{"id":7590,"date":"2012-07-26T16:09:51","date_gmt":"2012-07-26T20:09:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/?p=7590"},"modified":"2016-07-20T16:39:07","modified_gmt":"2016-07-20T20:39:07","slug":"k-arnold-price-the-new-perspective","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/2012\/07\/26\/k-arnold-price-the-new-perspective\/","title":{"rendered":"K. Arnold Price: <em>The New Perspective<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre><span style=\"color: #003366;\"><em><strong>The New Perspective<\/strong><\/em><\/span>\r\n<span style=\"color: #808080;\">by K. Arnold Price (1980)<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"color: #808080;\">Littlehampton Book Services (1980)<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"color: #808080;\">85 pp<\/span><\/pre>\n<p>A few years ago, <em>The Guardian<\/em> ran an article titled <a title=\"Guardian Article\" href=\"http:\/\/www.guardian.co.uk\/books\/2007\/sep\/02\/fiction.features1\" target=\"_blank\">&#8220;How did we miss these?&#8221;<\/a> Here, &#8220;50 celebrated\u00a0writers&#8221; chose one book that was a lost literary treasure.\u00a0(I have been happy to see a few from this list come out from NYRB\u00a0Classics in the past few years).\u00a0Colm\u00a0T\u00f3ib\u00edn\u00a0picked a book by a fellow Irish author. According to T\u00f3ib\u00edn, K. Arnold Price was 84 when she published her debut, <em>The New Perspective<\/em>. I don&#8217;t think I saw this article until a few years later, and when I did I didn&#8217;t run out and find the elusive book. William Rycroft did, though, and loved it (his review is <a title=\"Will's Review\" href=\"http:\/\/justwilliamsluck.blogspot.com\/2010\/09\/what-have-we-been-all-this-time.html\" target=\"_blank\">here<\/a>).\u00a0Loved it so much, in fact, that he lent me his copy, hoping this book finds another admiring reader.\u00a0It did.<\/p>\n<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"7591\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/2012\/07\/26\/k-arnold-price-the-new-perspective\/the-new-perspective\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/The-New-Perspective.jpg?fit=340%2C530&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"340,530\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"The-New-Perspective\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/The-New-Perspective.jpg?fit=192%2C300&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/The-New-Perspective.jpg?fit=340%2C530&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-7591 size-full\" title=\"The-New-Perspective\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/The-New-Perspective.jpg?resize=340%2C530\" width=\"340\" height=\"530\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/The-New-Perspective.jpg?resize=192%2C300&amp;ssl=1 192w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/The-New-Perspective.jpg?fit=340%2C530&amp;ssl=1 340w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 340px) 100vw, 340px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I had read Will&#8217;s thoughts onThe New Perspective, but I couldn&#8217;t remember what it was about, and that cover didn&#8217;t help. So I just dug in, without even reading the jacket cover. I was a bit surprised at how quickly the book&#8217;s tone settled on me and I felt I knew the two main characters, Cormac and Pattie, husband and wife. But not knowing these characters is part of the point.<\/p>\n<p>For much of the book, Pattie is a first-person narrator, and here she is as she and Cormac drive home from her son&#8217;s wedding:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">At any rate the unflagging movement of the car is satisfying. We are driving away <em>from<\/em> &#8212; yesterday we were driving <em>to<\/em>. The thing is done, accomplished, not brilliantly, not even with the excitement that might be expected on such an occasion, but at least carried through and settled &#8212; as far as any human contract can be said to be settled.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Price puts Pattie&#8217;s mood on page perfectly. She herself is rather unassuming for herself but also for other people. It&#8217;s as if she doesn&#8217;t expect much from them and they never fail to meet that expectation. On this occasion, though, she feels she might should feel something:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Later, lying on our backs in bed in a room faintly lighted from a street lamp, I confess my guilty feelings to Cormac.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">I couldn&#8217;t feel any proper sentiments! Everything seemed absurd &#8212; I couldn&#8217;t get up any interest in Valerie. She is a <em>dull<\/em> girl, Cormac!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">M&#8217;m . . . dull to you, perhaps. She suits Bob. It&#8217;ll last, I think.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">And I couldn&#8217;t stop criticising. Did you notice Valerie&#8217;s mother? I thought she looked grotesque, poor thing! I felt we were taking part in some elaborate clowning &#8212; and not even well done . . .<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">A wedding, says Cormac, yawning, is a survival. It&#8217;s archaic, a Feast of Unreason.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">That&#8217;s what it is. Nothing was real.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Don&#8217;t worry, says Cormac.\u00a0It&#8217;s the last. There won&#8217;t be any more in this family.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>When this last son has left the house, Pattie and Cormac have been married for 26 years. They are the quiet type.\u00a0They have no\u00a0real interest in society, and Pattie finally feels like they can now phase into their private life together, a private life in which she has the utmost confidence.\u00a0Pattie feels\u00a0secure\u00a0that she and Cormac have weathered whatever storms would come their way, and she doesn&#8217;t want to be with anyone besides this man who may not communicate much vocally but &#8220;whose power of physical communion I must call perfection.&#8221; He is obviously kind to her, expects her to do as she pleases.<\/p>\n<p>To start off their new life together, they move to a new home, one they can make their own, stripped of the obligations of their past lives. Pattie is excited to set it up with Cormac. One day Cormac comes home and simply tells Pattie that he&#8217;s purchased a violin.\u00a0And then, the stranger, proceeds to play it. Pattie had no idea he had ever touched one. He hasn&#8217;t since a few years before they were married. He had other priorities that needed taken care of, so he put it aside and never mentioned it.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Over and over again I hear our voices in question and answer:<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003366;\"><em>Didn&#8217;t you miss it?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003366;\"><em>Terribly.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">When has Cormac ever admitted to missing anything? To being disappointed? Depressed? Frustrated?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Never.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">And yet a silent renunciation for thirty years.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Nearly all those years he was with me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">This is what shakes me.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">I don&#8217;t know him.\u00a0I don&#8217;t know my husband.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>This is still fairly early in this short (84 pages) book, and what follows is a one-sided unravelling of years of comforting assumptions. The central premise reminded me of one of my favorite devastating\u00a0passages in literature, in James Joyce&#8217;s &#8220;The Dead,&#8221; when Gretta\u00a0Conroy tells her husband Gabriel about a young boy who a long time ago loved her\u00a0and died. A failure to even know about a spouse&#8217;s passion is a terrible thing, and we see Pattie&#8217;s certainty wash away and then become restored into something darker. Price&#8217;s controlled, layers prose opens this new, dark space nicely &#8212; I&#8217;m overstating a bit to say she reminded me of Cynthia Ozick, but only a bit.<\/p>\n<p>This is a fine book, a lost treasure indeed (something NYRB Classics specializes in, ahem).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Trevor reviews K. 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