You know, this discussion is making me realize I haven't picked up a new Irving novel in over a decade. I got stuck in my love for the '80s/'90s era and never moved on. Maybe it's time to see what the later books are like. Is there a general consensus on where to jump back in? Or should I just go in publication order from where I left off?
His style got... kinder? The world in his early novels is a brutal, capricious place where terrible things happen suddenly and senselessly. The prose matches that with a kind of sharp, unforgiving edge. In his later work, while tragedy still occurs, there's more of a sense of resilience, of community enduring. The narrative voice feels more compassionate, more willing to sit with a character's pain rather than just report it with black-comic flair. It's less 'look at this absurd tragedy' and more 'this is how we live with our tragedies.'
It's a progression from the specific to the archetypal. Early novels are deeply rooted in specific, quirky subcultures (wrestling, Vienna, New England prep schools). The style is soaked in that specificity. Later, while the settings remain specific, the characters and their struggles feel more like modern myths. 'Owen Meany' isn't just about a boy; it's about faith and fate. 'In One Person' is about the bisexual experience as a universal thread. The style supports this, using vivid detail to build toward something timeless.
His comic sensibility evolved from slapstick to satire to, finally, a kind of wry, compassionate humor. The targets of his satire shifted, too—from literary circles and academia to broader social hypocrisies, especially around sexuality and family. The style carries this: the jokes are less 'ha-ha' funny and more the kind that make you nod in painful recognition. The laughter is closer to the bone, and often closer to tears.
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