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The Gods, At Play In The House Of Mortals

I used to put a lot of stock in an adage about writing. It went roughly like this: "If a student says he wants to be a writer because he has something to say, discourage him. But if a student says she wants to be a writer because she likes to play around with words, well, that student may have what it takes to be a writer."

I don't believe in absolutes about writing anymore: People write out of all sorts of longings and take many roundabout paths to producing good books. But I thought of that axiom as I was reading John Banville's new book, The Infinities. I often had only the dimmest idea about what Banville was trying to say in this novel, or indeed, what even happens in it. But it's clear that Banville — as a stylist whose first literary mentor, not surprisingly, was James Joyce — loves playing around with language. And his zest carries a reader over most opaque thickets here, where sound totally triumphs over sense.

The critical received opinion on Banville is that he's a great though "chilly" writer, inclined to elegance of construction and archness of tone. The other word on Banville is that his mysteries, written under the pseudonym "Benjamin Black," have siphoned off some of the juice that would otherwise go into the plots of his literary novels. Everything about The Infinities, for better and worse, confirms the wisdom of these pronouncements.

Author John Banville at the ceremony for the Man Booker prize in 2005, where his novel <em>The Sea</em> took top honors.
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Author John Banville at the ceremony for the Man Booker prize in 2005, where his novel The Sea took top honors.

The Infinities is set in a tumbledown country house in what is probably Great Britain during a time period that sometimes seems ahead of our own and sometimes more like the 1930s.

The patriarch of the household, a famous theoretical mathematician, significantly named Adam Godley, is marooned in his bedroom, dying of a stroke. Hovering around are his much younger wife, Ursula; and his adult children, Adam Jr. and a weird daughter named Petra — someone in whom, her father reflects, there was always "something missing, a link to the world where the rest of us carry on with varying degrees of success the pretence of being at home."

Fortunately, the glum and dying Godleys aren't the only creatures lurking about; jazzing up this premature wake is a host of Greek gods — including Zeus himself! — as well as our intermittent narrator, the messenger god Hermes.

Hermes is a hoot: droll, impudent and wise. He's the heart of the novel because the novel is essentially a series of commentaries on The Big Questions — love, death, faith — and Hermes generates most of that philosophical patter. For instance, realizing that his randy father, Zeus, is off in another part of the house seducing Adam Jr.'s beautiful wife, Hermes is prompted to reflect on the odd mortal invention of romantic love. He says the gods only intended to give mortals the gift of lust, that they might procreate;

Hermes exclaims.

Hear how word-drunk Hermes is! (When was the last time you heard any character resort to the term "frottage" — a fancy word for erotic touching?) Frankly, it's thrilling as a reader to be carried along on these riffs where the unexpected, underused but oddly precise word or metaphor bobs up every sentence or so. And the pleasure here is more than aesthetic, because that meditation on what we mortals have made "of that mess of frottage" ends on a melancholy affirmation of the transcendent power of human love. Except Hermes says it better.

The Infinities ends with the gods taking their leave, dispensing magical gifts to the mortals in their wake. In this curious little novel — part country-house caper, part allegory, all poetry — Banville reminds us readers that language, also, can be a divine gift.

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Maureen Corrigan, book critic for NPR's Fresh Air, is The Nicky and Jamie Grant Distinguished Professor of the Practice in Literary Criticism at Georgetown University. She is an associate editor of and contributor to Mystery and Suspense Writers (Scribner) and the winner of the 1999 Edgar Award for Criticism, presented by the Mystery Writers of America. In 2019, Corrigan was awarded the Nona Balakian Citation for Excellence in Reviewing by the National Book Critics Circle.
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