am torn about The Accidental, because I am not sure whether it is compelling and intelligent with an edge of self-consciousness, or vice versa. This book is far better than the slow, painful indie film that may someday be made out of it, but then, perhaps this book is actually that film in disguise? Perhaps the form is just masking the content’s true, art-directed self? Either way, the book does not become heavy or precious, and stays interesting even through its lesser moments.
Many others judges will say this, but it’s like apples and oranges. On the one hand, The Accidental is ambitious, creative and insightful while Anansi Boys is rather light and, though personality-infused, not wildly groundbreaking. On the other hand, perhaps The Accidental is trying too hard to do something and Anansi Boys is straightforward and without pretensions. Ultimately, I found The Accidental the more compelling read.
Advancing:
The Accidental
Match Commentary
with Kevin Guilfoile
I have never been especially hip, but until I had a child a few years ago I still considered myself relatively young. Those delusions are long gone. Nowadays I can’t even tolerate clocks that tick because every second feels like a boxing referee counting me down to an agonizing death, and the only thing I know about teenagers is how much they charge for baby-sitting. Until about three days ago, I thought MySpace was one of those bags you put your sweaters in and then sucked out the air with a vacuum cleaner, so I won’t pretend I have any insight into this decision by 17-year-old prog rocker Nell James.
However, I happen to know that Neil Gaiman and his legions have been closely following this competition and without ever having met the guy, I’m more than a little bit afraid of him. And while I don’t doubt that Ali Smith possesses legions of her own and these legions are no less passionate about her work, they also seem considerably less likely to be wielding bats. So I’m going to go ahead and call this the biggest injustice of the tournament so far. Gaiman was robbed like a German tourist walking through Defcon with his Visa number printed on his hat.