Waxwings

by Jonathan Raban

Book Overview

From the bestselling, award-winning author of Bad Land comes a powerful novel set in Seattle in 1999, a city troubled by rioting anarchists, vanishing children, and the discovery of an al-Qaeda... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Hardcover
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0375410082
• ISBN13: 9780375410086
• Release Date: September 2003
• Publisher: Pantheon Books
• Length: 288 Pages
• Weight: 1.30 lbs.
• Dimensions: 1.0" x 6.6" x 9.5"

Customer Reviews

Waxwings? Why waxwings?

I see that most of Waxwing's reviewers were Seattleites. As an ex-Seattleite, I loved the nostalgia the book presented. But that ending? The (bird) waxwings devour all the berries off the bush outside the main character's window. No previous mention of waxwings in the book (except, of course, for that title!) So what was the significance? I realize it's symbolic, but symbolic of what? The main character's life had dipped into shambles, but by the ending he is recovering very nicely, thank you very much. Those other reviews seemed to gloss over the ending, but I have to confess, I do not understand it. Help! But, in spite of that, I enjoyed it a lot.

Move over Jonathan Franzen

If you fell for the hype of Franzen's "The Corrections" and were disappointed, if you thought "Bonfire of the Vanities" covered interesting territory but read like a screenplay instead of a novel, if you appreciated Roth's "American Pastoral," and admired Hamilton's "Map of the World" but couldn't handle the heartbreak -- then by all means read Waxwings. It is a masterpiece.This is the first book I've read by Mr. Raban, and on the basis of a few of the lukewarm reviews posted here, I can only assume that he previously wrote for a different type of audience. Waxwings is great literature: a fascinating incarnation of "the great American novel" and a more appropriate recipient of all the buzz The Corrections received. The story is engaging and unpredictable; the writing flawless, elegant, acrobatic, funny, and well worth studying.I bow at your feet, Mr. Raban: I'd like to send you a dozen roses. (Every page is a wonder, but I was particularly moved by the interaction of the very true-to-life boy and his goofy dog. It reminded me of the snippets of inspired dialogue in Mill on the Floss.)Is the beginning slow? I'll come clean. I didn't warm to the heavy boat talk in the first eight pages, but after that I couldn't put the book down.

rich in character and theme

If you've read some of the earlier reviews, I can attest that several of the criticisms have a point: he is at times overly preachy, the book does have a slow beginning, and he does occasionally drop too many brand or local names. That's the bad and it isn't much in comparison to what I found to be a wonderfully paced and peopled novel. To begin with, while I can see how some might call the opening slow or drifting, I found its pace more pleasingly meditative rather than annoyingly slow. And as for its place in the novel, it may not seem to make much sense as you're reading it in terms of what the bookjacket or a review led you to think the novel is about, but once you've gotten into the heart of the novel, those opening pages read much differently. Their characters may have disappeared, but their tone and their content and their thematic underpinnings remain like a haunting echo. An echo which is nicely and playfully emphasized by a literary mini-seminar given by the main character with regards to a similar opening in a better known work. As for the preachiness, yes, at times Raban could have hit us a little more lightly or a little less frequently with the absurdity of the dot-com bubble, but it makes for such a rich and tempting target that it's easy to see how he could fall into that trap. And since almost all his hits are smack on target and funny as well, I'll give him the over-indulgence. The same holds true for the brand-name dropping. So much for the book's weaknesses. As for the strengths, they are plentiful. The major character, Tom, is a Hungarian-born, British expat who has found himself at the start of the book in a surprisingly happy life--he loves both his wife and small son, enjoys both the responsibilities and lack of responsibilities his job as a college professor bring, and is in love with both the larger setting of Seattle and the smaller one of his old home with his wide-girth timber shoring up the foundations (it gives nothing away to say the house isn't quite as solid as it seems on the surface). One by one the facets of his life which he has so taken for granted are either taken from him and changed--his wife leaves him, his relationship with his son changes, his house betrays him, his employer dumps him "temporarily" until the small matter of a major crime he may or may not be a suspect in is resolved. Through it all, start to finish, Tom is painted in rich, believable detail--from his tightly-written humorous pieces for NPR to his Mister Wicked bedtime stories to his tendency to develop a heavy Hungarian accent when he speaks to his mother on the phone to his obliviousness to what is happening around him (and even to his oblivousness of what things to change when he decides he does need to start making a change). The other character, Chick, is drawn more starkly but just as sharply. Where Tom lends himself to meandering eloquence, Chick, a Chinese illegal immigrant who survived over a week in a carg

