The Infinities by John Banville

Tim Rutten
Los Angeles Times (MCT)

This Irish novelist and critic is, without question, one of the great living masters of English-language prose.

The Infinities

Publisher: Knopf Doubleday
Length: 288 pages
Author: John Banville
Price: $25.95
Format: Hardcover
Publication date: 2010-02

Though John Banville likes to say that he writes in "a literary patois" he calls "Hiberno-English", the Irish novelist and critic is, without question, one of the great living masters of English-language prose.

The Infinities — his 15th novel and first work of literary fiction since The Sea, which won the 2005 Man Booker Prize — is a dazzling example of that mastery, as well as of the formal daring and slyly erudite humor that make his novels among the most rewarding available to readers today. In the years since his Booker triumph, Banville has published two superb detective stories under the pseudonym Benjamin Black. The Infinities is emphatically a Banville novel and one that surely will delight his many well-deserved admirers.

Adam Godley, a world-altering mathematician, is dying. While in the midst of a difficult bowel movement — Banville is a wonderfully elegant chronicler of his characters' earthier moments — he suffered a paralyzing stroke. Now, in the "sky room" of Arden, his country house, he awaits death. His utterly dysfunctional family — an alcoholic wife, a lumpish son, a daughter given to self-mutilation, a couple of anxiously problematic pseudo-servants and a wretched disciple-cum-aspiring biographer — have gathered at the great man's bedside.

Banville fans may feel they're — in one sense, at least — on familiar ground. Three of his previous novels have explored science and, particularly mathematics — Doctor Copernicus (1976), Kepler (1981) and The Newton Letter (1982) — and it's clear that the ambiguous ground between quantitative certainty and aesthetic assertion preoccupies this writer in a particular way. The formal structure of his new novel is the key to its narrative exposition. Banville evokes and simultaneously subverts the classical unities — all the action takes place in a single day; there is progress from light into darkness.

Indeed, the first and most obvious of the narrative conceits is that the old, Homeric gods are once more alive and the storytelling voice is that of Hermes, who begins his tale with this luscious bit of exposition:

Of all the things we fashioned for them that they might be comforted, dawn is the one that works. When darkness sifts from the air like fine soft soot and light spreads slowly out of the east then all but the most wretched of humankind rally. It is a spectacle we immortals enjoy, this minor daily resurrection, often we will gather at the ramparts of the clouds and gaze down upon them, our little ones, as they bestir themselves to welcome the new day. What silence falls upon us then, the sad silence of our envy.

Formally, The Infinities is — on one level, at least — a gloss on the German Romantic playwright Heinrich von Kleist's retelling of the story of Amphitryon and indeed, within the first few pages, a lustful Zeus has descended to take the form of the younger Adam Godley and has ravished his beautiful, young actress wife, recently cast in a production of Kleist's play.

As it happens, though, it isn't lust but love that befuddles the gods here.

This love, this mortal love, is of their own making," Hermes muses, "the thing we did not intend, foresee or sanction. How then should it not fascinate us?... It is as if a fractious child had been handed a few timber shavings and a bucket of mud to keep him quiet only for him promptly to erect a cathedral...

Within the precincts of this consecrated house they afford each other sanctuary, excuse each other their failings, their sweats and smells, their lies and subterfuges, above all their ineradicable self-obsession. This is what baffles us, how they wriggled out of our grasp and somehow became free to forgive each other for all that they are not.

Banville's narrative is salted with clues to his intentions — historical and technological details are oddly off kilter. The elder Adam is dying with all the apparatus of contemporary state-of-the art medicine deployed at his bedside, while outside a steam-powered train stops each morning near his country house.

The household vehicles are powered by a mixture of brine, and Mary Queen of Scots is mis-recalled as "Gloriana" — the victor over her cousin, Elizabeth. Adam the mathematician's revolutionary contribution is the proof that Einstein et al were hopelessly wrong and that an infinite number of parallel universes exist.

Hence this novel's world, in which the classical unities are fulfilled utterly by the continued existence and intervention of the old gods. Adam's insight is a revelation which — in post-modern fashion — nonetheless brings him little satisfaction:

The majority of them I despised. How they fawned and flattered when they saw at last the irrefragable rightness of what I had made. But then, did I not despise myself, also, myself and my work, my capitalized Work, of which I am supposed to be so vain?

Oh, not that I think my achievement is less than anyone else's... only it is not enough for me. You take the point. The world is always ready to be amazed, but the self, that lynx-eyed monitor, sees all the subterfuges, all the cut corners, and is not deceived.

In a recent interview, Banville remarked:

I am essentially a religious type. In my teens I gave up Catholicism, and at the same time I started writing. Writing keeps me at my desk, constantly trying to write a perfect sentence. It is a great privilege to make one's living from writing sentences. The sentence is the greatest invention of civilization. To sit all day long assembling these extraordinary strings of words is a marvelous thing...

For me, a line has to sing before it does anything else. The great thrill is when a sentence that starts out being completely plain suddenly begins to sing, rising far above itself and above any expectation I might have had for it. That's what keeps me going on those dark December days when I think about how I could be living instead of writing.

The novelist's work is to assemble a parallel universe out of such sentences, which is what gives The Infinities both its elegance and its force.


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