November 2007 Archives

Supermen

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Some of you wonderful readers out there may have noticed that there is a pitched argument going on over at the Customer Reviews section of Amazon.com's page on my novel, The Long Walk Home. A female reviewer--the only one, I have to note, who hasn't praised the book so far--complains that my main male character, Alex Hudson, is "like a superman." This reader argues, among other things, that, "No man could do all these things [that Alec does]...and do them like a professional."

Another reader--a man, in fact, and a steelworker in the Midwest--takes her on and they have a frankly not-too-polite contretemps.

I want to say to both of them, "People! It's just a story!" But the fact is that this disagreement raises an important issue.

Bashing men for their apparent insensitivity, for their occasional incompetence in relationships, for their general knuckleheadedness, is a perennial theme on sit-coms, in contemporary culture and, for that matter, in a fair amount of contemporary women's fiction. Google phrases like "good men," or "decent guys," and you'll find plenty of complaining. (As well as complaints from men trying to find good and decent women!)

Are guys hopeless? And, by contrast, is a character like Alec Hudson, a "Superman?" Of course not. In fact, he makes it clear that his own characteristics played a part in his divorce from Gwynne. He's no saint. But he does strive to be a decent man.

I have the great good fortune of having a group of writer friends, most but not all of them men, who meet almost weekly for a couple of drinks and some heated conversation about writing and other things at a certain Seattle watering hole. And I have to say, there isn't a hairy mouth-breathing, knuckle-dragging, football-addled, club-wielding brute among them. They are, to a man, thoughtful, articulate, multi-talented, caring, respectful, and admiring of women. Okay, I'll admit that when some especially lovely woman walks into the bar, their heads turn as if controlled by a single mechanism, but you know what? Each of them overcomes that basic, evolutionary response in an instant and--if you looked into their souls you'd find each is thoroughly loyal to the woman they call friend, or lover, and/or spouse.

They are, in fact, Good Men. And let's be clear: though their talents are many, and though they all would, I suspect, be characterized as "sensitive" guys by the women they know best, they are also all Real Men.

One is an accomplished rower, explorer, and sea kayaker, as well as a world-renowned photographer, avid cook, and wine fancier. Another is a magazine editor who is also an expert on Michelangelo and, of all things, elephants. Yet another is a PhD. marine biologist, a best-selling thriller novelist, and a staunch supporter of his wife's work with Native American communities in the Northwest.

I could go on, because the group is fairly large. But the point is, none of these men is a "Superman." They're just guys who have competence in their chosen vocation, avid interests outside their jobs, and a deep respect and affection for the women in their lives.

Here's the bottom line: A man can be sensitive without being effeminate. A man can have a caring heart without being indecisive. A man can have competence in many subjects and activities. But he is still just a man.

And not a "Superman."

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"Graying" Love Stories

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Will someone please tell me what's so surprising about love stories involving older people? In February, Reader's Digest will be publishing a condensed version of The Long Walk Home as one of their "Special Editions" books featuring, as they put it, "today's hottest authors." (Nice for an older guy to be thought of as "hot," though perhaps that's not what they mean...) So the editor calls me with a few questions, one of which is, "Why a love story involving mature people?"

I just looked at the phone in disbelief.

Can you say, "Baby Boom?"

It was only a couple of months ago that the New England Journal of Medicine announced that people over the age of fifty are actively engaged in dating and sexual activity and, a couple of months earlier, that the elderly are too!

Then, on Sunday, November 18, the New York Times "Week in Review" section featured an article that marveled at the growth of movies involving older lovers. The latest, of course, is Away From Her, the new film in which a husband must come to terms with the fact that his Alzheimer's-afflicted wife, played by Julie Christie, has fallen in love with another patient in her nursing home.

Why is any of this even news? Do they think we die inside at, say, forty-five? Do they think we no longer have the capacity for love or--dare I mention it?--lust?

I'm reminded of the mother of a woman I once loved. The mother and I had formed a deep friendship. She, too, was a writer. She began having small bleeding events in her brain, each of which compromised some facet of her normal functioning, until it was time for her to move into an assisted living facility. She'd been there for several months when a final, fatal hemorrhage killed her. Someone noticed that she hadn't come down to breakfast that morning. The someone, it turned out, was an elderly man we later learned was her new lover, a man she'd known when both of them were much younger. Each had fancied the other but neither one knew...until they found themselves together again in the care facility.

The family was shocked. I was charmed. Mary Pipher, the noted psychologist and author of the book, Another Country, says something powerful in the Times story: "Young love," she is quoted as saying, "is about wanting to be happy; old love is about wanting someone else to be happy." In short, it is about giving rather than receiving. In my novel, The Long Walk Home, middle-aged Alec loves middle-aged and married Fiona so much he leaves her, knowing that--though she does not love her invalid husband--staying can only hurt her. That is, to my mind, the ultimate in "giving rather than receiving." And their love was far more than simply companionable; it was passionate.

So, Why a love story about mature people?

Because we never give up hope.

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