| First Among Sequels | ||||||||
| Jasper Fforde | ||||||||
| Viking, 384 pages | ||||||||
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A review by David Soyka
It also pokes fun at a literary theory called reader-response criticism (which perhaps explains its publication in a
magazine with highbrow pretensions). The theory posits that reading is not a passive experience in which the author
bestows meaning through plot, tone of voice, symbolism, metaphor and all those other things you learned about in high
school English class; rather, the reader is an active agent whose "experience" of the text also determines a story's
meaning, even if that meaning is at variance with authorial intention. Allen takes that notion to the absurdism of
the reader literally appearing in the novel and interacting with its characters. Much fun ensues.
Jasper Fforde has taken that joke and turned it into a multi-volume series (as well as "special features" and "deleted
scenes" you can access on the author's web site), featuring Thursday Next, of which First Among Sequels is the
latest. Actually, according to the Fforde web site, it is the first part of "the next four parter," the first four
parter having taken place in an alternate England of 1980s, with this next sequence beginning fourteen years later. You
might think the joke could be wearing thin by this point, but the great thing about the satire beat is that the human
condition provides so much material to work with. For example,
Here's the overall premise as begun in The Eyre Affair. In the alternate England of 1984 (obvious literary joke
there, among tons of others because, after all, that's the point), people get as excited about literature as they do about
football (translation, soccer, the sport that's actually played with the feet), so right from the start we're in
fantasyland. Thursday, a literary detective on the hunt of a manuscript theft, is at one point saved by Edward
Rochester stepping right of Jane Eyre, a copy of which in her pocket has stopped an otherwise fatal
bullet. Among various plot complications, which frequently hinge upon time travel, Thursday is able to go through
a Prose Portal to actually enter the world of Jane Eyre (see Kugelmass above). Thursday either has to capture escaped
characters or fix plot resolutions. And so forth and so on…
Flash forward hurriedly to First Among Sequels. Thursday is now a fiftyish wife and mother. Her son could
become very important in the future, but seems to be acting in contradiction to the self he's supposed to become,
which upsets some folks in the future, including his future self. If that weren't sufficiently confusing, one of
Thursday's daughters doesn't really exist. The series is full of these kind of paradoxes, so the jokes are not
only literary, but scientific and spiritual as well as genre related.
Thursday's husband is an unsuccessful novelist supposedly unaware that her seemingly regular job at a carpet store
is a front for her continuing covert activities as a Special Ops agent working in Jurisification, charged with
ensuring that everything goes as the authors intended in Bookworld (i.e., all the books ever written). Bookworld
houses an elaborate Victorian-esque "operating system" in which novels are physically constructed much like
theater stages and actors play character roles. It's Thursday's job to make sure the characters follow the
script and the stage settings abide the narration.
Further complicating matters, and further layering on the jokes about narrative strategies and alternate universes,
is that Thursday's adventures have been published in four volumes that bear the same titles as the ones Jasper
Fforde has written, but evidently recount a different version of events than the ones we might have read. Thursday
Next herself feels the books are inaccurate recountings of her life. And she certainly doesn't like the way
she is portrayed.
Plus, there's The Great Samuel Pepys Fiasco, presenting a warmer, more sensitive, new age-ish kind of
Thursday Next, which may be why it was remaindered within six months. Don't try to find this book, because it
doesn't exist anywhere except in the pages of First Among Sequels, for reasons that are part of the plot.
Now, the fact that there are books written about her means that other versions of Thursday exist. As it happens,
part of the "real" Thursday Next's job in Jurisfiction is to train a cadet who is the very same wimpy Thursday from
the The Great Samuel Pepys Fiasco. The "real" Thursday hasn't high hopes for the cadet passing muster. Meanwhile,
the Thursday of the first four books has her sights on taking over as the "real" Thursday Next.
Somewhere, Philip K. Dick is smiling.
And I haven't begun to touch on all the subplots. Suffice it to say, is that fans will find the usual suspects they've
come to expect in a Thursday Next novel, including Jack Schitt and the Goliath Corporation. Then there are some new
things, like cheese smuggling and the Stupidity Surplus.
Bemused English majors will smirk wryly at the inter-genre wars, as well as the feebleminded attempt by the Council
of Genres to make books more interactive to counter flagging readership levels and the public's penchant for reality
TV. Can Thursday Next save the day?
Well, of course, because One of Our Thursdays is Missing, an actual book, at least in our reality, is
scheduled for release in 2009. Here's looking forward to what's Next.
David Soyka is a former journalist and college teacher who writes the occasional short story and freelance article. He makes a living writing corporate marketing communications, which is a kind of fiction without the art. |
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