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178 pages, Hardcover
First published April 7, 2020
The only place I went wrong, he writes, was expecting things to be perfect.
Sometimes when he was dealing with people, he felt like he was operating one of those claw machines on a boardwalk, those shovel things where you tried to scoop up a prize but the controls were too unwieldy and you worked at too great a remove.----------------------------------------
“Sometimes,” she said musingly, “you can think back on your life and almost believe it was laid out for you in advance, like this plain clear path you were destined to take even if it looked like nothing but brambles and stobs at the time. You know?”The Tech Hermit has a life. I guess you could call it that. Micah Mortimer, in his mid-forties, has a modest clientele, and almost makes a living from his house-call tech-support enterprise. In addition, he gets a free apartment in return for being the part-time superintendent in his Baltimore apartment building. He has a schedule he follows slavishly. Monday is floor-mopping day. Tuesday is trash day. Wednesday night he takes out the recycling bins, and dusts his apartment, strips the linens from the daybed and does his laundry. Fridays is vacuuming. He enjoys going out for a run every morning, before the streets become cluttered with people. (A preferred state. He even fantasizes about how great it would be if a neutron bomb left the landscape, but removed all those irritating humans.) He even has an undemanding girlfriend, Cass. Their get togethers are also scheduled. What is not scheduled is that she is suddenly facing eviction, and Micah is too cut off to think he should offer to let her stay with him. And then an eighteen-year-old boy shows up at his apartment, believing Micah to be his father. Definitely not on the schedule.
You would be the same way if you’d been reared in a household where the cat slept in the roasting pan.Tyler’s look at family is always a delight, this one reminiscent of You Can’t Take It With You, or, likelier, many of her prior, award-winning novels. Maybe he was not the right person to be raised the only boy in the family, with several sisters, and a general aura of chaos.
Micah always thought that of course his sisters would choose to be waitresses. Restaurants had the same atmosphere of catastrophe that prevailed in their own homes, with pots clanking and glassware clashing and people shouting “Coming through!” and “Watch you head!” and “Help! I’m in the weeds!” A battlefield atmosphere, basically.Not helpful was a bad experience he had in a startup business, the undertaking of which entailed him leaving college early. He has also suffered serial disappointments in his dealings with entities lacking chips. The relationships he got into with women always seemed to end with her leaving and him broken. It gets tough going out there again and again, when it seems that every time you extend a hand, someone cuts it off. Keeping the blinders on is a way of staying safe. Also, a way of staying in place.
He hadn’t always thought marriage was messy. But each new girlfriend had been a kind of negative learning experience.Micah’s blinders may keep him from getting that Cass wants him to invite her to move in, and keep him oblivious to the flirtations from the 50-something dating machine in apartment 1B, and the invitations from a Tech Nerd client that have nothing to do with technical support. Jogging sans glasses, he even has trouble seeing clearly things that he passes on his run, a defective I/O system that is definitely in need of repair.
Sometimes I don’t manage to keep them endearing, and if that happens, I ditch them. It takes me two or three years to write a novel. I certainly don’t want to spend all that time living with someone unlikable.One thing about that 24-36 month duration is that the author puts every one of those months to good use. This is a short book, coming in at a crisp 192 pages. Like many masters of her trade, Tyler is adept at honing her output down to only the necessary.
In an interview in 1976, discussing Faulkner, Tyler said, “If it were possible to write like him I wouldn’t. I disagree with him. I want everyone to understand what I’m getting at.” As Katharine Whittemore wrote of Tyler in a superb essay in the Atlantic in 2001, “She never dazzles or blinds us with her prose. . . . Instead the quiet accretion of her insights hits one in the chest.”-----July 27, 2020 - Redhead is named to the longlist for the Booker Prize
“I’ve done everything wrong,” he tells her. “I was trying to make no mistakes at all and look at where it got me.”You can say that this is a less whimsical iteration of A Man Called Ove, and you won’t be very wrong. You can say that this is a touching story about a “narrow and limited man; so closed off”, a man who “has nothing to look forward to, nothing to daydream about”, who will eventually start to change, and you won’t be wrong. You can also say that this is basically a less sugary than usual Hallmark movie put to paper, when that narrow and limited man learns to accept happiness - and you also won’t be wrong. Or you can say that it’s a pretty mundane story of a rigid and disciplined man who has been unlucky in love and has difficulties relating to the world, the person we love making fun of (think The Big Bang Theory’s Sheldon Cooper and his laundry schedule) and who is learning to become a more socially acceptable version of himself because of the pressure the world hostile to those who are a bit different puts on him — and you won’t be wrong either.
“I don’t know how you can say that,” Suze told him. “If I weren’t on Facebook, I wouldn’t know what a single high-school friend of mine was up to.”
“You care what your high-school friends are up to?” Micah asked.”
I ask the same thing, buddy. I ask the same thing.
“The only place I went wrong, he writes, was expecting things to be perfect.”
“The point I’m trying to make,” Ada said, “is it’s not so much about whether a person is messy or neat. It’s whether they’re accepting or they’re not accepting of the way things happen to be. What we accepting ones know to say is, ‘It is what it is, in the end.’ ”
“Well, I call that pretty discouraging,” Micah said. “What’s the point of living if you don’t try to do things better?”
“Like most families, the Mortimers believed that their family was more fascinating than anybody else’s. In a way, even Micah believed it, although he pretended not to.”
“You have to wonder what goes through the mind of such a man. Such a narrow and limited man; so closed off. He has nothing to look forward to, nothing to daydream about.”
“You had traits in common with Micah,” Roger repeated slowly.
Micah stiffened. He was about to take serious offense.
“With a man who earns his own living,” Roger said. “Who appears to be self-sufficient. Who works very hard, I assume, and expects no handouts.”