Thursday, January 6, 2011

YOU BRIGHT AND RISEN ANGELS by William T. Vollmann

Readers of my last post of 2010 (see below) will not be surprised to learn that I began 2011 with a reading of William Vollmann's 1987 debut novel. You Bright and Risen Angels is much more than a promising first novel. It is an annunciation of the arrival of a writer who seems to have sprung fully mature from the North American earth. It's one of the most audacious, self-assured first novels I have ever read, and while it falls easily into the comic/satirical line that stretches from Don Quixote and Tristram Shandy through Lewis Carroll and Mikhail Bulgakov to George Orwell and Thomas Pynchon, Vollmann's novel largely fights free of its influences and seems a sui generis work of American fiction. On one level, the book is a 1980s Silicon Valley compu-serf's revenge fantasy, a fantastically elaborate literalization of the computer 'bugs' that are every programmer's bane. Around this kernel of an idea, Vollmann imagines a dystopic America defined by four competing (and sometimes cooperating) systems: fascistic corporations, violent anti-corporate revolutionaries, sentient bugs (beetles, ants, etc.); and the force of electricity itself, the mysterious "blue globes" that hold the fundamental power in Vollmann's world. While Animal Farm is an obvious precursor, Vollmann eschews the paint-by-numbers allegory of Orwell's satire for something less easily legible and more complex--and insofar as it is more complex, both more 'realistic' and more akin to the satirical style of Pynchon's biography of Byron the Bulb in Gravity's Rainbow. Vollmann's leading reactionary, the aptly-named industrialist Mr. White, is neither Edison nor Ford nor Carnegie nor Rockefeller nor Westinghouse nor Tesla, but an amalgamation of the worst qualities of all those men, with unhealthy doses of Lester Maddox and Adolph Hitler tossed in for bad measure. And while the author's sympathies clearly lie with the revolutionaries who oppose Mr. White, they are also portrayed as cold-blooded slaughterers of the innocent. Neither right nor left escapes the barbs of Vollmann's satire, and one of the most discomforting questions this novel implies (and answers negatively) is: Can there be a revolution without revolutionary murder? Has there ever been one, even one? (The American Revolution gave us the Gnaddenhutten massacre; Gandhi's 'peaceful revolution' was accompanied by ferocious sectarian violence; one might mention the "Revolution of 1688" in England, but that was really more an international palace coup.) Vollmann challenges armchair leftists to be honest with themselves and cease all talk of 'revolution' unless they're willing to accept responsibility for the violence that real revolution entails.

This is but one level of a novel that overflows with meaning and incident. I've mentioned some of its higher-class precursors, but this book also partakes of pulp science fiction, comic books, TV cartoons (Vollmann subtitles the novel "A Cartoon") and the adrenaline-fueled absurdities of 1980s action movies. There's an impossible prison break that seems lifted from a Stallone film; there are major characters named Parker and Wayne (the 'real' names of Spiderman and Batman, respectively); there are people who look like plants, and bugs that pass for people; one character can stretch like Plasticman, others are so tediously nerdy they would be expelled from a John Hughes film. Vollmann expertly juggles his characters and commands a complicated nonlinear narrative with more finesse than most older writers could muster. (And as though to underline his youth, the first edition of this novel sports an author photo in which the 27-ish author looks about 17.) His energy flags only near the end, when the overlong "Blue Globes Forever" chapter threatens to stall the book out before the last of its 600+ pages. Fortunately, Vollmann's enigmatic and in-your-face "Author's Note" (which I remember hearing him read aloud on Michael Silverblatt's "Bookworm" radio program sometime in the 1990s) saves us from an otherwise disappointing ending.

4 comments:

Eric Ratzel said...

Brian,

I too inaugurated this year with a reading of this book. I will not tarnish one of the many morals of the book and pretend this event a mere "whimsical" chance–as surely as neither was Wayne's Swizzle-Stick gift to Parker a chance occurrence.

Not that you seem to be making an argument in the review, but I wonder at your one discrete and positive claim: that the near-ending chapter, Blue Globes Forever, might have been a mis-fire on Vollmann's part. I wonder at this? I thought it was a nice diffusion of the momentum from the previous, perpetually climatic 100 previous pages or so. But not wanting to limit my rebuttal to a description of contrary reader's affect, I think, furthermore, that the book's unity is only filled out with such a final episode of sorts. As I understood it, the whole political schema working itself in the novel was never more than an insignificant tryst among several loosely acquainted persons; but, of course, as the novel proceeds, this becomes less and less prominent, and before long, the action unfolds in a global–even inter-stellar pace Blakler–portent. But after all, it's not supposed to be that; it's supposed to be a cartoon. So these megalithic proportions must be de-charged, through a series of step-down transformers, so to speak, much like (to beat this overly obvious metaphor to death) the Revolutionaries' treatment of the Blue-Globes captured in the first raid on the Society of Daniel. Frank's boredom does this perfectly–which is to say, it perfectly bores the reader; and that is just the point. Because as you mention, just previous this we get scenes that could figure in a Sylvester Stallone movie.

Anyway, this is just to say; I'm glad to find a kindred spirit who had the same idea at the same time: to read Bright and Risen Angels in 2011.

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Joe Miller said...

Brian, I'm taking my first tentative steps towards acquiring a few of Vollmann's works. Other than the ones that you've reviewed, would you recommend any of the others (Fathers And Crows, for example)?

BRIAN OARD said...

Joe,

I've only read a relative handful of Vollmann (You Bright and Risen Angels, The Atlas, Europe Central, parts of Rising Up and Rising Down, and a tiny bit of Rainbow Stories) and I've yet to embark on the brilliant-sounding "Seven Dreams" series, but I can tell you that the best introduction/guide to Vollmann yet written is Larry McCaffrey's 'Introduction' to Expelled from Eden: A William T. Vollmann Reader. This book is the best place to begin any exploration of Vollmann's works--even given the fact that he's so damn prolific this 2004 anthology is already several books out of date.

Joe Miller said...

I can confirm that Fathers And Crows is worth the read. It's REALLY dense, but I feel that it will be remembered as one of the few classic works of the nineties.