01 August, 2012

REVIEW: The Adult - Joe Stretch

‘A middle-class woman born before 1970 can make a mobile phone last many years’. It is comedic gems such as this that pepper Stretch’s third novel ‘The Adult’. Following on from the bizarre and surreal ‘Friction’ and ‘Wildlife’, ‘The Adult’ is a story about family, maturity, and growing up over the last two decades.

Our protagonist Jim Thorne is, the cover reads, a ‘child of the nineties, adult of the noughties, product of his times’. A Manchester boy, the book follows his first-person narration through the nineties, to the noughties and into adulthood. The time period is tracked by references to the current formation of Take That, Katie Price’s career highs and the pervasion of the mobile phone and internet into our lives, as Jim progresses from puberty to adulthood and into the world of the music industry and smoothie stands.

Jim Thorne is, as much as the story concerns his life, an observer into the lives of others. His family, the ‘Albrights’, are a ‘celebrity family’ of sorts, and Thorne’s references, as he writes about his life, and those of his sister Elaine and his Albright aunts, are vague, non-specific and sporadic. Stretch puts forward the case, elegantly and in a fresh way, that we live in quite a transient and fast-moving culture. Towards the end of the book, Stretch includes small snapshots of the opera ‘La Traviata’, intermingled with reality shows and page 3 models. Arguably, this is a suggestion that art has become undone, replaced by cheap stories and vulgar tabloid headlines, in a culture moving too fast to stand still and appreciate.

In the same way that celebrity gossip gives us a cheap thrill, Stretch explores, through Jim, the idea of instant and cheapened sexual gratification in the last two decades. Porn is a theme in the book throughout Jim’s teen years, as is Dilly – I won’t spoil it for you, but this inflatable dolphin says a LOT about sexual pleasure and adolescence today - and the pressures and absences of sex are most notably portrayed through Jim, whilst his sister Elaine seems to display quite the opposite – frequent gratification. The nineties and the noughties, for the West, have been a time of celebrity and cheap sexual pleasure – Thorne demonstrates their effects on us – the insidious destructiveness of the instantaneous, and short-lived, pleasure.

But ‘The Adult’ is not a critique of our culture, nor a misanthropic ‘State of the Nation’ novel – it bursts at the seams with pop culture references – from Snake II to Britney Spears – but also with technological advancement updates, cultural milestones like 9/11 and the 7/7 bombings. It celebrates and marvels in the times we’ve lived in. In including a tiny bit of everything, whether it be plot-embedded like the progression of the internet and blogging, or a throwaway reference, like the progressive nature of Katie Price’s biographies, Stretch allows himself a 360-view of the nineties and noughties, formulating a world around his central plot, and also allowing the reader to re-live some of the hilarity and tragedy of the last twenty years; everyone can find something to recognise and appreciate about their life.

But at turns, the book is surprisingly profound. As with Joe Dunthorne, the comedy and ironic tone of the book often takes a turn towards true clarity. In February 1996, Take That split up and a phone-line is announced, to give fans a chance to grieve. Jim rings for a joke, but soon finds himself ‘all of a sudden feeling silly, barely alive and woebegone.’ In the same way that many of the cultural references in the book are irrelevant, and a sideways view of the time, many hit home with a punch, and at once we are reminded that we can never really be living too far away from the culture in which we exist.

One of the highlights of Stretch’s book, something that’s failed to be portrayed with any sense of clarity in many novels, is the Big P. Puberty. We’ve all done it, it’s pretty awful, and Thorne does not shy away from showing the hilarity and shame of it; Jim’s friend Harry is superior to Jim for a time, possessing one pube before any of their peers. Stretch captures the embarrassment of youth - ‘I wanted to lie face down on my stomach until the 1990s ended’ – along with a profound sense of the importance of adolescence in forming an adult, and the effects of puberty on us – ‘Puberty was fucking shit… it happens at the shittest possible time’.

During some notably uncomfortable sex scenes, the pressures of youth are shown by Stretch to be just as important to the maturity of an adult as anything else.  What’s interesting about the approach to sex in ‘The Adult’, is that, despite the novel’s depiction of the metaphysical, the idol and technology, sexuality is shown to be a very physical and corporeal entity. The book, through Jim’s narration, is concerned with the idea of tracking and capturing a time period, but also checking the state of the corporeal, the human, through these strange, abstract and fast-moving times.

Stretch writes quite naturally with a self-knowing irony about the decades he includes. Like Jim, he was born in 1982, and ‘became an adult’ in a new millennium, and has seen the cultural changes in the book happen to himself. Some of Stretch’s cultural markers aren’t as developed as they could be – they’re often more comedic than deep social commentary, and a bit long-winded or try-hard, such as ‘the central paradoxes of feminism, masculinity and love could all be found in the on/off relationship between A.C. Slater and Jessie Spano in Saved By The Bell’ – but perhaps that is Stretch’s point – we don’t ever really think about the effects of our culture on ourselves.

But by the end of the novel, cultural references are almost overwhelmingly frequent, and Stretch suggests a proliferation of pop culture in contemporary lives that one cannot escape from. The profundity of the final pages of ‘The Adult’ is shocking, moving and blunt.

‘The Adult’ is, similarly to ‘Lionel Asbo’, is definitely a 2012 book. In the same vein as Master’s ‘Noughties’, it’s a book very much about the now, with the comic perceptiveness of Dunthorne and the time setting, themes and outlook of ‘One Day’.  If you’re going to read one novel this year about British pop culture, inflatable dolphins, smoothie stands and Take That’s reformation, this is probably the one to go for. In the middle of the book, when Jim’s friend Harry gets a mobile, Jim asks who he’ll call. His reply? ‘Home. And whoever else gets one, I suppose.’ Isn’t that the way?

1 comment:

  1. A sex book that is not 50 Shades? With no whipping and is true to life? Say it is not so! If only more people read this instead of that awful Twilight porn! Great review - drove me to read it, was like stepping back to my younger days as a Britney Spears wannabe teenager!