A PRAYER FOR OWEN MEANY. By John Irving. New York.
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The center of the book is a little squirt who reminds me, at least, of Truman Capote (outwardly) and has a peculiarly faint voice to match. To be understood, he talks in what Mr. Irving represents as oversized capital letters. Part of his cuteness is that he even writes his diary in LETTERS BIGGER THAN THESE without ever deviating. He founded a congregation in Exeter, where John Irving was born and went to school at Phillips Exeter. I have always been fascinated by the destiny of the Puritans' descendants. I remember with relish the poet John Wheelwright, who was a follower of that overconfident, unfortunate prophet Leon Trotsky and was rumored to don a tuxedo to read his poetry in the Boston streets.
Although he had half of his right forefinger amputated by Owen Meany so he could stay out of the Vietnam War (more about this later), out of disgust with his native land he emigrated to Toronto, where he teaches English literature in an Anglican academy for young ladies. Owen Meany, the little saint (the scene in which he is left hanging on a coat hook also suggests a ''Christ figure''), is unrecognized by all in the school town except his straight man and adoring disciple, the narrator John Wheelwright. Strange occurrences: Owen ''accidentally'' kills the narrator's mother (more about this later), and not only feels no guilt but manages to persuade the son that it was all foreseen (which means desired) by God. Since the narrator is illegitimate, her death seems necessary to our comprehending the inner perfection of a woman outwardly ''immoral.'' Strange occurrences: Owen foresees the exact day of his death as a martyr.
His ''inside'' knowledge convinces him that he is God's messenger. Because he is so odd- looking and odd- sounding, he acts out the necessary paradox on earth suitable to men altogether holy within, though he can drink beer to excess and sleeps with the one girl in town unconventional enough to appreciate his stern disapproval of contemporary goings- on. Owen foresees everything in his life; in the startling climax he achieves martyrdom in the most exemplary way.
But will this be really understood and appreciated by this damned generation? There is much, much else on the burning subject of America's moral failures, political chicanery high and low, the cant common to officialdom, the failure of the churches. And then there is the mystery of good in an evil world that lies at the heart of the novel: Owen Meany at the age of 1. Wheelwright's mother, a ''perfect'' woman he adored, when, at bat in a school baseball game, he managed for the first time in his life to get a ''decent hit'' - a foul ball. This foul smashed into the left temple of the dear woman as she strayed onto the field and turned around to wave to someone in the stands.
Does she have to die in order to make the point that there is a mystery to this our life that we have to accept if we are to believe in a providence? This may be true in general, but here in New Hampshire the point is so forced that it is repellent. And does Owen Meany ever believe, because his parents (in some confusion) told him, that his was a virgin birth? Is it really a proof of spiritual powers that Owen Meany, while acting in a school production of ''A Christmas Carol,'' should see on the stage tombstone the exact date not only of Scrooge's death but of his own? Does the corpse of a pet armadillo have to be deprived of its claws, as the Indian founder of the town is pictured without arms, in order to make the point that the world is besotted with weapons? This seems to be an argument not for peace but for impotence, as is the grisly episode, bearing still another symbol, in which John Wheelwright has half his right forefinger amputated by Owen Meany (with a saw used for cutting granite) in order to get him out of the Vietnam War.
He gets to Canada anyway, so why not with a whole forefinger? What I do know is that John Irving favors ''characters,'' not character, and has an obvious taste for featuring oddballs, zanies, freaks, ''originals.'' In this novel they remind me not of the lives of saints but of George Price's wonderfully distorted cartoon families, their members forever eyeing one another suspiciously in their own homes. John Wheelwright and Owen Meany love each other almost as much as John Irving loves them, the ''good'' characters, to the death. Irving has come to such a point in his revulsion from our disorder that he has decided (this is hardly novel in ''religious'' fiction) that the true saints and even ''Christ figures'' are the oddballs, and that only such can do anything about this gashed, violent, yet morally torpid society. And unlike us conformist sheep, who are all too comprehensible and classifiable, they test and provoke us not just beyond endurance but beyond our comprehension. But it is what we do comprehend here that makes for a problem. It is just pushed at us enthusiastically.
There is something much too cute about Owen's conviction that since he can foretell so much he must be God's instrument. It never seems to occur to John Wheelwright, the devoted Anglican in Canada, that his prophet Owen is caricaturing Calvinist predestination in the role of fortuneteller. To believe that everything is in God's hands hardly entitles anyone to believe that everything is determined in advance and that he knows exactly what will happen. This is astrology and denies the principle of free will.
He is a natural crowd pleaser, not least because his values are simplistic, brilliantly cinematic in the way he positions good against evil. He can be very funny, as in the delicious scene of a student rebellion against a tyrannical headmaster. It is already so perfect for the movies that I laughed as one does only in the movies. Irving is terribly in earnest most of the time, politically and sacramentally, with the same easy sense of virtue. The book is as cunningly contrived as the most skillful mystery story - that is the best of it. But there is absolutely no irony. Irving shows considerable skill as scene after scene mounts to its moving climax.
But the thinking behind it all seems juvenile, preppy, is much too pleased with itself. There is something appropriate in the fact that so much of the book takes place in and around a New England academy. The heavily emphasized ''religious'' symbols at the center of the book - the contrast to American aggressiveness offered by the clawlessness of the armadillo, the armlessness of the Indian founder of the town, even John Wheelwright's imbecile joy at being mutilated as still another symbol of his sacrifice of sex to right thinking - all this reminds this long- tried teacher of all the ''Christ symbols'' his students find in everything and anything they have to read. What I, at least, seem to see is a lot of hopeful language and a frightening, intolerant fundamentalism when it is not, as it is in official Washington, the most chilling public relations.
I shuddered when Mike Wallace, interviewing President Reagan just before he left the White House, addressed him as ''a spiritual person.'' Franz Kafka, who respected religion but like many of us was not altogether certain about what goes on in heaven, said to a Christian admirer in Prague: ''He who has faith cannot talk about it. He who has no faith should not talk about it.'' There is lots and lots of talk about ''religion''in this book. John Irving is a talented man and politically more outspoken than most of us, but the talk is on a level with the examples Mr. Irving gives of American superficiality, shoddiness, frivolity.
In a letter to a friend in 1. Mary Mc. Carthy in which Miss Mc. Carthy, who had left the church at 1. Holy Ghost ''as a symbol and implied that it was a pretty good one.'' O'Connor: ''I then said, in a very shaky voice, 'Well, if it's a symbol, to hell with it.' That was all the defense I was capable of but I realize now that this is all I will ever be able to say about it, outside a story, except that it is the center of existence for me; all the rest is expendable.''.
I have long had the feeling that the passion of that statement has something to do with the steely precision with which Flannery O'Connor indicated her dissatisfaction with human character. Her own character, as she often said, was not so hot. She did not ''love'' her characters. There are so few ''good'' ones!
But then, she was not a ''spiritual person.''. Casting Doubt on Atheism.
Jesus has always struck me as a perfect victim and a perfect hero,'' said John Irving, explaining the genesis of his seventh novel, ''A Prayer for Owen Meany.'' The story about a freakishly diminutive self- proclaimed prophet and his effect on the religious belief of his lifelong friend represents ''a natural progression'' for Mr. After a lifetime of witness, the novel's narrator comes to believe in God.