July 22, 2010

Lee Rourke: The Canal

Posted in Melville House, Rourke Lee at 8:00 am by John Self

Lee Rourke’s debut novel is one of those books I knew I had to read. I’d been meaning to get his collection of stories, Everyday, which was praised by trustworthy sources. When I discovered that his novel was to be published by the reliable Melville House, that sealed the deal.


The Canal is a novel about boredom which, through some alchemy, manages never to be boring, even when it seems to aim that way. The language used by its nameless narrator is plain, even deliberately banal.

It was good sitting there, watching the world go by – saying nothing, doing nothing. It was really good.

‘There’ is a bench by a canal in North London, where our narrator, like Reger in Old Masters, goes regularly to sit. (“I’ve often thought that we seek reality in places and not in ourselves.”) The location is grounded in reality but anonymous, specific but vague. The canal is a place defined by function but largely unvisited; blank but threatening. Unlike Reger, our man is not contemplating a work of art but the routines of life, and he is filled not with splenetic rage but with apathy and even a sort of pleasure at the littleness of his existence.

I liked being bored – I liked what it was doing to me. The word “boring” is usually used to denote a lack of meaning – an acute emptiness. But the weight of boredom at that moment was almost overwhelming, it sure as hell wasn’t empty of anything; it was tangible – it had meaning.

People who embrace boredom, he suggests, avoid becoming “lost in superfluous activity,” like the multitudes who “are just as bored as I am, only they think they’re not because they’re continually doing something.” He embraces his boredom so enthusiastically – if that’s the word – that he gives up his job. “I am bored with work full stop. Not your company, but work.” Like Melville’s Bartleby, he would prefer not to. His rewards are the mesmeric routines of existence by the canal: the swans; the building overlooking his bench, with the office workers who never look out; and a mysterious young woman who joins him and with whom he strikes up a rapport.

Violence enters the narrator’s longed-for stasis as he is confronted by a group of youths. Like many elements of The Canal, these encounters recur and rerun, the teen argot of the attackers becoming a sort of unmusical overture, repeated from four angles each time. The threatening atmosphere they bring with them is present too in the subdued violence of the young woman the narrator befriends. She tells stories of her experiences, of mechanised killing which recalls a Ballardian worldview.

And as our world becomes increasingly boring, as the future progresses into a quagmire of nothingness, our world will becoming increasingly more violent. It is an impulse that controls us. It is an impulse we cannot ignore.

These worthwhile touchstones – Ballard, Melville, Bernhard – do not mean that The Canal has no identity of its own. In fact it is an idiosyncratic book which is likely to linger in memory whatever the reader makes of it. It has teasings of traditional novelistic concerns, but delivered in a welter of blank style, forceful repetitions, naturalistic blunted dialogue, and ready-made controversies like the woman’s paean to suicide bombers (“They … excite … me”). This last is not lazy tabloid-baiting but ties in with the book’s theme, the dangers of unaccepted boredom:

“It’s interesting to note that a sizable minority of extremists are recent converts. They have nothing else to do. We are empty.”

What these elements mean is that The Canal is a novel which forces the reader to engage with the book on its own terms. In a world where many books conform to expectations and run in the ruts of their predecessors, this is an unsettling and at times confounding experience. Like many of the books I recommend these days, it is likely that The Canal will not please everyone – but what worthwhile book does? Nonetheless, its rarity, its persistence – its brevity – make it a valuable addition to that shelf of books which tackle real life, our daily existence, head-on, rather than wrapping it in the distracting ribbons of so much fiction.

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24 Comments »

  1. tom said,

    Thanks, John, I was hoping you’d review this one. I wasn’t sure about adding it to my shopping list before, and shied away from Everyday thinking that it sounded promising but his next would probably be a lot better. Now I’m convinced.

    p.s. I love that cover, it seems almost perfect

  2. Nick said,

    You’ve more than fairly succeeded in reviewing a book about boredom without being yourself boring, and in making the book attractive. That’s quite a feat!

    Were you never tempted as Borges to review imaginary books?

  3. The cover is marvellous.

    It sounds excellent. A book about boredom, among other things, that isn’t boring? That’s no small achievement. And the Ballardian resonances don’t hurt either.

    Thanks for the steer John, I’d missed this one and it’s definitely the sort of book that interests me.

  4. stuart evers said,

    Hi John – so glad you agreed with my reading of the book. It’s definitely one that could go either way. You’ve hit the nail on the head about its engagement with modern life. It feels like it could only have been written now, when so much other fiction seems to want to turn its back on the way we actually live.

  5. Guy Savage said,

    Agree–what a great cover. This one piques my interest–after all apathy is my speciality.

  6. Trevor said,

    Definitely one that interests me. Thanks for taking it on!

  7. Nick said,

    Intriguing book. How true that we can become lost in superfluous activity and so busy we’re unaware that we’re bored rigid. And how true that boredom can have a tangible meaning of its own. Must take a look at this one.

    (And you know which Nick this is, John!)

  8. kimbofo said,

    What an interesting idea for a novel, given I was brought up with the mantra that intelligent people never get bored! ;-)

    Oh, and can I just second (or is it third?) the beauty of the cover.

    • Nick said,

      That must be a really tough mantra to live up to.
      I’m clearly stupid.

      I agree, the cover is sumptuous.

  9. John Self said,

    Kim, that sounds a little like the Zelda Fitzgerald quote which inspired the Pet Shop Boys’ song ‘Being Boring':

    She covered her face with powder and paint because she didn’t need it, and she refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn’t boring. She was conscious that the things she did were the things she had always wanted to do.

    I agree with all above that the cover is just wonderful.

  10. Lee Monks said,

    Dare I say that if this book was called ‘Le Canale’ and was written by Laurent Larourke, we might have heard of it before this excellent review?

  11. John Self said,

    Well, probably not Lee, as it was published in the UK only this week (and in the US last month) – but point taken! It certainly has a European literary sensibility. And I think Laurent Larourke is an excellent name…

  12. PaulSweeney said,

    Yip, nice review, straight onto my wish list. Must say it’s interesting to see a novel like this escape the shadow of Beckett?

  13. I placed an order for it today.

    Looking forward to it. Thanks again for the tip John.

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  15. It arrived the other day. What an odd physical format it has. Curiously long yet not tall. Do you know any of the background of the printing John?

  16. John Self said,

    I don’t, Max, except that it’s a US publisher and so was presumably printed in that country. And they do things differently there…

  17. Lee Monks said,

    That’s an odd one, I’ve always found: why US copies of books are so much better than the ones over here. Are we cheapskates? The difference, from my point of view at least, in paper quality, cover design (if it differs, you can bet the US one is that bit more thought out, slick and agreeable), seeming durability and, often, font. They’re just sexier things. And I’ve never been sure why.

  18. Paul Sweeney said,

    Funny, i buy through amazon.com as opposed to .uk because I’d rather have the beautiful book than the free shipping.

  19. ambergold said,

    You have just convinced me to read this, thank you.

  20. [...] first heard about The Canal at John Self’s blog, The Asylum, here. Interestingly I note we picked out some of the same quotes. I always find that strangely [...]

  21. [...] first heard about The Canal at John Self’s blog, The Asylum, here. Interestingly I note we picked out some of the same quotes. I always find that strangely [...]

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  23. [...] Iyer’s debut novel comes from the admirable Melville House, home of Lee Rourke’s The Canal and Hans Fallada and the Art of the Novella series. It also features high praise on the back cover [...]


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