The Novel

Author: James A. Michener
Genre: fiction
Publication info: Fawcett Crest, 1991
Pages: 435

This was one of the required "textbooks" for my class. If it was required, then why do I review it here? Because it's a novel, for one thing. And not just any novel, but The Novel. And anyway, I make the rules of this blog.

I think James Michener should get an award for the most creative titles in fiction. After all, he's the one that brought us Texas, Alaska, Hawaii, Space, Mexico, and many others. Probably his most creative title was also his first: "Tales of the South Pacific." And here we have The Novel. It sounds a little pretentious (I keep using that word; one of these days I ought to look it up to make sure I'm using it right) until you realize it's not claiming to be The Novel, as in The Great American Novel, but rather it's a story about what kind of work goes into creating and publishing a novel. That's why we had to read it for my class.

It's a story in four parts, each told from the point of view of a different character: Lukas Yoder, a successful author about to finish up his career; Yvonne Marmelle, his editor at Kinetic Press who becomes consumed by her work; Karl Streibert, a snobby critic who struggles to find his own success; and Jane Garland, devoted fan of Yoder's with plenty of money to throw around. Each story is unique, and although they are interconnected, it is sometimes difficult to see how they form a single, cohesive novel. It's not your typical plot structure. At some points I'm not even sure there is a plot structure.

I don't want to be harsh. Michener is obviously a skilled writer, and I think the point of this novel is to show what it takes to be an author (or editor, or critic, or wealthy person). In this respect I found The Novel enlightening. It clearly takes a lot of work and perseverance to be a successful author. Michener would know.

He does have the habit, though, of including a lot of detail about things that don't seem very important to the story. In Yoder's story, it is food, which I didn't mind too much. In Marmelle's, it is her struggling love life, which I was much less curious about than I was about her editing career. In Streibert's—well, I'd rather not remember those details.

Maybe it's just Michener's style, and I'm just not used to it. At any rate, I'll say that the novel is . . . interesting. Not the best I've ever read, but not the worst, either. From what I can tell from the reviews, if you like Michener's work, you'll like this novel. If you don't like him, or if you don't know him, you'll just have to see for yourself.