Therapy by David Lodge ~ 1995. This edition: Penguin, 1996. Softcover. ISBN: 0-14-025358-0. 321 pages.
My rating: 7/10
I still do not unreservedly love David Lodge.
In fact, until just a few mornings ago, when I set aside what I should have been doing in order to finish up this book, I was more than a little ambiguous about his work, having previously read Changing Places and Nice Work with no more than mild pleasure and a fair bit of tuning out in the more long-winded bits.
This confession out of the way, I must say that I really like what he has done here. Therapy has struck an appealing chord with me, despite its narrator being of the wallowing sort, mired in his narcissistic bog, gazing pensively at his own reflection even as he continues to sink further and further down into a stinking morass of his own making.
Laurence “Tubby” Passmore, serendipitously successful writer of a long-running sitcom, The People Next Door, is feeling down. Really, really down. There’s no logical reason for it, as he continually reminds himself. He’s making more money than he can spend; his thirty-year-old marriage is placid and his university professor wife is keen on keeping up their sex life; his grown children are well launched; he has an outlet for sharing his thoughts with his platonic “mistress” in London, where he keeps a pleasantly-appointed luxury flat for overnight stays; his rural home is a welcome haven after days spent in the city; his posh silver car (the “Richmobile”, of unspecified Japanese make) is absolutely fabulous; and his various therapists – Miss Wu for acupuncture, Dudley for aromatherapy, Roland for physio, and Alexandra the cognitive behaviour therapist – are solicitously caring and even somewhat helpful, giving short periods of relief from his overwhelming emotional blah-ness.
To be sure, there is that nasty thing with his knee, those occasional searing twinges of excruciating pain which occur at random and which have defied surgery, but surely that can’t account for the pervasive feeling of gloom which has settled around him, his eternal angst-ridden state, his abstraction which is starting to affect all of his relationships. But at least things are stable on the home front. For, after all, with three decades of marriage one comes to rather rely on one’s loyal spouse for eternal acceptance and understanding…
While mulling over his own personal Existentialist Dread, and doing a bit of research on the topic as a whole, Laurence happens upon the name of Søren Kierkegaard, the Danish philosopher, and, upon delving into Kierkegaard’s Journal, becomes obsessed with the man, finding – or perhaps more accurately, fabricating – parallels between their two dissimilar lives. As he becomes more and more emotionally involved with the philosopher, Laurence’s grip on his real life loosens even further, which is perhaps why his wife’s calm statement that she is leaving him comes as such an unexpected shock.
Therapy is a lot of fun to read, cringe-worthy narrator and all.
It is divided into four segments, the first being a straightforward, tell-all journal, with Laurence’s musings on the various structures and forms of writing obviously (and most interestingly) reflective of David Lodge’s own thoughts on the topic. The second section of the book is a collection of character portraits of Laurence written by him from the perspective of a number of his intimate associates, followed by a poignant flashback episode to Laurence’s teen years and his first love, the virginal (and staunchly Catholic) Maureen. Here is where the narrative takes an interesting though rather predictable twist, leading into the fourth section, which serves to bring Laurence’s narrative to a conclusion by sending him on a very personal pilgrimage along the road to Santiago de Compostela.
David Lodge is a very engaging writer, being just crude enough in his humour to elicit a certain amount of vulgar snickering, and then soaring away from the muck with some truly poignant bits of prose regarding the human condition and our universal quest for self-knowledge and the eternal why-are-we-here. Occasionally the navel-gazing gets a bit intense, but if one can soldier on one is rewarded by some gloriously funny bits, and some rather terribly true and relatable reminders of the absurdities of interpersonal relationships. (And the actual therapy episodes – of all sorts – are tellingly described and possibly the most deeply humorous bits of the book.)
I found myself mostly in sympathy with Laurence Passmore, despite the ick-factor of Lodge’s detailed descriptions of his sexual woes – for what with Laurence’s age (late fifties), physical condition (not great), and emotional turmoil (excessive), things are getting a bit difficult to, um, sustain in that department – which were kept from being too off-putting by the aforementioned humour of the author. (Though I’ll never be able to look at a bottle of Paul Newman’s Salad Dressing in quite the same innocent way again…)
Laurence/Tubby hits rock bottom, but struggles to his feet, and his redemption, though utterly predictable, left me feeling downright cheerful.
What else? Let’s see…
Grand glimpses of the actual process of creating sit-com episodes; the television studio bits are nicely done.
I rather liked the flashback sequence to Laurence’s teen days and his first love Maureen. Rather sweet, and an interesting excursion into a more innocent(ish) past, teen courtship-wise.
All in all, a decent read in a modern-light-novel sort of way, with the bonus of a mini-course in Kierkegaardian philosophy, delivered quite painlessly.
I do believe I may be reading more of David Lodge in the future, though I will allow a decent interval to pass before tackling him again. Enjoyable as I ultimately found it, I was very ready to be done with this book when I did close the last page; at over 300 pages it was a significant investment of reading time and attention, and there was a certain amount of authorial musing here and there which took some concentration to properly absorb.
Really enjoyed Deaf Sentence by David Lodge.
I haven’t yet come across Deaf Sentence, but from what I’ve heard it is another good one.
I’ve always wondered about David Lodge. When I worked in a bookshop in a university town it was always the middle-aged male profs who bought his books. Then I read that Nice Work is a retelling of Gaskell’s North and South and thought I’d like to give that a try. I’ve had my eye out for it in second-hand shops but have yet to come across a copy. The last section of this one sounds appealing. I’m dying to do a Santiago de Compostela pilgrimage of my own some day.
Oh, yeah – I can see where the middle-aged male profs are coming from – most of David Lodge’s books reference the halls of academe in a less than strictly respectful sort of way; I am sure that reading him is something of a busman’s holiday to many.
Well, I am neither male nor professorial, and I still found much to smile at here. The Santiago section was very nicely done, and managed to set the scene well. I have several friends who have “done” sections of the Santiago quite recently; they go back again and again; it is a wonderful experience as they tell it, and I do hope you have a chance to go on your own pilgrimage one day. 🙂
I’ve never heard of David Lodge before, but this sounds quite up my alley. I don’t tend to mind a healthy dose of navel-gazing, especially if it’s surrounded by humor. Great review, too!
The navel-gazing is the whole point of the thing here; it leads to all of the protagonist’s problems and is the focus of much of the humour. An engaging read, and not at all depressing, despite the narrator’s long run of angst. 🙂
I actually loved Nice Work and Changing Places, but haven’t read any Lodge for years. This sounds great – thanks!
I’m wondering if those two will prove more enticing second time round; I read them during a rather emotionally fraught time in my life and I suspect that this may have been a factor in my difficulty in fully concentrating on what was happening on the page. After this last enjoyable David Lodge, I am more than willing to consider some re-reads, as well as some investigation of the other books recommended in these comments. 🙂
I have had very varying reactions to David Lodge’s different works – I was not very taken with this one, but I love How Far Can You Go? and liked Changing Places and some of the others.
I do believe I have a copy of How Far Can You Go? – though I think it is under an alternate title – that whole American/British edition thing – so I will be keeping an eye out for it as I sort through the stacks looking for diverting spring and summer reads.