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Fiction. Literature. HTML: A searing novel about memory, abandonment, and betrayal from the acclaimed and bestselling Russell Banks At the center of Foregone is famed Canadian American leftist documentary filmmaker Leonard Fife, one of sixty thousand draft evaders and deserters who fled to Canada to avoid serving in Vietnam. Fife, now in his late seventies, is dying of cancer in Montreal and has agreed to a final interview in which he is determined to bare all his secrets at last, to demythologize his mythologized life. The interview is filmed by his acolyte and ex??star student, Malcolm MacLeod, in the presence of Fife's wife and alongside Malcolm's producer, cinematographer, and sound technician, all of whom have long admired Fife but who must now absorb the meaning of his astonishing, dark confession. Imaginatively structured around Fife's secret memories and alternating between the experiences of the characters who are filming his confession, the novel challenges our assumptions and understanding about a significant lost chapter in American history and the nature of memory itself. Russell Banks gives us a daring and resonant work about the scope of one man's mysterious life, revealed through the fragments of his recovered past.… (more)
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In 1968, when Leonard Fife crossed the Canadian border in the early dawn hours, he claimed to be
Even though Leonard Fife accomplished a lot during his lifetime, he is not at all happy with who he is and how he got it all done. Before he goes, he wants to make certain that Emma, his wife, knows exactly who she has been married to for the last few decades. He hopes she will still love him when he’s done talking, but before he dies, Fife is desperate to tell her all the things he has been hiding from her for so long. And so he looks into the camera and begins to tell the uncensored, unvarnished story of his life.
Or is he really?
Russell Banks’s Foregone is a deeply drawn character study, but even that character is not certain if what he is telling the world about himself is really true. Leo does know that he cannot say any of this to his wife’s face; he cannot look her in the eye and get even this close to the truths he wants her to know. So, in a darkened room, with one light shining on his face, he begins at the beginning, hoping to make it to the end of his story before he draws his last breath.
The problem for Leo is that the film crew is not happy with his rambling monologue, his wife can barely stand to be in the room while all this is happening, and the more he fades, the less sure he is that the stories he is telling really happened - and if they did happen, whether or not it was even him they happened to.
Bottom Line: Foregone is one of those books that demand a good bit of patience from the reader. It is a book in which readers are likely to dislike just about every featured character (the exception being Leo’s nurse and - mostly - his wife Emma). It is not filled with a lot of action despite the fact that it is the coming-of-age story of a man who ran from every problem he got himself into, abandoning friends and loved ones all the while. It’s a book about despair and giving up, a book about a man who, at the end of his life, doesn’t seem to like himself very much. All of that said, Leo Fife is a man and a character I will not soon forget. It is not important that I like him or not; I know him now.
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Here are a couple of quotes from the book that have stuck in my mind.
“There is nothing left of life now, except what’s in his brain and the fluids that pass through his bowels and bladder and the cancer cells that are devouring his bones and flesh, munching his organs, shutting them down one by one.”
“Other people’s memories of him will hang around for a while, of course, for a few months, anyhow, and maybe, for Emma, even years. But not his own memories. The second his cancerous body shuts his brain down, his memories will be vaporized.”
Okay, allow me one more quote, one that my late wife Vicky and I acted out countless times in our decades together.
“Since the moment he first saw her, Fife has loved looking directly at Emma. His gaze made her nervous and a little embarrassed, as if he were making a studio portrait of it, and she would look down and away and say, Please, stop staring at me.”
Fife talks about his connection to Vermont through both Goddard College and his most memorable film being about the draft evaders crossing the Canadian border for sanctuary during the Vietnam war. The book has many major themes: figuring out what exactly love is during the different stages of one’s life, dealing with the betrayals of others and even your own, gaining redemption for past wrongs, and the extremely fluid nature of memory.
I read almost all of this book on a beautiful sunny day, while sitting on a favorite bench under a grand old tree, with some fine melancholy music (thanks go to Phoebe Bridgers) playing on my headphones. Between the story, my history, and a glorious day, this was a positively surreal time reading my favorite book of this young year. I found myself feeling tears running down my sunny cheeks on many occasions. The book was a mesmerizing personal experience in that the man dying of cancer represented both my late wife and how I sometimes see myself. This story seemed to fly right into my face time after time, as it felt so much like what I’ve felt countless times. This is one very powerful book that shows Banks at his very best.
Leonard Fife is a well-regarded documentary film maker who came to Canada in 1968 allegedly as
As Leo's "confession" begins, we are surprised to learn (and Leo states that Emma does not know this) that when he came to Canada in 1968 (and not as a draft dodger as widely believed) he abandoned a wife and child in America, never to be seen again. And as his confession continues we learn of other abandonments and betrayals, Leonard ploughing on despite Malcolm's efforts (at least at first) to get his questions answered. In the initial parts of the confession, I was considering abandoning the book; I did not want to read another book about a man's "mid-life crisis" (or in this case pre-mid-life crisis). But then, the reader begins to wonder, How much of this is true? And how much does Emma know?
So, what exactly is the story Leo is telling, and what exactly is only going on in his mind? It is true that he is in a weakened condition, on strong pain medications, sometimes delirious, sometimes even nodding off. Leo himself wonders what, if any, part of his story he is getting across, whether what he has said has anything to do with his memories:
"He wonders how much he was able to say to the camera this morning of what he actually remembers. He knows there is a synaptic snafu between the data received from the memory banks of his hippocampus and his prefrontal cortex that scrambled the words he is led to speak when he tried to convert that data to speech."
Further,
"He's almost two separate people, and one of them remembers in great detail a distant past and the other who does not remember anything of that past tries to describe it."
And later Emma speaks of "confabulation," which occurs when a person, often with a mental disability of some sort, fills in gaps in memory by fabrication. It is not lying; the person confabulating believes that what they are remembering is true. Emma believes that Leo's confession is mostly confabulation:
"What the doctor calls confabulation is just the way Fife sometimes tells stories, that's all, mixing memories and dreams and imagined details and meanings, embedding whatever drifts his way, exaggerating some elements and eliminating others, fooling with chronology, trying to make life more interesting and exciting than it would be otherwise...."
What Banks has created with this novel is an extended meditation on story-telling and memory, about the nature of memory, and about how we face death. It is a masterful accomplishment. I didn't understand it all, but I loved it.
First line: "Fife twists in the wheelchair and says to the woman who's pushing it, I forget why I agreed to this."
Last line: "Renee did not want to think about the death of Leonard Fife."
4 stars