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This book left behind a very strange aftertaste. On the one hand, I read the book with great interest, although I was initially afraid that I might lose this interest, but every evening I started reading with the thought: “So, what happened to Garp next?” It’s amazing that the author managed to write every stage of Garp’s life from conception to death so that the interest did not fade. It felt like I was reading not one book, but several books, a family saga consisting of many parts. The heroes all became like my relatives, their characters were well spelled out and understood. The author leaves very unusual tips and Easter eggs, hinting to us what will happen in the future, sometimes it happens in the form of dreams, sometimes parallels are in Garp’s works, in seemingly accidentally abandoned phrases. The book pays a lot of attention to sex, or rather sex here becomes the trigger for all the events that happen. Even the heroes themselves do not realise how much their life depends on sex. It all starts with the story of asexual Jenny Fields, whose life sex breaks into in one way or another, even though she would like to avoid it with all her might. The obsession with sex affects Jenny’s views, affects the behaviour of Garp the Elder, which eventually gives life to Garp. Garp’s first sexual experience, strangely enough, has a significant impact on his future, he will come to him after many years. Garp’s sexual adventures become the basis for his books. The book written by Jenny is perceived as a feminist manifesto. Jamesians appear as a result of rape. Helen’s sexual adventures are the impetus for even more tragic consequences. In general, everything in the book revolves around sex in one way or another. And the sex itself seems to be a completely normal, healthy and pleasant thing. But people’s attitude to him, their obsession with sex or vice versa his denial, increased attention to issues related to him, seems to be the root of all troubles. It’s like the most painful and unnatural attitude to the natural human need. In general, the book pays a lot of attention to asexuals, transgender people, treason, violence, feminism. All this is questioned, rejected, accepted, and then in a circle. All this generates waves of anger that sweep away everything in its path. And so I finished this brick, I look at it and think - what is the meaning of his work? It’s like everything’s about nothing, it’s not leading to anything. It’s on the one hand. And on the other... As if everything here leads to the need to treat people more tolerantly, to accept them as they are. Again, this is not the key to success, many people who demand understanding, as if they revel in the fact that they do not get this understanding, and if they do, it is not at all what they wanted, which gives rise to a new wave of disagreements. Everything here is very ambiguous, as in life. While my attitude to this work and John Irving remains ambiguous, I probably need more time to digest what I have read, think about everything properly, get acquainted with the author’s other books, so I’ll do it. Harp had no chance to resist comparisons with the creative and life path of the mother sun, but in the homoness of inexorable critics, he still found his face, his voice, his name, gradually overcoming the path from the inventor to the realist, slashing out the grief on paper, and back... And, perhaps, before others, he realised that people often make unjustified conclusions and bear almost no responsibility for it. In my eyes, Garp grew up as a man and as a writer. I saw him as a very young boy engaged in wrestling and in love with the coach’s well-read daughter; and overcoming the strange attachment to the ageing prostitute of young men, who learned from personal experience that the time of human life is a moment; and a husband-householder, always dissatisfied with himself, his inability to resist from carnal desires, and experiencing the anxiety of fatherhood, when the paranoid imagination fuels the fear for his child. Harp gained, but also lost. Often through its own fault. Only sometimes the price of the mistake is prohibitively high, and you can’t guess from which side the Under Toad will appear. I was indignant at the betrayal of Garp (and Helen), crooked at their strange, morally-bound attempt to save the marriage of friends, but I did not get tired of being surprised at the writer’s sanity. In the eternal debate about feminism and its radical manifestations, I was on the side of Garp every time, because, like him, I do not tolerate when a sound good idea is turned into meaningless fanaticism.
Already habitually, “The World according to Garp” turned out to be not a one-man show, but a meaningful unfolded action that absorbed the stories of many. And here’s what’s interesting: in reality it can be difficult for me to accept people who have different views on life with me, who give up morals. With Irving’s heroes, things are different. They may disappoint and make me angry, but for a short book life I will forgive them everything and I will barely find the strength to say goodbye in the finale. And I think this personal change in me is possible only because time after time the beloved and wise author reminds me that life does not tolerate categorical assessments, and a real person is not a template. He is far from ideal, but even so, imperfect, he is worthy of both attention and his moment of fame. And T.S. Garp is no exception.
Already habitually, “The World according to Garp” turned out to be not a one-man show, but a meaningful unfolded action that absorbed the stories of many. And here’s what’s interesting: in reality it can be difficult for me to accept people who have different views on life with me, who give up morals. With Irving’s heroes, things are different. They may disappoint and make me angry, but for a short book life I will forgive them everything and I will barely find the strength to say goodbye in the finale. And I think this personal change in me is possible only because time after time the beloved and wise author reminds me that life does not tolerate categorical assessments, and a real person is not a template. He is far from ideal, but even so, imperfect, he is worthy of both attention and his moment of fame. And T.S. Garp is no exception.