He is also increasingly fat. This is used as shorthand for the usual character flaws: sloth, gluttony, lack of self-control, complete negligence of one's health. It starts off fine, with him gaining a little weight and resolving to lose some - he is at least aware of it - but then, as the years go by, he gets fatter and fatter, eats more and more, and is just plain out of control. This makes me mad.
To be perfectly honest, I liked it at first, because I have a weight-gain fetish. It's really very sexy to me to read about someone's wanton weight gaining. But the more I think about it, the more it troubles me. Obviously we're meant to hate Beard. Many online reviews mention his eating habits as "disgusting". He eats enormous amounts of food, basically nothing but meat, butter, cheese, chips, chocolate, and the like. He hates salad (of course!), and even if he vows to start a healthier life, he never does. He is also an unwitting alcoholic, constantly drinking gin and scotch.
So that's my first issue with this book: I feel like I'm supposed to find him irredeemable, inhumanely gross and disgusting, but I don't. I can relate to his lifestyle. I don't eat anywhere near as much, but it's human to eat like that. He's being offered food everywhere; it's natural for human beings to crave food when it's presented to them on a plane or at a conference. It's normal to eat pancakes and bacon when you're on a trip to America. It's normal to crave chips and make them a daily habit. If you gain weight, it's normal for your appetite to increase, because you need more calories just to get around. And even if I'm not an addict, I find even the alcoholism relatable. It's a disease, not something I'm going to despise people for. Beard could even suffer from binge eating disorder, considering his guilt over his eating habits and the constant inability to stop himself. But I have a feeling that's not where McEwan is going. I'm sure most readers will find him irredeemable, comical, and pathetic. But what about his fat readers? What about the readers who perhaps do eat like this? Do we not exist?
The second issue is with the details. This is a difficult issue, because not everyone will feel the same weight in the same way, but it really reads like "fat is a death sentence" and "no fat person could possibly be comfortable in their own skin". The book is divided into three parts: 2000, 2005, and 2009. I'll leave out the rest of the plot, but in 2000, Beard is 15 pounds overweight and his weight is still a side issue; in 2005, he is 35 pounds overweight, tired and achy, and eats and drinks constantly; in 2009, he is 65 pounds overweight and his heart and liver are failing. He's eating even more than before, has trouble breathing and walking.
I began to wonder at some point if McEwan did his research for this, specifically the number of pounds. In the first chapter, Beard is described as "human blubber" (p. 7) (at least in his own eyes); he has trouble getting out of a low-riding car and bending over. When I got to "He was fifteen pounds overweight. Act now or die early" (p.101), I basically exclaimed, "A measly fifteen pounds?!" I had expected him to be at least forty pounds overweight, what with all the references to his girth. I might have the wrong idea of male bodies; maybe fifteen pounds feels like more when it's all on the waist. But still, it just seems off to me.
I'll quote form the 2009 section and a doctor's visit. This is where it really gets ugly.
"It was true, the doctor did not lecture or moralize, but he compensated with a disengaged, insulting frankness. With each instance, each looming physical catastrophe, the wise turtle head protruded a little further and he gently tapped his own palm with a pencil. No one, he said, not even Beard, would choose to walk around with a body like Beard's." (p. 329)
Stopping here for a minute just to say - is this not a judgement? Also, we're probably meant to think that his hate of doctors' judgements is simply a form of denial. He should be ashamed and humiliated and berated for his lifestyle.
"He was carrying an extra sixty-five pounds, the equivalent of a combat infantry-man's full pack. His knees and ankles were swollen from the weight, osteoarthritis was a growing possibility, his liver was enlarged, blood pressure was up again and there was a growing risk of congestive heart failure. His bad cholesterol was high, even by English standards. He was clearly experiencing breathing difficulties, he stood a decent chance of diabetes mellitus as well as advancing the likelihood of prostate and kidney cancer and thrombosis. His one piece of luck - luck, Beard observed, not virtue - was that he was not addicted to cigarettes, otherwise he might already be dead." (p.329-330)
OMG 65 pounds! OMG SIXTY-FIVE POUNDS. It must sound like a huge load to McEwan, but I'm at about 65 pounds overweight and.. I feel fine? I mean, sometimes my knees do ache, but I have no heart and liver trouble, I don't have trouble breathing, and in general feel fine. The complete physical decay described here seems pretty exaggerated. In addition, Beard is an alcoholic, completely sedentary, has a lot of stress, travels a lot, and is sixty-two. All of these factors are going to play into it. But I get the feeling the book is telling us that his OMG GLUTTONY IS KILLING HIM and he doesn't even CARE.
