“…we, the loudmouths who so cloyingly espouse the unshackling of one’s ideas about work and life…”
“If you don’t want anyone to know about your existence, you might as well kill yourself… You will die, and when you die, you will know a profound lack of dignity.”
There’s been an ongoing dispute over Dave Eggers. His initial novel, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, came out in 2000 (hardbound) and 2001 (trade paperback). Some viewed him as a genius – “like a young Bob Dylan” in the words of the Washington Post – while others just found his writing style to be clever. After reading this book, I tend to concur with the latter group. Eggers is clearly funny and he has an obvious knack for writing humor but content-wise there’s not much here. Heartbreaking is a bit like Seinfeld, which was a TV show about nothing.
Here Eggers fictionalizes his own life, when both of his parents die while he’s in his early twenties and he moves from Lake Forest, Illinois to Berkeley. Oh, and he also takes care of his nine-year-old brother while his sister studies law at Bolt Hall. That’s about it for the plot except for Eggers’s work in starting a magazine and auditioning for The Real World, MTV’s so-called reality show. (Eggers, of course, is not selected to live in the fun house in San Francisco.)
Eggers seems to be at his best when telling shaggy dog stories. For example, he tells a story of when he and a date were jumped on a San Francisco beach by a group of Hispanics. He blames them for stealing his late father’s wallet but the reader figures out halfway through the lark that Eggers left the wallet at home in Berkeley. Not so clever or funny.
Eggers looks back more than once at the 70’s. But this book is actually a throw back to the 60’s, and this is the biggest flaw with Eggers’s not-so-unique style. While the style is entertaining, it’s a blatant return to the Gonzo rock journalism practiced back then by Lester Bangs, Ben Fong-Torres (who appears as himself in the novel The Year of Fog) and others too obvious to mention.
Reading this “work of fiction” in which all the events are said to “have actually happened,” is like hearing a newly formed rock band that sounds like the Beatles and Badfinger. One would be tempted to say, “Good work but we’ve already been there, done that.” Next.
Note: This book was purchased by the reviewer at Powell’s Books in Portland, Oregon.