Kevin Brennan Is Self-Publishing His New Novel
Maybe you recall that in my essay, “Gatecrash,” earlier this year, I hoped aloud that writers might come up with new ways to approach the novel, using other media, tricks with page layouts and white space, and add-ons such as margin notes. Well, someone told me in that context about S., by J. J. Abrams and Doug Dorst. It has everything I could have wished for on these fronts — and more.
The problem is, it’s taking me forever to read the damn thing!
Here’s the set-up. There’s this library book called Ship of Theseus. It even has a library tag on it, and the cover is retro-looking and very cool. It’s a novel by V. M. Straka, a prolific but mysterious 20th century author. But the moment you open the book you see that someone — two people, actually — have written in the margins, at different times and in different inks. They’ve also stuffed the book full of … stuff: letters, postcards, newspaper clippings, napkins with notes on them. Soon it becomes clear that the two are having a lengthy conversation in the margins of the book, and they’re hiding it in a secret spot in the library for each other to find.
Then it becomes clear that they’re working on a mystery — discovering the true identity of Straka, who, as it turns out, may or may not have existed as a real person.
Then there’s the novel itself, which reads as a kind of Homeric journey of a man who doesn’t know who he is or where he came from. Amnesia, don’t you know. Oh, the merry mix-ups!
This project is truly a remarkable experiment in what’s possible in a book. It has so many layers of action — and meaning — that you’re well-advised to take notes as you read. A whole cast of unseen characters comes and goes in the margins, and it’s not long before you realize you have to remember their names. A secret code emerges in the book’s footnotes. There’s a special code wheel for figuring something out, but I still don’t know what.
I’m halfway through the book.
At this point, having bought S. way back in January, I can see it’s going to take me all year to get through this puppy. And therein lies its biggest flaw.
This is a book you have to commit yourself to. You have to read it three or four times to absorb all its complexities. Up front you need to decide if you’re going to: 1) read Ship of Theseus first and then all the margin notes, 2) read them concurrently, or 3) read a chapter of the novel and then its notes before moving on to the next chapter. You get the feeling you’d better leave all the clippings and napkins and postcards where you find them because they could be clues to … something.
Abrams (director of Star Wars: The Force Awakens, as well as, tellingly, the TV series, Lost) and Dorst (author of other novels) have done something incredible with S., but I’m getting the feeling that the target readership is introverted young men of the kind who used to play Dungeons & Dragons, obsessive chess players, bed-ridden xenophobes, and light-deprived hermits. Very very very patient readers who enjoy solving ciphers.
In the distant future, when I’ve finished reading S., I’ll tell you what I ultimately came away with.
If I finish reading S., that is …