Deaf Sentence by
David LodgeMy rating:
2 of 5 starsI remember being told about this book in a translation class–the teacher was a bit odd but she was fun and she really did sell Lodge’s work well, especially emphasizing the part where his main character relates his experience with growing deaf.
It’s sad to say I didn’t really see that in the book proper.
First of all, I didn’t adhere to the “teacher ‘gets seduced’ by his student” subplot, in large part because I am two hundred percent uninterested in an old white man’s fantasies about a young woman, but also because having Alex be the 'Crazy Groupie’ who coerces her teacher into a relationship strikes me as just a way of de-responsabilizing the protagonist. “It’s not his fault, see? She started it!”. Make male characters own up to their choices, please and thank you.
On the whole, I found Desmond mostly uninteresting, and while I was very interested with what Lodge had to say about growing deaf (and I really liked those part) they actually don’t make that much of the book, especially for something titled
Deaf Sentence. I mean, aybe casually sexist/dismissive of their wives old men are someone’s thing, but it’s not mine and it didn’t do anything for me.
Plus, stylistically speaking, I didn’t like the random changes between third and first person narration—I know they’re justified in-story by having Desmond say he’s “amusing himself” by writing bits and pieces about his life, but it mostly just feels like Lodge didn’t want to bother straightening up what he wrote and decided to leave that in instead. Not a choice I’m particularly fon of, I admit—I prefer changes in narrative style to be less random.
The last leg of the story (from the trip to Poland onward) caught me by surprise–maybe because death is a theme that gets me–but in a good way. You could tell there’s a lot more feeling in this part (inspired by the author’s own life) than in the rest of the book, and in the end I wish
Deaf Sentence had centered more around this experience than around the messy Alex subplot.
Ir wasn’t a
terrible book I guess—I’ve certainly read things that made me far angrier than this one, at any rate—so I initially rated it three stars, but upon thinking back I’m actually changing it to a two stars reviews, mostly because “boring” is the main thing I remember about it.