Time after time

There is a scene in Jennifer Egan’s A Visit from the Goon Squad, when an aged and plumped and be-cancer-ed rock and roll star named Bosco is pitching an idea to his publicist: He wants to tour again in support of his album “A to B.” A suicide tour. He doesn’t want to fade away, he tells her, he wants to flame away. A spectacle. An attraction. Everyone knows he is going to kick it, they just don’t know when or where. He wants interviews and videos and every humiliation documented.

“The album’s called ‘A to B,’ right?” Bosco said. “And that’s the question I want to hit straight on: how did I go from being a rock star to being a fat fuck no one cares about? Let’s not pretend it didn’t happen. . . . Time’s a goon, right? Isn’t that the expression?”

Time is, in fact, the title goon of this novel full of short stories, a collection of pulse points in the lives of a full squad of players in the rock and roll scene. Each stars a character that is connected to another in a way that ranges from meaningful to fleeting. Then Egan upped the difficulty level: Each story can stand alone as a short story — and in some cases has actually been published elsewhere. And it isn’t told in chronological order.


“Goon Squad” starts with a recurring face — Sasha, an assistant to Bennie Salazar, a biggie big in the music biz. Sasha is a klepto with a shrine to the scarves, wallets, and bath salts she has filched. She is telling her therapist about a moment in the ladies room, while she is on a date. A woman is in a stall making agua, her wallet hanging out of a purse next to the sink. It’s an easy pick for Sasha, who takes the wallet and returns to an otherwise blase night newly invigorated and primed for some eff you en. She throws flirty eyes at the man, and they end up back in her apartment in her bath tub — located very New York City-ly in her kitchen.

Later we will see Sasha as a post high school runaway in Italy, through the eyes of the uncle who is trying to find her. Then as a college student, newly in love, as witnessed by her suicidal best friend, a man who can spoon her but is not allowed to love her. Eventually Sasha’s daughter gets to tell her own story — which she does with Power Point slides. One thing young Allison has learned in school is: Add a graphic, increase your traffic!

Speaking of invigorated and primed — Bennie is looking for a little bit of that. First he adds pinches of real gold flecks to his coffee because he read that it will spark his libido. He tests the validity of this by peering down Sasha’s shirt and hoping for a bonedog. He is recently separated from his wife, and at the suggestion of his therapist is making a list of his life’s embarrassments to tell his young son on the back of a parking ticket, instead of actually telling his son that he, for instance, tried to make out with a Mother Superior.

Each telling glimpse of a player, no matter the test of the line connecting them to Sasha and/or Bennie, enhances these two characters. And they all have compelling stories: Freckle-faced Rhea, the green-haired punk who hangs with a gaggle of teenagers who are all in love with someone who isn’t in love with them. Many of these kids form The Flaming Dildos (including a young Bennie); Jocelyn is part of the Flaming Dildos crowd, and she meets Lou — and older guy who is already established in the music business. While seemingly a bit of a creeper and sexual deviant, he goes on to influence the handful of punks in a positive way. We see him later on a safari with another in a long line of lady friends and two of his children, and also on his death bed sharing some final words; A woman who was once the belle of the PR circuit until she threw a party that was so awesome that she literally scarred the social scene — and some people self-mutilated as proof that they were on the guest list — while she landed in lock up.

This collection packs a lot of wow. Like, exclusively wow. The characters are well-formed, real and unique, and when they show up in the periphery of another tale it’s like running into an old friend. Egan dropped fun crumbs in the story, including that the novel is broken into two parts: A and B, just like Bosco’s return-to-rock-n-roll album. And when she dares to delve into the near future, it’s as recognizable as the near future where Gary Shteyngart set Super Sad True Love Story. It’s a world where text messaging is its own language, and the preferred method of communicating with someone who is sitting across the table.

Not to mention, when it ends there is plenty to think about once the book is shelved: The toll of time, the people who come into your life, take a bath in your kitchen bathtub, and years later can only remember the barest of details from the experience: Something weird with a wallet, eventually a name.

This is the first time in years that I’ve finished a book, closed it, and been compelled to start over again on Page 1.

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  1. Jodi Chromey 10.Aug.10 at 11:26 am

    @Diana Raabe
    I’ve read most everything Egan has written, and while I loved The Keep, Goon Squad is a much different book. Goon Squad is in a way, more experimental but much easier to read and keep track of.

  2. christa 10.Aug.10 at 1:22 pm

    It has been a few years since I read “The Keep,” and while I remember really liking it, I agree with Jodi: This is a much different book. In fact, they don’t seem to have any commonality that screams: “That’s so Egan.”

    “Goon Squad” is the most clever, most interesting, most fun book I’ve read in a long time. It will be my numero uno this year unless something really crunk happens in the world of words.

  3. the tThm 10.Aug.10 at 3:05 pm

    Thanks for the review, Christa. Out of the last dozen books I’ve started this year, this is the only one I didn’t abandon by page 100. Very fun. And now I find myself timing all the pauses.


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