Lark & Termite
by Jayne Anne Phillips (2009)
Knopf (2009)
254 pp


My first new book of 2009 set a high standard I hope is met by many more books written this year. Lark and Termite received an extremely positive review from Michiko Kakutani in The New York Times daily. Just a couple of weeks later, The New York Times Book Review, which runs independent of the daily book reviews, also gave a positive review. On that same day, The Washington Post printed yet another positive review. Who can resist reading such a highly praised book? Who can know if that praise will set up unattainable expectations, making the book less than expected, and therefore disappointing?

The book begins on July 26, 1950. On the other side of the world from where he left his pregnant wife Lola, Corporal Robert Leavitt is directing a group of soldiers and Korean civilians in a plan to help the Korean civilians escape advancing North Korean forces. As he walks, Leavitt straddles two worlds: the immediate, urgent world of the war and the march and the vaulted, dreamy (indeed, visionary) world of home where his wife is expecting the child to be born any day. The narrative shifts from one world to the other almost seamlessly, rendering an almost halucinogenic effect similar to what I felt in Tim O’Brien’s The Things They Carried (O’Brien, incidentally, said that Lark and Termite is the best book he’s read in the last five years). And even as the narrative of what’s going on in Leavitt’s head, Phillips keeps the reader focused on the setting by pausing the narrative with haunting descriptions:

Smoke veils the air like souls in drifting suspension, declining the war’s insistence everyone move on.

While directing the civilians, Leavitt sees a young Korean girl holding an apparently blind and perhaps handicapped Korean boy. The girl is refusing to walk because next to her is an old Korean woman who refuses to move. The girl cannot handle this old woman and the young child. Leavitt, disregarding the instructions he had just voiced to his men (“Monitor, do not assist.”), goes over to help. The narrative pauses, momentarily, as the young boy is briefly introduced. There is no doubt the boy is blind, as his eyes are covered by a blue film. However, the boy seemed hyper-aware of what was going on and sensed before anyone the coming onslaught.

Moving quickly, edging through, he feels the boy’s small body go rigid, his apprehension heighten to a nearly audible pitch; Leavitt imagines the clear, high tone of a tuning fork struck in midair. It’s that kind of focus, emotionless and pure, so sharply true that nothing else exists.

Bullets fly all around as U.S. planes begin strafing the area, wounding Leavitt as he runs with the three Koreans into a tunnel where they become trapped by paranoid friendly fire. When Leavitt is wounded, the borders between reality and halucination disappear and the boundaries of perceived reality give way to another sensation of reality.

The book then proceeds to July 26, 1959, and introduces three other main characters who will narrate portions of the book. Lark, Termite, and Nonie reside in West Virginia. It doesn’t take too long before we understand the family dynamic. Termite, now nine, is the baby Leavitt never gets to meet. He’s severely handicapped. Some characters don’t believe he understands a thing about what is going on. Lark, however, believes he does even if he doesn’t experience it in the same way and even if he cannot express it the same way. Lark, seventeen, is Termite’s half-sister, Lola’s daughter from another relationship. Nonie is Lola’s sister, and all we see suggests that Lola is out of the picture and that Nonie has been raising both children as if they’re her own.

She chuckles and shakes her head. “Poor Lola, gone so long and still the elephant in the room. She got what she wanted, in a way. Well out of it and still pulling the strings.”

“There aren’t any strings,” I tell Elise. “There’s just what happened.”

“There’s Lark,” Elise says, “and there’s Termite.”

She offers me a cigarette and I take it. We stand here smoking, adjusting to the heat.

There are several ties to William Faulkner throughout the book. Indeed, one of its three epigrams is from The Sound and the Fury. And like that novel, Lark and Termite divides its chapters into discreet narratives from the perspective of one of the main characters — and one of the characters is severely handicapped. Also, a running theme in Faulkner is the tie between the generations. However, where Faulkner seemed to focus on how the sins of the fathers affects later generations, Phillips shows a more touching and perhaps deeper connection between the generations. In her novel, the characters seem to feel each other across the ether of time and space. This renders an effect that is at once haunting and touching. Here is a small passage where the connection between Termite and the Korean boy is particularly apparent:

Gently, she turns the boy’s head so that his gaze falls unseeing on Leavitt’s face. The uneven blue of his pupils is impenatrable, depthless and cloudy, but the blue seems quietly, deeply lit. The blue never wavers. What does he see behind it. Shadows. Sounds. Leavitt doesn’t ask but the boy inclines his head as though to answer.

And now, to Termite’s time:

There’s a picture inside the roar, a tunnel inside the tunnel. He’s been here before and he looks deeper each time and he sees. There are sleepers everywhere, bodies crowded together. The bodies are always here, so many of them in the tunnel when the train roars across above, bodies spilled and still, barely stirring. The train pulls and lifts and shows them and lets them move. They know he sees them but they cannot see or say. No sounds, just the roar, lifting them with their eyes still closed, turning them over like the pages of a book.

