Tuesday, 18 June 2013

Naïve. Super. - Erlend Loe, translated by Tor Ketil Solberg.


I tend to choose a light read in exam term, and this was this year’s book of choice. It was Amazon recommended and I just so happened to stumble upon it in the library, and that was that. From the outset I shall admit that I’m glad this was a library find and not a purchase, or I’d have been a little disappointed!


In terms of it being a light read this one lived up to expectations, beyond that it was just a little flat for my liking. Essentially we follow the unnamed narrator as he turns 25 and having grown disillusioned, loses his way in life a little. So, questioning life and its meaning – or lack of – he drops out of college, quits his job and spends his days hammering on a child’s peg toy and faxing his meteorologist friend as he ponders the metaphysics of time, space, life and our place in it. This could be incredibly poignant at times as the narrator contrasts the simplicity of what used to excite him in life (cardboard boxes, buttons and toys to name but a few) with how difficult he finds it to attain such simple enjoyment and contentment as an adult. We travel with him as he heads to New York in search of perspective and meaning, and finds that there is indeed enjoyment to be gained from the simple things in life, and concludes that perhaps this is where greater meaning lies.

It was oddly comforting in a way, and although nothing huge was happening I kept reading. There is something quite human in feeling a little lost, and this tale seeks to say, simply and briefly, that things will be okay in the end. Which is of course a rather nice message… particularly amid exams!

There was something in Loe’s character reminiscent of Salinger’s Holden Caulfield, the element of a youth wandering and a little lost in growing older. But NAME isn’t a 13 year old boy, he is a year old man. It was difficult at times to reconcile this reality with the character who took to hammering on a children’s toy as a means to catharsis and fulfillment. Each to their own I suppose!


This book was indeed naïve; it was simple, friendly, funny and enjoyable in its being so. Super however, it was not quite.


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