Michael Chabon’s The
Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay is a brilliant novel bursting with
the wunderkind energy of being a quasi-fictionalized retelling of Jerry Siegel
and Joe Shuster creating Superman. But to limit the work to a simple retelling
is misleading, as the Last Son of Krypton and other characters are often
referenced in the story. Chabon channels Stan Lee, Jack Kirby and Jim Starlin.
These are some of the comic-book luminaries who, in a sense, are the clay with which
Chabon molds his protagonists much like a Golem. A Golem, in fact, also
features in the outlandish prologue and a character’s attempt to flee
Nazi-occupied Prague.
Kavalier and Clay is a story of two young artists breaking into the burgeoning comic-book industry of the late 1930’s. Brooklyn writer Sam Clay and Czech artist Joe Kavalier enter
the rough-and-ready world of these early comics, a time
when everyone wanted to mint another Superman and, later in the story, Batman.
Clay, a brilliant concept man à la Stan Lee and Kavalier, a gifted artist à la
Jack Kirby, try to earn their patch in this zeitgeist. They go through adventures
and life changes and swim the rocky waters of a turbulent time that propels
both kids through their quests for love, and the hammer-to-iron creation of comics, in
all-nighter-weekends of coffee, cigarettes and take-out food. Much of their passion arises from the mad scramble to create comics that readers will find impossible not to snap off the
newsstands. The influences of the big houses is omnipresent in Kavalier, both Marvel Comics
and DC comics, or their early incarnations, Marvel Mystery Comics and National
Allied Publications.
In short, Chabon’s prose sizzle, pop, and sing through this
yarn as Clay and Joe throw themselves into their work and lives in the Big
City. Rarely has a book so delighted this reader. It’s the kind of novel you finish,
put down, and think about. Then, a few years pass and you're still thinking about it. Thinking about it so much, in fact, that you may reread it. If I have one qualm it is
that the ending seems a little curt in comparison to the vast and engrossing
remaining 95 per cent of the novel.
Now, because Kavalier
and Clay was so brilliant, one can find it harder to read Telegraph Avenue, Chabon’s new 2012
novel. While Telegraph is a good
read, Chabon’s Kavalier and Clay, an
immersing, dynamic, surprise-filled tale of two young rogues scribbling and
pencilling their way through a quick adolescence and early adulthood, is utterly
phenomenal. In many instances, Chabon’s descriptions, of Kavalier pulling
off an escape feat, or of Clay imagining a new story or hero, are breathtaking.
I have admittedly not read Chabon’s The Mysteries of Pittsburgh, which he published at 25, or Wonder Boys, whose cinematic version I have viewed many times. I suspect
that each of these works also warrants a read.
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