Also, much like Faulker, the events in the novel remove themselves from the sphere of straight narrative and become something not so much abstract as mythical. A tunnel is a womb and a tomb. A pending rainstorm brings a scourging and purging flood. One is struck by the power of such images. Further, music and sound run through the novel just as much as the words on the page. Phillips utilizes the feel of sound and injects it into the books form, giving the novel some wonderful texture.

Jayne Anne Phillips has graciously agreed to answer a few questions I put to her, but she’s been busy on her book tour and has not been able to finish the interview quite yet. Hopefully in the near future her interview will appear here.

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  1. KevinfromCanada February 24, 2009 at 10:57 am

    I’m beginning to understand why this book is getting such a positive response — this review is a major help. All the others have focused on Termite/Lark and I had trouble seeing how that produced such a good book. Your exploration of the other themes starts to explain to me why someone like Tim O’Brien would be so enthusiastic. I also admit that I am very impressed at the wide range of people who have called it an excellent book.

  2. Trevor February 24, 2009 at 7:27 pm

    It’s a very good book, Kevin. I wrote this review a couple of weeks ago and reading it again brought the book back to me. As a simple narrative it might sound like a sentimental tale, but some of the elements I highlighted in my review elevated the book to another level.

  3. RLN April 21, 2009 at 12:24 pm

    I just finished this book, and also appreciate your review. A lasting experience. I miss all the characters.

  4. Trevor April 21, 2009 at 1:14 pm

    There are still several parts that I remember well, RLN. It doesn’t seem to be getting the attention it deserves, and I’m not sure that will change since I don’t think it will make any of the prize lists. I’m no judge for those, though.

  5. William Rycroft May 8, 2009 at 3:33 am

    Thank you so much for reading and recommending this novel Trevor. I am certain that I would never have thought to read it otherwise and what a loss that would have been. A beautiful book. My thoughts are here.

  6. Trevor May 8, 2009 at 6:54 am

    Thanks William. I enjoyed reading your review because it helped me remember the book again. It’s especially nice since you just read The Sound and the Fury, so your ability to show the connections is better than mine! Glad to have pointed the way! KFC pointed the way for me (though I don’t think he’s read it yet).

  7. KevinfromCanada May 8, 2009 at 10:32 am

    I have not yet. And with the stack of longish new releases in the library, it is going to be some months until I do get to it — but I will. Will’s review confirms my impression that there is more to this book than a short description of the plot indicates. A concern I would have had would be that it risks becoming overly sentimental — thoughts?

  8. Trevor May 8, 2009 at 11:28 am

    I actually kept thinking it might veer to the sentimental, Kevin. Even as I was enjoying it I kept thinking, well, it’s probably going to worsen. It didn’t, though, and in the end I was surprised at how well Phillips avoided the line of sentimentality.

    By the way, good new on the interview front. Jayne Anne Phillips is in Italy for a while, but when she gets back later this month, I will be getting in touch with her to get that rolling again.

  9. William Rycroft May 9, 2009 at 8:46 am

    I’m not quite sure how she does it but she avoids the sentimentality trap, perhaps by keeping her characters firmly rooted in the reality of their situations rather than getting caught up in the potential storm of emotions. There is no easy forgiveness or acceptance either.

  10. Elizabeth May 29, 2009 at 5:58 am

    Wonderful novel. There have been some complaints about the quick wrap-up of the story at the end of the novel, and I don’t think they’re justified. I was out in the water in Katrina, floating on beams, doors, etc. from buildings that disintegrated, and my experience of the aftermath of Katrina was quite rushed, including unlikely decisions made quickly and consequent discoveries about family members and their attitudes. Phillips’ treatment of the aftermath of the flood simply seems accurate to me.

  11. Trevor May 30, 2009 at 8:13 pm

    Thanks for your comment, Elizabeth. I’m sure you have a much better handle on whether it felt right! For me, not having a good idea, it still felt right.

  12. Lee Monks December 21, 2009 at 11:29 am

    William Ryecroft and your excellent piece here (great interview) have prompted me to get hold of this, though having read Machine Dreams many years ago I can’t say I recall a great deal. Perhaps I should try it again. And in any case, anyone that has ‘Last Exit To Brooklyn’ in their faves list demands respect!

  13. rosalind martin June 18, 2012 at 10:36 pm

    Why why fake facts? Faulkner, Joyce and the others wrote personal epics of fiction. Phillips is undoubtedly talented. Why why make the history so grossly gauzy? Her “facts” about Coral Gables, Florida are so wrong as to make me doubt every “fact” in the work. The description of the soldier’s memorial items in the box didn’t include dogtags, but does include a jacket?! Why? Two very different women shoot themselves in the head… sounds fake to me… especially the one who has a baby by a beloved soldier. How many women reading the book really felt that wasn’t a faked ending? Sorry, there’s storytelling and there’s factual rendering and it’s getting more and more confused by writers. I don’t like it.

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