Hello dear Irving readers! Have we finished? Have we begun? I concluded the book a week or so ago and I suppose I haven’t been very energetic about getting back here and posting because … gasp … I didn’t like it very much!
Obligatory spoiler alert
I think the main problem was, it just struck me as too superficial. There was just one main storyline, and God forgive me, it was a pretty boring one. The main character (see I’ve already forgotten his name!) was too unlikable. Even if he was likable, Irving made him too shallow and vacant. There are possibilities in a good-looking guy too nice to disappoint women (and so becomes a slut) but I couldn’t muster much enthusiasm for this guy.
One thing that bothered me was the insertion of real-life events. Perhaps I shouldn’t compare this book to Garp but I will anyway. Part of what has always charmed me about that book was its completely invented modern world. There are, in real life, no Ellen Jamesians. Yet we accept them in the world according to Garp. It’s a world where Robert Muldoon was a well-known Philadelphia Eagle. Here, in THe Fourth Hand we have a made-up all-news network, true, but it’s like those tiresome movies of the last several years, where every plot development is delivered by Bernard Shaw. It’s as if these authors/producers can’t imagine life if it’s not played out on CNN. Perhaps this is a valid obeservation; I don’t know. I just know I’d rather have a world of someone’s invention and not a reflection of what’s going on on TV every day.
Maybe the idea of the hand-transplant recipient was doomed anyway. What can you say? It’s an intriguing idea yes (and strangely, at the end of the book, Irving tells us of the story’s inception. Why did he feel compelled to do this? Didn’t he think the story could stand on its own? Hmm?) After you get over the awesome idea of a hand transplant, what, really, can you say that improves on reality. There’s too much reality there for fiction to work.
One more point that bothered me: the doctor. Irving spent an awful lot of time dreaming him up, his life, his maid, his son (and the sweet reading of Runaway Ralph and Charlotte’s Web; need I tell you they’re of course favorites of mine?). And then he DROPPED him. Dropped him! I heard echoes of Mrs. Ralph from Garp, and was reminded of the epilogue in Garp. Everyone’s accounted for, even Mrs. Ralph. The poor old hand surgeon (who, we’re told unconvincingly in my opinion, is a celebrity hound) just dangles back somewhere midbook, no future in the world according to the fourth hand.
So, what did you all think?