Why have so few of my GR friends reviewed this brilliant book by such a well-known author? Note: The first two pages have a rather brutal scene (though the details are vague), but there's nothing else like that in the rest of the book, and everything that follows, arises from this incident.This is Proulx's first novel, published a year before the excellent The Shipping News. It's equally good, but has a very different structure, and the language is not as distinctively clipped or telegraphic.It tells the stories of the diverging lives of the Blood family (impoverished farmers in Vermont), from the mid '40s until the '70s or '80s, along with the stories of others involved in their lives. The environment is harsh, the people tough, but the landscapes often beautiful - and Proulx's writing switches effortlessly to reflect these contrasts.Most of the chapters start with a postcard to or from one of the protagonists. Sometimes it explains what's going to happen in the chapter, but at other times it's just a side story. You only ever see the written side; never the picture. You could almost treat the book as a collection of short stories, or even read just the postcards and try to cobble it all together, though I wouldn't recommend the latter unless you've already read the book.SYNOPSISThe Blood family consists of Mink and Jewell (father and mother), sons in their 20s (at the start), Loyal and Dub (Marvin), and teenage daughter, Mernelle. Loyal is a devoted, intuitive and knowledgeable farmer; Dub has always been slow, aimless and reckless, and Mernelle is dreamy.On the first page, Loyal's girlfriend, Billy, dies. He blames himself, and is even more sure everyone else will blame him, so he hides the body, and leaves family and farm. "It wasn't the idea that he could go anywhere, but the idea that he had to go somewhere." It remains ambiguous as to how justified his haunted guilt at her death is, but it never leaves him. And somehow, well before the end of the book, it's hard to hate Loyal for what he did.Loyal spends his life travelling the USA, doing a variety of mostly outdoor jobs (trapping, mining, prospecting, farming), meeting intriguing characters along the way. He sends the occasional postcard home, and always hankers after a farm and family of his own, though his inability to get intimate with women makes the latter impossible. He realises "The price for getting away. No wife, no family, no children, no human comfort in the quotidian unfolding of his life". Meanwhile, his absence, and lack of return address, changes the lives of all those he leaves behind.NAILSThere is a striking description on the second page, "her nails glowed with the luminous hardness that marks the newly dead", and this lodged in my mind, priming me to notice the many, many references to nails (finger, toe, claw, and metal) that followed: at least 20 in the first 125 pages, then none that I noticed for over 100 pages, and just a smattering from there to the end. Nails are key for Loyal, too: when he first met Billy, "her nails gleamed", and years later, he still remembers "the flash of her nails" and how pointed they were.Neatly, the final two mentions of nails that I spotted also relate to the dead or dying. There's a whole thesis in these nails, and a far more interesting one than the meaning of postcards (Mernelle has a friend who collects them) or bears (hunted, toy ones collected by Mernelle, as well as being on a job lot of postcards). LANGUAGE - and NAMESMost of the chapters are a chunk of narrative about one or more characters, but at regular intervals, there's a short one called "What I See". These are in the present tense, and much more stream-of-consciousness, often featuring lush descriptions of an arid landscape, or something rather abstract. It's a feature of all the chapters that it's not always immediately obvious who it's about, which keeps you turning the pages (and isn't drawn out to an irritating degree).As in all the Proulx I've read, many of the characters have unusual names. Often they are pertinent, or oxymoronic, or maybe both (e.g. Loyal Blood), but others are just bizarre: a man called Toot Nipples, for example! But there are limits: even Loyal thinks it odd that a man named his mule after his daughter.CHARACTER DEVELOPMENTThis is a great strength of the book: so many characters over so many decades, and they change a great deal, but it feels like a plausible reaction to circumstances (except for Dub), and I really felt I knew and understood them. When Mernelle grows up "there was a sureness in her that estranged her from the old child's life".OPTIMISM, PESSIMISM, FATEEarly on, we're told the Bloods have a "knack for doing the wrong thing", and that largely proves true. Later, Ben the amateur astronomer says to Loyal "I see the way you throw yourself at trouble. Punish yourself with work. How you don't get anywhere except a different place."There are a couple of recurring themes that ought to be depressing, and yet the characters are always hopeful of things getting better (and some things do), so overall, it isn't a depressing book. * Thwarted longing for children (and of those who do have them, most are painfully estranged)* Valuable things, long saved-up for or treasured, are lost, destroyed or stolenAlthough Proulx isn't crass enough to spell it out, they're all striving for The American Dream, but most never quite reach it, and Loyal in particular, wants to do "something of value". FREEDOM OR BURDEN OF TRAVEL?Loyal doesn't feel he has much of a choice about travelling, and is resigned to it. In contrast, the liberation his mother finds when she learns to drive in her fifties, is joyous: "continuity broke: when she drove, her stifled youth unfurled like a ribbon" and "the pleasure of choosing which turns and roads to take" is a literal and metaphorical description of her empowerment. Driving also gives her a new appreciation of landscape: "When you'd been driving with your eyes on the road for hours, you wanted to let them stretch out to the boundaries of the earth." And yet, in keeping with the theme of valuable things being lost, even this has a sting in its tale. OUTSIDERSInitially, the Bloods are atavistically tied to their land, but as the stories diverge, they (and others) become outsiders. * Incomers "moved into farm houses hoping to fit their lives into the rooms, to fit their shoes to the stair treads".* An incomer was "urban in habitat but haunted from childhood by fantasies of wilderness"."This family has a habit of disappearing. Everyone... is gone except me. And I'm the end of it."IS THERE ONLY ONE WAY TO LOVE; CAN ONE CHANGE?(view spoiler)[The first is is a question Loyal asks himself, and it's a slightly troubling one. Because of the ongoing trauma of how Billy died, if he becomes aroused by a woman, he has a panic attack and passes out. So he has occasional relationships with men (though this is never explicit). Assuming he was straight in the first place, it's odd he doesn't seem to struggle with this more. Or maybe he never was straight, and perhaps the fact his girlfriend had a masculine name is indicative? (hide spoiler)]
