TERRY GROSS, host: Over his long career, novelist Russell Banks has racked up an impressive list of award-winning books, like "Continental Drift," "Cloudsplitter" and "Affliction." None of them are easy or reassuring reads. Book critic Maureen Corrigan says that Banks' latest novel called "Lost Memory of Skin" certainly fits into that tradition, given that it explores the particular hell inhabited by homeless sex offenders. Here's her review.
MAUREEN CORRIGAN: You've got to hand it to Russell Banks. He's certainly not writing with an eye to please readers or to be taken up by book clubs across the land. "Lost Memory of Skin" is not aiming to be a crossover literary stealth hit. If you're going to read it, you're the one who will have to cross over to Banks' world, and it ain't very pretty on his side of the social divide.
Banks' main character here is a 22-year-old homeless guy known only as the Kid - a name he adopted after doing time for using the Internet to solicit sex from an underage girl. The Kid grew up haphazardly in South Florida, a modern-day lost boy abandoned to the brutal day care of pop culture. The Kid's mom was always off partying, and his only consolations, from the age 10 onward, were the company of his pet iguana, Iggy, and his computer, onto which he downloaded hard-core porn for eight or nine hours after school every day.
Because of his criminal record, the Kid wears a GPS anklet that monitors his whereabouts, thus ensuring that he stays at least 2,500 feet away from pre-schools, playgrounds and all other spots where children might gather. When the novel begins, the Kid, with Iggy in tow, has found sanctuary under a causeway. There, he becomes part of a makeshift tent city of the dispossessed. All of the Kid's fellow campers are sex offenders, living on the primordial swampy outskirts of a locale that sounds a lot like Miami. It's the kind of geographical and moral wild zone where it helps to have a 6-foot-long, 27-pound Iguana sleeping with you in your tent at night.
As repulsive as this all sounds, the first half of "Lost Memory of Skin" is compelling in a low-grade nightmarish kind of way. Banks is going after a big idea about how contemporary culture can turn children into sexual commodities and losers like the Kid into predatory consumers. At first, given the Kid's addiction to skin flicks, the title of this novel seems faintly salacious, but as the novel progresses the title speaks to the modern disease of disconnection that Banks is also diagnosing. Here's the Kid coming to an epiphany about his porn addiction.
(Reading) He told himself it was normal, everyone did it - especially guys. Well, maybe only guys. And it was no big deal anyhow. In fact, it was boring, he told himself. But he knew better. He did it because he couldn't stop himself. He couldn't stop himself because watching pornography and masturbating were the only times he felt real. The rest of the time he felt as if he were his own ghost - not quite dead but not quite alive either. A dust bunny shaped like a person.
Ironically, as inauthentic as the Kid might feel to himself, Banks' much acclaimed precision as a writer makes the Kid's vacant inner life all too authentic to a reader. We step into the Kid's skin, so to speak, not because it's a comfortable to be, but because it's a place most fiction these days doesn't even attempt to take us.
So, Banks' ambition here has to be applauded, even if the final product falls short. Things start to go haywire in this novel as soon as an enigmatic character called the Professor turns up at the causeway and asks to interview the Kid for a sociology project on sex offenders. Given the many times this novel invokes classic castaway stories like "Treasure Island" and "Robinson Crusoe," the Professor's appearance makes those of us who grew up watching "Gilligan's Island" wonder if Mary Ann can be far behind? I'm being flip, but the Professor is such a pointlessly distracting character - morbidly obese, a double or triple agent for some spy outfit - that he all but wrecks the spare, blasted, end-of-world mood Banks has created. Long before the Professor makes his overdue exit, I was ready to hop back on the Minnow and return to more civilized shores.
"Lost Memory of Skin" is an uneven effort to excavate and redeem the dregs of modern society. Banks tells a disquieting story here that would have been even more powerful and more daring if he had told it straight, without subplots and second bananas.
GROSS: Maureen Corrigan teaches literature at Georgetown University. She reviewed "Lost Memory of Skin" by Russell Banks. You can read an excerpt on our website, freshair.npr.org. I'm Terry Gross.
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