Jenny Colgan

Horribly described sex: The Last Chairlift, by John Irving, reviewed

It’s best to remember why Irving was once so celebrated rather than dwell on the incest and scatology here

John Irving. [Getty Images] 
issue 22 October 2022

Some time ago I was a guest at a book festival in France where we were invited to dinner in the town hall with local dignitaries. I was asked if I liked asparagus. I do, I said, thinking of delicious green spears. Good, said the woman in charge, as it was the asparagus season. I was then presented with an enormous plate of leek-sized white asparagus with a tiny dab of hollandaise on the side, and then expected to eat my way through essentially a fibrous albino python as the dignitaries looked on expectantly. It was a long evening.

I mention this because that’s basically what the experience of reading this book is like. A fellow reviewer demurred and said, no, it’s more akin to dragging your broken leg down a mountain, à la Touching the Void.

The thing is, John Irving is a genius –a comic, warm, brilliant genius. The fact that this book is terrible is simply something we must all just get over. Everyone has forgotten to press the lock button on an Intercity train and had the door opened on them. Let’s not do that to a brilliant titan of American literature, someone who on his best days touches Dickens.

Instead of talking about the incredible amount of horribly described sex, we will instead marvel at the way A Prayer for Owen Meany, Irving’s immaculately plotted 1989 lament for a generation lost to Vietnam, can still reduce grown men to tears. Instead of referring to the absolutely insane amounts of repetition and endless allusions to Adam’s smallness (it’s a roman à clef apparently: Irving is 5ft 6in), let us remember how very daring he was to write an entire book about abortion in The Cider House Rules in 1985, an American classic that would never be published these days (and is on several American banned lists), subsequently turned into a beautiful film that won an Oscar for Michael Caine.

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