Moonglow by Michael Chabon
In Moonglow, Michael Chabon does what Chabon does best, and with obvious relish. That is, using his familiar originality and postmodern cleverness, he presents the fiction as an archive, making solid, quotable, and factual that which is utterly, playfully, and blatantly untrue. Anyone who read (and re-read, and then went back again) and adored Chabon’s 2001 Pulitzer Prize-winning The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay will recognise this right away. His play with truth, fiction, characters, and history is central in Moonglow, as it was in Kavalier & Clay and The Yiddish Policemen’s Union. But this time Chabon turns this treatment onto himself, to examine and imperfectly represent his own family history. In so doing, he illuminates questions of how we read our family’s history, and how we listen to and remember and re-tell these personal origin stories.
Moonglow is told from the perspective of the narrator, Michael Chabon, as his grandfather, terminally ill and under the influence of painkillers, begins to recollect and narrate tales of his youth, his wartime adventures, and the little histories of each member of his family. Chabon, having never heard these stories before, makes notes and recordings. Later, now, when writing this novel-as-memoir, our narrator fills in the gaps where notes have been lost and embellishes the details to find his own truth in the telling.
This epically sprawling yet precise, tight, charge of a novel traverses pre-war South Philadelphia to the invasion of Germany to a Florida retirement village. The genius of the writing here in Chabon’s latest nostalgia project is that he is able to contain all time and all space within a single moment in time or a single space of action. His application of repeated narrative motifs is executed with the utmost skill and poise, representing true insight and the immense depth of a longing to connect with a personal, familial, inherited, or universal point of origin.
Amy Vuleta is the Shop Manager at Readings St Kilda.