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The Country Ahead of Us, the Country Behind


The Other by David Guterson / Jennifer McKeown

Book Reviews | August 6, 2008 | Comments (7)


David Guterson is the critically acclaimed author of Snow Falling on Cedars, but his latest work doesn’t live up to the greatness of its famous predecessor. While Guterson’s prose shines, it isn’t enough to propel The Other past its overall insipidness.

The story is an old one. Two unlikely friends bond over some common interests. As teens, they are idealists and rebel against the constraints of society. As adults, things change. Of course, there are no new stories; it’s how they’re told that counts. Unfortunately, Guterson doesn’t offer much new in the telling, either.

The novel begins in 1972, when John William Barry, the wealthy son of two privileged families, and Neil Countryman, our narrator and the son of blue-collar carpenters, race one another at a track meet. We know from the novel’s opening pages that Neil is remembering these events as an adult; of the track meet, Neil writes, “That’s how I met the privileged boy who would later become ‘the hermit of the Hoh’…that loner who lived in the woods for seven years and who bequeathed me four hundred and forty million dollars.” This explanation removes much of the novel’s suspense, and although many authors often employ this technique, one wonders if The Other might have benefited had Guterson withheld such early explanation.

After disclosing news of John William’s death, Neil switches gears and details the birth of their friendship. Despite their differences, the two become friends, bonding over drugs, philosophy, and a love of nature. The two often first get stoned and then get lost in the wilderness of Washington. They argue about ideas, John William preferring the philosophy of the Gnostics.

Their friendship continues until college, when their paths begin to diverge. While Neil becomes an English major, John William just becomes weird, chaining himself to radiators in protest against the college and walking barefoot and bearded. Soon, John William drops out of college altogether, and then he gets really weird.

Eventually, John William totally withdraws from society, excavating a cave he’s found in the wilderness. He becomes a hermit, and Neil takes it upon himself to occasionally visit his friend and supply him with necessities. Meanwhile, Neil develops into a fully-functioning adult — a hypocrite, he says — with a respectable job, a loving wife, and two sons of his own.

Soon John William suffers the fate we knew was coming from the beginning, and Neil finds himself torn between his duty to society and his duty to his friend. In an effort to better understand John William and to atone for his own transgressions, Neil visits a few people integral to his friend’s development. While some might argue that the “life-altering revelation” (to quote the book’s jacket) sufficiently explains John William’s psychology and provides sufficient titillation, others might find the revelation underwhelming and unsatisfying.

The final revelation would be more fulfilling, however, if the characters were more likable. Unfortunately, The Other’s biggest flaw is its inability to make readers care for either of its protagonists. John William is an enigma; even after Guterson provides a few glimpses (that is, if a glimpse can be described as interminably long) into his childhood to explain his motivation, John William’s decision to retreat from society is never truly understood — nor is he likable enough to make up for it. Countryman is a more interesting character, but even he fails to move The Other from bland to stimulating.

The Other wasn’t an unpleasant read by any means, but it’s ultimately forgettable. Unless you’re a Guterson fan, you aren’t missing out by avoiding it.

Jennifer McKeown reads way too much and blogs about her experiences over at Bibliolatry.


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Comments

That's rather disappointing. I had heard of this book, and was curious as to the characters. I think the real strength of any book, and hence my appeal to them, are the character studies...the ability to delve into the mind and personality and motivation of another person. Feeling them fleshed out before your eyes and in your mind, until they are almost a real person siting next to you telling you their life story.

It's sad when an author can't deliver that on a promising premise.

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at August 6, 2008 11:45 AM

I liked Snow Falling on Cedars, but I've never had the burning desire to read any other books by the author. The characters sound pretty interesting, actually. I like anti-heroes and narratives of bliss (stories that meander without much happening, no clear climaxes). But the review is lukewarm enough to convince me to wait for my library to pick it up.

Posted by: phquaryn at August 6, 2008 3:04 PM

I only wish that you could've told me how he died and where the money came from because I'll probably never read the book, but I enjoyed your retelling of it. Meh, I suppose when I forget about this in about 10 minutes, I'll be okay with it.

Posted by: jamiepants at August 6, 2008 3:11 PM

This explanation removes much of the novel's suspense, and although many authors often employ this technique, one wonders if The Other might have benefited had Guterson withheld such early explanation.

As an avid reader, one of my real pet peeves is when authors divulge too much, too quickly. It's almost as if they've got writer's tourettes and want to spew everything out before they forget what they want to say.

Also, after having worked in a bookstore for 5 years during my university days and was introduced to such an incredible array, I realized that Mr. Guterson is an over-rated one-hit-wonder.

Posted by: popejenn at August 6, 2008 7:42 PM

Damn my inability to use simple html tags.

The first paragraph was supposed to be italicized as it is a direct quote from Jennifer McKeown's review.

Posted by: popejenn at August 6, 2008 7:44 PM

I realized that Mr. Guterson is an over-rated one-hit-wonder - Harper Lee wrote To Kill a Mockingbird and quit. She said she didn't have anything else left to say. When writers get advances to write books, it must be hard to up and quit.

Ok, I admit I wrote this comment to flaunt my html tag-mastery. Your bookstore one-hit-wonder-radar must serve you well though, popejenn.

Posted by: phquaryn at August 7, 2008 11:41 AM

Unbelievable! Beautiful html tags... How much do you charge for lessons? I am one of the dumbasses who never bothered to learn, hoping and assuming that my meanings could be derived from simple text. Clearly that backfired in another thread.

I will pay you in monopoly money stolen from my grandparent's house when I was 11, thinking it was real and I could use it to buy candy. It must be good somewhere...

Having worked in a bookstore when Oprah started her club for mindless house-drones made my life a living hell. On the brightside, I always got an early glance at the Harry Potter books!

Posted by: popejenn at August 7, 2008 9:02 PM