valerie trueblood's seven loves  (2006)
commentary by peter quinones
published 20 january 2007
 
the art of fiction | volume 2 number 3
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"A good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life. -John Milton
 
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Peter Quinones (eMailWeb site), a resident of Brooklyn, New York, is currently working on a book about contemporary literature and its relationship to the culture as a whole. Several notable authors, interviewed by Peter for The Bohemian Aesthetic, are assisting him with that project.
 
 
 
Publisher: Back Bay Books; Reprint edition
(14 June 2007)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0316066389
ISBN-13: 978-0316066389
 
 
 

 
 
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Seven Loves whispered to me from a bookstore shelf—among dozens of other titles, case displays, signs announcing readings and special events, specials and bestsellers, even other shoppers. Somehow, inexplicably, it found me. Once inside, I happened across so many people I've known in this, my life: the mother of a hopelessly drug-addicted teenager who hankers continually for extrication, against all evidence and reason; the once strong, healthy and articulate teacher turned, by age, into a vegetable; the married person experiencing that once-in-a-lifetime whirlwind affair that, momentarily, takes her breath away. I felt a rare communion with this fiction.


Some novels may be enjoyed and appreciated by practically anyone over the age of eighteen. Others, in order to be enjoyed, might require a certain level of knowledge or a particular brand of temperament. Still others—let's say those of Toni Morrison, Thomas Pynchon, or William Faulkner—require a level of concentration, study and attention that many readers simply won't be willing to give. This, Valerie Trueblood's first novel, in my opinion, has a somewhat unusual requirement: to be fully absorbed as it's meant to be absorbed.

 
 
Trueblood
 
 

My thought is that its reader should to be, at least, in the forty to forty-five year old age bracket—first, because until one arrives at that age, it's nearly impossible to comprehend how the strands of life unfold; and, second, because none of us really begins to consider our lives, in the way Trueblood suggests we do, before reaching that age. Indeed, what Seven Loves does is present a theory of those elements of which a biography—yours, mine, anybody's—truly consists.

 

The book concerns one woman, May, and the seven large, dominating episodes of her life. It's absolutely stunning to witness the manner in which the author puts across the totality of the aura, mystery, and events of her character's long life—her complete journey from childhood to death—in what amounts to a comparatively short novel. This kind of counter-Joycean approach reminded me of the way spare, spaced lines of cool jazz reacted against the busy, technically difficult style of Bebop in the Fifties (a shaky analogy, perhaps, but my feeling, nonetheless).


The point is that the minutiae doesn't matter; the big occurrences do.


Imagine you're sitting in a theater watching a film of your life, one which proceeds in true chronology. Imagine, further, that you're given the task of splicing, out of that film, its seven most important incidents, and stringing them together—not in chronological order but by how you'd rank them, with respect to their psychological or emotional importance to you. If you can do this, you'll have a good idea of how Seven Loves reads.


Chapter
       
Chapters in Chronological Order of May's Life
1
     
5
2
2
3
3
4
4
5
6
6
7
7
1


Now, in reality, telling a story out of order isn't very new. I believe it goes all the way back to Ford Madox Ford's The Good Soldier. There's novelty, however, in Trueblood's more postmodern approach, insofar as there's no plot of which to speak, as such. Interconnectedness, yes, but no plot. Some of the people who are highlighted in one chapter show up as supporting players in others. Irony and coincidence—the kinds of things that a young person doesn't fully get because he/she hasn't fully encountered them, yet—abound. The matter of interest that a heretofore insignificant or unknown person may suddenly acquire in our lives—in a moment, without warning—is demonstrated with great skill and depth of feeling. It's probably wisest to review the novel chapter by chapter, with a brief glance at the "love" with which each one is specifically busied.


1. Jackie | As the book opens, May is seventy-four years old. Retired and widowed, she now works in an office after a lifetime of teaching high school English. The "love" of this chapter is Jackie, twenty-four, a co-worker. This is how May thinks of her:


At seventy four, she is in love. Or not love. What is it? A consuming interest in another person—a person of not much interest, really, she thinks in bewilderment—has seized her, so that she looks forward to even the mildest encounters at work.

Jackie has numerous insecurities, isn't very bright, and has lost her two children in court (although, as a matter of practicality, her deadbeat husband has returned them to her). But Jackie has a quality that keeps her in the forefront of the consciousness of everyone she meets: she's drop dead beautiful:


But there is her beauty. Wherever she goes—in her car, on the street, in stores—she is pointed out. In the building, their floor is known as the one where Jackie gets off the elevator. Her beauty is a pollen shaken onto all of them. She could be looking out over ruins, over oceans, a stone woman holding up a roof.


Why would May be so interested? At first this seems contrived and preposterous; but, as the chapter and book play out, we begin to see the malleability built into the story, a piece of clay to be bent and molded. Later, we'll see Jackie's connection to another person who plays a huge role in May's life, a person who was involved with her son, Nick. Although we don't meet Nick in the first chapter, we're provided with allusions. The first happening in the yarn involves a young mother and her small child passing by May, with the mom jokingly asking, "Should we keep her?" This early, we're ignorant of the import this holds for May, but it represens deft narrative construction.


2. Nathanael | Here, we jump back from the relative present to 1960. May is at a teachers' conference in Chicago, where she meets the man with whom she'll have her single extramarital affair, a black school principal named Nathanael. They live far apart, are both happily married with families, and know, from the start, that their involvement can't last. They meet desperately, three times before Nathanael calls it off for good; to enhance the sense of drama, Trueblood utilizes one of the oldest plot contrivances in literature—May gets pregnant. She assumes the baby to be Nathanael's and realizes she has no choice but to tell her husband, Cole, about the tryst. She confesses; but, to everyone's surprise, the child turns out to be Cole's—looks exactly like him, even has one of his distinctive facial characteristics. Trueblood sets the amourette against the backdrop of the 1960 presidential campaign, caving in to the universal temptation among writers to identify with Kennedy and The New Frontier (even to the point where we learn that Nathanael, swept up in the idealism of the times, actually leaves education to go into politics, becoming the mayor of his town).


