A confusing jumble

There’s something disconcerting about disliking a book where a child suffers horribly. It makes you feel like a heartless monster. But here I am, not liking Girlchild by Tupelo Hassman.

In this case, I don’t blame callousness for the dislike, but rather the clever way the story is told. Hassman has chosen to tell Rory Dawn Hendrix’s story by way of word collage. The novel is a mishmash of first-person narrative, social worker reports, and occasional chapters from the Girl Scout’s Handbook as translated by Rory. There’s also math problems, bartending guides, and other sort of wordy ephemera. What’s not there? A straight cohesive story that allows you to get close to the main character/narrator.

Rory Dawn Hendrix, the feebleminded daughter of a feebleminded daughter of a. . . well you get the idea. Rory doesn’t have it easy, she’s growing up in a trailer park outside of Reno where her mom tends bar at a truck stop and drinks quite a bit. Rory doesn’t have any friends and is often left with hinky babysitters. The book follows Rory around from the age of fiveish to about sixteen as she struggles with her white trash-hood, poverty, loneliness, sexual abuse, and her family’s history.

I feel bad being so dismissive. There are parts of this book that are so beautifully written it takes your breath away. It’s obvious that Hassman has a heap of talent. However, in the case of Girlchild it seems that cleverness or edginess or experimentation or whatever they’re calling it these days got in the way of telling a story. Because the chapters are so short and choppy (the longest one is maybe three or four pages) and mixed in with all that social work and Girl Scout hooha you never get a real handle on Rory and this distances the reader from her plight.

Now, before you call me a cranky traditionalist, I can get behind innovative and experimental fiction. Jennifer Egan’s A Visit from the Goon Squad is one of my favorite books. But that edginess has to be in service to the story, and in this case I don’t think it is.

My biggest complaint is that the book feels too “writerly.” The entire time I was reading Girlchild I was acutely aware that I was reading a book and that it wasn’t Dorothy Allison’s Bastard Out of Carolina.

Rory’s voice didn’t feel genuine and so much of the way the story is told felt like an affectation. It was as though the story only existed to try out all these different ways of writing and not because the story needed to be told, demanded to be told in that way. There are entire chapters about Rory’s abuse that are blacked out. Where does this come from? As a reader, I never really got my feet under me in this one. Is the book something Rory is writing for/to someone? A journal? Where is she in her life when she begins telling us this story?

Much like the way the story is told, Girlchild is a confusing jumble of really beautiful sentences that don’t add up to much.

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  1. LeAnn Suchy 21.Mar.12 at 12:46 pm

    I wonder if I will like this for the reasons you don’t. I love stories told in interesting ways like some of those you mentioned – social worker case files, chapters from a guide book, etc.

    I loved the book Last Days of Summer by Steve Kluger. Apart from a few passages, the whole story is told in notes, psych evaluations, newspaper clippings, baseball scores, etc. I felt like I got the whole story through all of these things and I loved how it worked. I had this book on my to-read list because I hoped it would work like Last Days of Summer. I’ll have to give it a shot and see if the reasons you didn’t like it would be reasons I would like it?

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  2. Jodi Chromey 21.Mar.12 at 12:48 pm

    You should give it a shot! I do tend to love epistolary novels (Ella Minnow Pea, Dear Everybody), so I’m not averse to inventive ways to tell stories. But I still think the story has to engage you and this one didn’t engage me. It was too floaty. There was nothing concrete to hold on to. It was as though the writer spent more time trying to think of different ways to tell the story than on what her story actually was.

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