As for the infantryman's pack? It's not exactly scientific to make such an analogy. Obviously, any extra weight is an extra strain on your system, IF we assume that there's a definite point where it becomes "extra". If sixty-five pounds "overweight" is the smallest a person can be, it might actually be the right weight for their bodies. Weight is individual. That said, I realize a doctor might well not share these views, and might say that about the pack.
"As he listened to Parks enumarate his possible futures, he decided not to mention his recent acquisition of a classical symptom: a feeling of tightness around his chest. It would only make him appear even more foolish and doomed. Nor could he admit that he didn't have it in him to eat and drink less, that exercise was a fantasy. He could not command his body to do it, he had no will for it." (p. 330)
It's all about willpower, y'all! He may want to do it, but he's too weak to even try. He might be dying, but he's not going to admit it to his doctor, because he's too proud or something. I'm not sure how to read this. Maybe we're meant to think he deserves his just desserts - pun intended - and should die from a heart attack right now, because his lifestyle is so omg bad? Or are we to see it as an endearing human frailty, this pride and inability to admit to his failing health? I have a feeling we're not.
Throughout the book, his weight is a hindrance to him and feels like a huge burden. I can't really argue that it's an unrealistic depiction, because some men might beg to differ. Some women way bigger than me can dance all night and have no knee problems; some women way smaller have high blood pressure and feel tired. Weight affects people differently. But I'd still say that this is a lot of scare tactics. Beard's whole life is, at this point, falling apart; his career and relationships are feeling the strain of his flaws, and so is his body. He also has melanoma (how ironic, a sun-related ailment on a scientist working on solar systems!). His out-of-control eating is just one instance of his flawed nature, his inability to be good. It's very disappointing, because McEwan is an intelligent writer. It's lazy thinking, really.
In his future books, perhaps McEwan will explore some other deliciously bad characters. Like a really hysterical woman! Or a fanatic Christian who hates all non-Christians! Or a lazy Mexican, or flamboyant nymphomaniac homosexual... The opportunities are endless! I see a great future for him as a comedy writer.
I enjoy your writing so much!
ReplyDelete15 pounds does sound ridiculous. O.o when I was 20, I weighed 17 pounds less than I do now at 27, and I feel equally 'normal weight' now as I did then! And I'm in a better shape, too. But maybe it is so, so much worse to have it all around your midsection........
IT really is a lazy idea to make a character fat so people will 'automatically' deduce what his other qualities as a human might be like. Can you see a possibility that he went overboard precisely to show people how much they connect different things with fatness, mostly negative ones? If that was his point, he obviously didn't go far enough so people would realize it's sarcastic.
That's an interesting idea. Could it be sarcastic? It is a humor book. But it seems like he would have given him some redeeming qualities. At least Beard is aware of his weight and worries about it, but his eating habits are in the "no willpower" category of stereotype.
ReplyDeleteMy fat is mostly around the midsection and it's not so bad. But it varies from person to person. I can't really judge how men's weights work, but somehow it sounds...
From a review:
ReplyDelete"We can't miss the relish in the writing here, the pileup of horrible detail; but it's worth pausing over the relish's double focus: Beard is wallowing in his own gluttony and recklessness, while McEwan's narrator is writing with the mesmerized horror of a much thinner person. This sort of disjunction is essential to the novel's irony, allows us our complex laughter, and means that McEwan, or his narrator, can treat Beard without sympathy and without condemnation."
I don't think it's without condemnation at all. And the "mesmerized horror" is really what makes it SO BAD. It's about a fat man but it reads as a thin man's nightmare of being fat.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/04/27/ian-mcewans-solar-the-fat_n_552662.html