232 pages, The
Friday Project
by Harry
Karlinsky
Review
by J. S. Colley
Note: I received
a free copy for review purposes.
As is so often
the case, I fashioned a brilliant review of this book while lying in bed last
night. Too bad I didn’t get up and write it down, because I can’t remember a
word of it this morning.
Figures.
But, I’ll give it
another go now that I’m fully awake and have two cups of coffee in my system.
Here goes (mind you, it won’t be half as brilliant as the one that resided in
my head last night):
The title of this
book intrigued me. Nothing appeared odd about it at all: inanimate objects do
change over time, don’t they? Take, for instance, aircraft. As an example, one
might start with the hot air balloon and end with the Curiosity spacecraft. The
two couldn’t be more different, yet they both, at their basic function, perform
the same task. And don’t antiques develop a patina, a character of their own,
by absorbing—or shedding off—atoms over time? That might be stretching the term
“evolution” a little, but not as much as Thomas Darwin, the subject of this
book, stretches this idea.
The story begins
when Harry Karlinsky, the author, starts a research project at Ontario’s London
Asylum and happens to come across the surname Darwin. Karlinsky’s curiosity is
piqued, and he sets out to learn if the person admitted to the hospital on July
2, 1879 was any relation to the famed naturalist, Charles Darwin. He soon
discovers the person noted in the ledgers is, indeed, the last child of Charles
and Emma Darwin. Through the personal correspondence between the Darwin family,
recorded history, and the asylum records, Karlinsky pulls together the story of
Thomas. The reader understands this is a work of fiction from the proclamation
printed on the front cover stating it is a novel.
But where does
fact end and fiction begin? It is sometimes hard to tell. Replete with charts,
sketches, and footnotes, the novel sets the
reader on a venture to find out. For someone who loves puzzles, and scavenger
hunts, this is an added bonus. I even started to wonder if Mr. Karlinsky
was part of the ruse. But, after hard investigation, my conclusion is that he
does exist. I could be wrong, and, if I am, then someone went to a lot of
trouble to make him appear to be a real person.
Other questions nagged
at me; questions I find hard to articulate: Is Karlinsky poking fun at Darwin’s
theories, or did he write this story simply for the entertainment factor? Is
Karlinsky, a psychiatrist, telling us not to take ourselves too seriously? Is
he telling us genius can often be misconstrued as insanity, or vice versa? I
find myself wondering why Karlinsky chose to write about this subject. And I’m
left with a nagging feeling I should be taking away something more from this
novel than I can comprehend at the moment.
For this
reason, I’m not sure if the novel was to be taken seriously, or humorously, or
perhaps both. I found it both. The most humorous is Thomas’s conviction that if
he places two pieces of cutlery on top of one another at night, in the morning
they will have joined together to become an entirely unique piece. The saddest
aspect of the story is a small miscommunication, a line or two in a letter from
a mentor, causes the fictitious Thomas to travel to Canada without first
confronting his father over the misunderstanding, which leads the young man to
be isolated from his family in a time of need.
I had an affinity with Thomas. I could see myself
coming up with some wild idea similar to his and obsessing over it; but, for
someone with an underlying propensity, obsession over a quirky idea can easily
lead to mental illness, as it does in the case of Thomas. Another reason
for Thomas’s apparent mental instability is hinted at when he is introduced by
his older brother to the idea that offspring produced by the pairing of close
relatives often have defects. Since Charles and Emma are first cousins, this
could be a possibility.
The author does a
great job of making you believe the “facts.” The documentation and personal
correspondence seem very real. But, while I
could intuit the human story behind the clinical observations, as a reader, I
yearned for the experience of understanding Thomas from a different approach. I
would love to read this story as a true novel—a “fictional” historical fiction,
if you will.
What bogged me down most was the author’s propensity
to use a lot of parenthetical elements in his writing, exactly what one would
expect in a clinical paper. This, combined with the ever-intrusive footnotes,
created a sort of back-and-forth that brought me out of the story at times.
Still, I thought this was an interesting premise cleverly delivered. I could
have used less of the clinical and more of the human story, but I appreciate
the authenticity the clinical approach lent to the telling.
The Evolution of Inanimate Objects is definitely a different, quirky, and interesting novel—the kind The Friday
Project is known to deliver.
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