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Ralph Messenger is a man who knows what he wants and generally gets it. Approaching his fiftieth birthday, he has good reason to feel pleased with himself. As Director of the prestigious Holt Belling Centre for Cognitive Science at the University of Gloucester, he is much in demand as a pundit on developments in artificial intelligence and the study of human consciousness – “the last frontier of scientific enquiry.” He enjoys an affluent lifestyle subsidized by the wealth of his American wife, Carrie. Known to colleagues on the conference circuit as a womanizer and to Private Eye as “Media Dong,” he has a tacit understanding with Carrie to refrain from philandering in his own back yard. This resolution is already weakening when he meets and is attracted to Helen Reed, a distinguished novelist still grieving the sudden death of her husband more than a year ago. She has rented out her London house and taken up a post as writer- in-residence at Gloucester University, partly to try and get over her bereavement. Fascinated and challenged by a personality radically at odds with her own, Helen is aroused by Ralph’s bold advances, but resists on moral principle. The stand-off between them is shattered by a series of events that dramatically confirms the truth of Ralph’s dictum, “We can never know for certain what another person is thinking.”… (more)
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(Not mere porn, either; British porn. Dear God. I don’t pretend to have any answers as to why British sex writing is so appalling, I just know it is.)
The two main characters present an interesting contrast - a
In the end, it is the ending that lets one down with all the bits tied down, every punishment fitting every crime - although some may be a touch draconian - and a rather facile endorsement of the idea that what's sauce for the goose...
The narrative felt a bit slowed down by all the information about this obscure science, but then really picked up steam in the last hundred pages or so when Ralph became concerned that he could have a terminal illness. I kept thinking, "No! Don't kill the messenger!" Although the truth is, Ralph Messenger was not a very likeable or sympathetic protagonist. The female lead, Helen Reed, was eminently more likeable. But the truth is, Lodge is perhaps one of the most skillful living practitioners of the art of fiction, and, despite Messenger's reprehensible and rather predatory behavior toward women, this was another darn good read.
I was surprised to note in his acknowledgements page that Lodge was inspired to write this book by an article written by John Cornwell, a name I knew from reading Cornwell's memoir, SEMINARY BOY - an excellent and absorbing look at the Catholic Church's 'priest factories' in the 1950s. Since Helen Reed is a lapsed Catholic still clinging to fragments of her faith, learning of Cornwell's influence provides an intersting twist. Or maybe that's just me. In any case, THINKS... is a fascinating look at all the nooks and crannies of what it means to be a thinking human being.
I got the feeling the author was experimenting with styles here - mixing up third person narrative in which the reader has no insight into the characters' inner thoughts with first person narrative and "stream of conscious" narrative (and that last one could be testing at times, until it settled down later in the book and paragraphs were included).
It was clever, it was gripping and above all it was funny: "What it's like to be a bat" in the style of Irvine Welsh was the funniest thing I've read this year.
There are a few different styles in this book which may unsettle some readers. Ralph is revealed through his new thought experiment - recording on tape his reflections of the day, to eventually analyse it to get more insight into human consciousness and help get his work over the hurdle of artificial intelligence only reproducing monkey behaviour, and at best an autistic child, and produce results that are more like normal functioning humans. Helen starts writing a diary to help her get over the death of her husband and to find her writing impulse again. A third 3rd person view of the story is used sparingly and helps the narrative unfold. Overall it did give you the "view from the trenches" of each camp.
The book is full of a lot of cliches and predictable situations and outcomes - the one exception was Helen discovering some facts about her married life. But that is not where the action is - its in the exchange of ideas. issues are raised but not really resolved, so the author needs to "pull a rabbit out of the hat" to bring the narrative to a conclusion, in a somewhat stock standard manner - and that was disappointing as no new understanding of consciousness emerged. Or maybe that is the point of human consciousness - no answers, just a way of getting around.
A good, worthwhile read.