Joshua Ferris' The Unnamed.

Reading between the lines.
Jan. 11 2010 6:52 AM

The Curse of the Open Road

Escaping the office is no picnic in Joshua Ferris' new novel.

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This deeply unromantic individual forced into the wilderness can't adapt—can't make the best of his new situation. On his walks, as at his desk, Tim largely ignores his surroundings. Asked by his wife to describe what he sees en route, Tim draws a blank. He tries harder, then comes up with tourist-level observations made more banal with bland comparisons: "I saw the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Even at this time of year, people are sitting on the steps out front like it's the Fourth of July." Nor does he achieve some new appreciation for the body he once treated as a typing machine. Rather than approaching "oneness" (that "something more than mind thinking"), Tim begins to think of his legs as separate from himself—a division Ferris represents through schizophrenic dialogue.

"You hang on the wheel of fortune. I rise upward on angel's wings. You turn in the gyre. I dream of old lovers with youthful smiles."
Sorry, pal, we're in this together.
"Prove it!" he cried.
What is a wing? What is a smile?
"You can't be smart," he said. "Only I can be smart."
I'm evolving, replied the other.

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This confrontation with the mind-body problem is precisely the sort of big-picture issue that Tim the busy lawyer regularly avoided. It is also madness, in the clinical sense. After one of several hospitalizations, Tim starts taking anti-psychotic drugs. And they help; he raves less—backing away from the mysticism that he can separate his mind from his body, admitting that the mind is indeed "captive" to "[t]he body's decay." Needless to say, admission does not give way to acceptance. Tim takes pleasure in treating his errant legs like an enemy. If a grueling walk takes him miles from some intended destination, he refuses to rest. He makes the most of the hours when he's in control and retraces his footsteps, exacerbating his ever-more-severe injuries.

As in his debut, Ferris' prose is often flat, or else clunky with stillborn attempts at lyricism. "Overcast was riveted to the sky as gray to a battleship" sounds like the obviously wrong answer to an SAT analogy. In flashes, however, he abandons realism to great effect. After long marches, Tim sometimes finds himself in an apocalyptic landscape: "Wildfires burned across several square miles, closing highways and forcing evacuations. The rainless summer and the wind and the lightning had turned the brush border between counties into kindling. Flames left charred contrails in the land resembling the scars of comets running aground on the face of the ground." Heavily reminiscent of Cormac McCarthy's end-of-days novel The Road, such passages reinforce that the world Tim's disease forces him into—the one without petty and not-so-petty goals—is bleak, ravaged, unfit for human life. Not that civilization is particularly hospitable. The strip malls, stale hotels, and highway overpasses that Tim encounters are just a different sort of "charred contrail." So again, The Unnamed avoids easy binaries: Office work and suburban sprawl lack and perhaps even deny grandeur, but without these distractions, there's nothing at all.

Building from the basic conceit of grand mal restless leg syndrome, Ferris gestures toward the culturally relevant issues he sets in motion, like the modern obsession with diagnosis. Long after Tim accepts that he'll never be well, he continues to seek a medical explanation for what ails him. But his affliction has neither precedent nor name. On a couple of occasions, Ferris nudges his readers to consider the possibility of a godly provenance. Is the unnamable to blame for the unnamed? I am that I am; it is what it is. Ferris also rummages around the domestic sphere. What is loyalty in the face of such implacable uncertainty? At what point does loving solicitude prevent a sick person, or his caretaker, from confronting the loneliness of a radically changed life? Being "tied down" takes on new meaning when Tim asks his wife and daughter to manacle him to his bed—a vain effort to thwart his wandering. A baggy novel, The Unnamed is frustrating to read. Characters drop in, clamor for attention, then vanish. Specific themes fade into more existential explorations. Subplots bend into narrative cul-de-sacs. One John Grisham-like storyline, about a lunatic who may have murdered Tim's client's wife, approaches conclusion before disappearing completely. Perhaps just as frustrating: This frustration is, in itself, a sign of the novel's success. It takes an often-rudderless, unstructured novel to make palpable Tim's rudderless, unstructured existence. You may find yourself compelled, in an inexorable, Tim-like way, to keep turning the pages—to see what happens next to this character trapped "in the present, above time," with only the most tenuous grasp of his own future.

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Juliet Lapidos is a former Slate associate editor.

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