Nathanael is one of two of the seven loves who doesn't meet any of the others, who doesn't have any interaction with a substantial part of May's social network; and, in this way, Trueblood emphasizes how a brief, singular, intense relationship can live in time, in memory, almost as though a tangible thing locked in an icebox of the mind for many, many years.


3. Cole
| It's interesting that while May's husband and son are counted among the loves, her daughters, Vera and Laura, who both play fairly prominent roles throughout, are not. She's caught up with her menfolk in large, dramatic ways that it's impossible for her and her daughters to approximate. There are emotional scenes in Cole's chapter, and in Nick's, that make us tremble, even weep if we so allow, while the girls are coolly efficient, make lives and careers of their own, in fact, don't appear to need their mother beyond a certain juncture in their lives. May never sees her daughters in vulnerable situations as she does her husband and son, nor is she vulnerable around them.


This chapter swings back and forth between a scene at a Canadian resort in the 1970s and the time of the couple's courtship in the years before World War II. May is troubled by the revelation that, a few years prior, a young woman lost her husband at the resort and he was never found. Her anxiety over this is intercut with those days so long ago when she fell in love with Cole and stole him from the other woman to whom he was engaged. Her remembrance is stirred by her observation of a young couple, first in the lobby and later in the hot baths. She imagines herself giving them advice about their future, then she recreates the horror that the girl who lost her husband must have felt, and subsequently feels an urgent need to locate her husband in the pool among the throngs of other bathers, panicking when, at first, she can't, and then feeling tremendous relief and comfort when she does. This remarkable passage clues us in:


She had forgotten this look of his, and that was her own doing, misplacing it along with so much else in the merciless forgetfulness, the oblivion of marriage, for he always showed this pleasure when he had been waiting for her and she appeared, did he not?


4. Nick | In the course of her saga, Trueblood frequently comments on the disconnect between people of May's generation and contemporary youth. May meditates consistently on the mysterious ways of teens—those in her classes at school and those she observes at random on the streets of Seattle. A couple of times, I found myself wondering about this because it seems as though she has knowledge of the seedier side of these kids, knowledge that a woman such as herself shouldn't have. But then, upon a second and third reading, I saw how much I'd missed. For example: "They know May had a son, as well as daughters."


In the chapter on her son, it's revealed that he's always been "secretly, deeply favored" in her heart, but this favoring can't be anything tangible. It has to spring forward from some kind of ineffable viscerality, an almost purely emotive entity that no one is able to verbally access. May casts around in the chambers of her mind for reasons ("incompatible chemicals"; "your grandmother was a devotee of Kropotkin"; and a somewhat disappointing discourse on how, first, a lot of boys—this is in the sixties and seventies—in the school began to show signs of drug problems, soon followed by the girls), but none really come to the fore as adequate explanations. There's also a subplot, having to do with a cat, that surprisingly influences where one of May's daughters ends up with her husband and family, a beautiful stroke of storytelling excellence.


5. Arne
| This is one about which I'll remain silent.


6. Sven | At the end of her long life, May has had several strokes; in a home, we meet a whole new cast of characters: Mr. Dempsey, a former union official who's her best friend among the other patients; Nita and Nalda, twin sisters—apart most of their adult lives and, now, reunited; Renee, a Haitian worker; and Sven, also an employee, a rowdy punk rocker who drives the van on outings and performs tasks for the group such as sneaking in porn magazines for Dempsey or foods that the house nutritionist has forbidden anyone to have.


May is in bad shape: "No one would promise her that another stroke wouldn't finish her or, worse, not finish her." For obvious reasons, young Sven reminds her of her son. When she accidentally walks in on Sven and Renee engaged in wild lovemaking, the remark "It's only May" cuts; when she watches Sven seethe with quiet jealousy at the visits of Renee's ex husband, it's as if this sparks memories of her uncut life, hitting her in the face as would a concrete slab.


The resolution of this chapter—and, thus, of her life—is something each reader has to ponder in his/her own way. By placing it where she does, however, Trueblood signals that, perhaps, one or two pieces of critical information have yet been withheld from us. Specifically, readers should be searching for instances of medical doctors and piano players.


7. Anna
| All along, we've gotten quick glimpses of the mother and her activist political beliefs. Now, the final chapter of the book takes us back to May's early life with her parents and her sister, Carrie (name checking Dreiser?), who figured prominently in a prior attempt to straighten out Nick. From early on, the mother is an anarchist. This is how she meets May's father, while picketing for her cause:


The girl who was to be May's mother handed him a leaflet that said KEEP OUT. Out of the war, it meant, the Great War.


A
peripheral perspective is now obtained on the bloodshed of the twentieth century; we've seen the story of May's life open up against the background of the first world war, the second, and Vietnam. At the finish, we witness her mother's political zeal jet utterly out of control, as when she reads May a story by "the sweet Kropotkin" that is totally inappropriate for a child, or makes a fool of herself by giving a speech to unemployed workers who taunt and jeer her. As always, this chapter reflexively sheds light on earlier ones—comments on them, bolsters them, makes us see them anew. Crucially, here, we find the link from a woman named Anna Olafsson back to Arne, from Chapter 5.


Seven Loves carries great weight. I rarely have anything too negative to say about the novels I discuss, here; but this book is truly exceptional in every way. I expect that, over the course of many years, I'll return to it often—for advice, for wisdom, and for instruction in the kinds of things that really matter.

 

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