Great start to a series

This is the first of four planned books, and it should be judged as such. Raban has managed to make this entertaining even as he does the necessary work of laying the groundwork for future books.His portrayal of the place and time couldn't be more accurate. It was bizarre in Seattle then, with the dot-com insanity. Much of his portrayal may come off as exaggerated for effect to anyone who wasn't here at that time, but it is dead-on. Raban's apparent intent to comment on our relationship to the environment at times seems preachy and simplistic (we throw away useful things - yeah no kidding!). He also seems to be trying to convey that we don't know how to make houses, homes or families and are otherwise fumbling around. The waxwing passage is a good analogy, not of the real world he was trying to portray, but of the world he actually portrayed. It is far too simplistic to say we're just flying around in nomadic bands stripping away all the berries and flying away. It seems like a lesson that would be conveyed in a child's book. I hope that the next three books reflect more of the complexities of our relationship with nature, because there is nothing original in what he is saying. That said, I found the story on its face fascinating, especially the portrayal of Chick. Living here, I see people like him, I have hired people like him, but I have often wondered how they got here, how the survive, where they go at night, and what their motivation for coming here was, and how they see us. It is impossible to answer these questions for illegal immigrants as a whole, of course, but I was riveted by Chick. I don't feel that I yet know Chick or Tom. When I finished the book, not knowing that more are planned, I was dissapointed. All those pages, just to get clobbered over the head with that waxwing passage? But I am now eagerly awaiting the next books. I'd recommend this as entertainment. I'm hoping that the themes will be further developed as the story progresses and that the work as a whole will be more than just entertaining.

Nice work by Raban

Having read most of Raban's non-fiction I was curious about his skill as a novelist. Waxwings for the most part succeeds. It has some terrific (sometimes piercingly funny) writing and all the elements of a classic English novel (a little bit of Thomas Hardy, a little bit of Dickens...). The characters are interesting and believable when they need to be, and just enough over the top to create some truly funny moments (the GetAShack.com subplot is riotously funny... been there, seen that) in the midst of what is really a rather sobering tale.And it is a serious story: by the latter half of the story we are fully engaged and understand the kind of humiliation and anger that Tom, the protagonist, must be going through.But I will say that I found the first half to be drifting somewhat; the book doesn't really find its compass until page 129, when Tom first encounters the scrappy immigrant Chick on his front porch. Prior to that, I found a lot to be distracted by in the frequent invoking of Seattle Insider references. I'm a lifelong resident of the place but even for me there is little (if any) mental image I get from names like The Painted Table or Terrafazione. What do these place or product names tell the reader, if anything, about this particular story? For someone not fluent in the local vocabulary they say nothing, and for those of us who live here these place names invoke their own stories, which may be quite unrelated to the story in which they now appear. (For example I have my own quite vivid impressions of Waldo's Tavern... which simply add to my sense of distraction and confusion when Tom somehow arrives there, quite far off course, at the end of his self-absorbed hike on the Sammamish Trail.)As a result, rather than enjoy the book as the good story it is I found myself asking, at least at the start, whether the goal had been to write a satirical book about the competitive, brand-aware era of Seattle's fleeting dot-com fortune and whether perhaps the slowly unfolding story was an afterthought. This turned out to be a wrong initial impression - this is a serious novel with serious themes - but it took rather long to get to get past the distractions of the first few chapters. During these early sections it seems as though Tom, and to a lesser extent his estranged wife, are being defined not so much through their actions or thoughts but instead through the places and things that they encounter every day: Tom is an NPR commentator; he reads the P-I; he teaches in the MFA program at the UW and he drives a Volkswagen (but of course) in contrast to his wife's new Audi. Their irresponsible babysitter is named Courtney (but of course). This is a small criticism, but when I'm given that many labels (or product placements, if you'll accept the term) I start to feel edgy.But those are small nits, really. Perhaps Raban really is striving for satire, in a Babbit sort of way. Anyway, after Page 129 the book really comes alive as a novel; it's a good read