On the front of my copy is a quote from a review by Frederick Busch of the Chicago Tribune: "A rich, dark and brilliant feast of a book." Perfect description. In the first few pages I felt this would go on my fictitious top ten list. Annie Proulx is an extraordinarily gifted author. Postcards was her debut.The postcards at the beginning of each chapter give us information from outside the story we might not get anywhere else. They give us a timeframe for the setting of each chapter, or perhaps something in the character's own words, or perhaps a letter from something outside the story, such as a doctor or the IRS. The book lacks the continuity that a plot-driven novel would provide, but that is not to say nothing happens. Neither is it a collection of short stories. Readers of my reviews know I prefer characterization and I feel this is as much the characterization of a family as that of a person.The ridge of muscle that supported her lower lip was as stiff as wood. Loyal he sees his mother with dinner already on the table he comes into the house in the evening. The main character of Postcards is Loyal Blood, a man who wants nothing but to be a farmer, to live close to the land, to nurture and care for it. It is not to be. Yet it is this innate understanding of the way the natural world works that sustains him throughout his wandering life. Yes, Loyal is the central character, but it was his mother's voice that I heard. You couldn't get away from troubles. They came dragging into the mirror with you, fanning over the snow, filled the dirty sink. Men couldn't imagine women's lives, they seemed to believe, as in a religion, that women were numbed by an instinctive craving to fill the wet mouths of babies, predestined to choose always the petty points of life on which to hang their attention until at last all ended and began with the orifices of the body. She had believed this herself. And wondered in the blue nights if what she truly felt now was not the pleasure of driving but being cast free of Mink's furious anger. He had crushed her into a corner of life. Time to go add her Wyoming Stories to my Wish List.
What do You think about Postcards (2009)?
“His loneliness was not innocent.”Proulx loads up meaning into her fewest possible words - like the chocolate chip cookies they load into a cup at the Sweet Martha’s booth in the Minnesota State Fair, so high you have to put your hand on top or you’ll lose some as you walk away - so once used to that, you get in the habit of quickly knowing all that is suggested.But, in this book, some suggestions are left even more than that to the reader to fill in, like the one I started this review with. One can know things from that and related content, or not.In all, it’s fascinating.. and lividly terrible, the story of US in post-WWII, seared with personal stories of all kinds, mainly various flavors of wrenching tragedy. Loyal makes the possible and often the extraordinary effort to do good, which feels good to read about but also makes the pain of it all that much sharper. Readers, beware!
—Claire S
Proulx is fucking brilliant. The first book I read by her was Shipping News and I was blown away at how she, like ee cummings used punctuation or the lack thereof to make words hang like actual things.I think Postcards was her first book but that she couldn't get it published until Shipping News was out and did so well. I think she wrote it in college. This makes it even more startling to me. Postcards is raw and rough and very male. But this woman can write men, particularly men from the heartland: travelers, wanderers, nomads, vagabond (sorry Metallica on the brain), so that you FEEL them.I don't particularly like or love her men, but I like watching them walk our big country stem to stern. In scope Postcards is uniquely American. It's good, my friends.
—Sheba
I do not think that Proulx's choice of a name for her lead character is one lightly arrived upon. His name is Loyal Blood and his first act at the opening of this novel is to draw blood from a girl who he rapes and murders. This is done almost off-stage and while the act itself shapes Loyal and the rest of his life, this is not the story of a murder or a murderer. With such an opening, it is almost impossible to believe that you could develop a feeling of empathy for Loyal, but you do. Proulx knows her characters and because of this, you know them as well.The disintegration of the Blood family is a sad thing to watch. Each of them is tied so tenuously to the other that they seem to drift in life without ever touching. They are rough and coarse and sometimes mean and unfeeling, but the travails they endure (particularly Loyal) seem over-exacting, cruel and unusual punishments. Loyal never stops paying for his moment of anger that leaves Billy dead, and his punishment includes an inability to ever touch a woman again, separating him from all possibility of redemption. Somehow you know that unlike Job, God is never going to make all this suffering up to him in any way.What strikes me most about Proulx is that she draws characters that few of us may have ever known in life, but that each of us knows and believes exist. Loyal is real. He is not over the top. He is someone who is sitting in a dive cafeteria right now being avoided by the other patrons because of disdain and just a bit of fear.This is Annie Proulx's first novel and as such is a remarkable achievement. It is not the equal of The Shipping News but it does have that flavor and appeal. It is well worth the time spent.
—Sara Steger
