Peter Carey’s New Novel Plays Disorienting Identity Games

His Illegal Self—the latest novel by two-time Booker Prize winner Peter Carey—is, among other things, a name game. Seven-year-old Jay discovers he's also called "Che" when an unknown hippie with ties to his absent parents appears at his grandmother's New York apartment. The stranger's name is Anna Xenos (because "Xenos meant displaced person"), but she's known as Dial ("because . . . dialectic had been invented by Zeno"). Unprompted, Jay decides to think of her as Mom, though she does not claim the title herself. This last appellation explains—for nothing else can—his breezy acquiescence when she spirits him away to Australia.

The boy has grown up under the care of his imperious grandmother, who takes one martini at 6 p.m. daily and maintains certain expectations about Jay's behavior. At the Guggenheim Museum (built by one "Frank Lord Right"), she orders him to run up the spiral ramp while she sails ceiling-ward on the elevator. "Frank Lord Right was not building Calvary, she said, did not mean us to trudge upward to our crucifixion." Questions about Jay's radical parents, whom the boy barely knew, haunt this finely portrayed cocoon of Park Avenue privilege.

At its best, this curious novel is a study of disorientation, of knowing neither where nor who one is; the unmapped Australian wilderness provides a strange and lovely analog to Jay's mysterious parentage. (In one of the many stunning phrases that stud His Illegal Self, Jay imagines his bearded father possessing a "secret itchy life enclosed in hair.") His urge to understand his past grants the book a powerful emotional anchor.

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His Illegal Self
By Peter Carey
Knopf, 288 pp., $25

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Dial, herself a former radical, struggles with her own complex identity. Unfortunately, we grapple with it, too. Her believability as a character suffers a blow when she improbably attacks an acquaintance with a plank of wood. Jay's behavior, likewise, occasionally seems unlikely for someone so young (as when he says, "You can't imagine me"). By the end, we feel a bit unsure of who Carey's characters really are—making it fitting, if not satisfying, that they bear so many names.

 
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