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Named a Most Anticipated Book of the Year by Time , Entertainment Weekly , Vogue , Good Housekeeping , Oprah Daily , Glamour , USA TODAY , Parade , Bustle , San Francisco Chronicle , The Seattle Times , The Boston Globe , Tampa Bay Times , BuzzFeed , Vulture , and many more! From one of the most celebrated writers of our time, a literary figure with cult status, a "sibling novel" to her Pulitzer Prize– and NBCC Award–winning A Visit from the Goon Squad —an electrifying, deeply moving novel about the quest for authenticity and meaning in a world where memories and identities are no longer private. The Candy House opens with the staggeringly brilliant Bix Bouton, whose company, Mandala, is so successful that he is "one of those tech demi-gods with whom we're all on a first name basis." Bix is 40, with four kids, restless, desperate for a new idea, when he stumbles into a conversation group, mostly Columbia professors, one of whom is experimenting with downloading or "externalizing" memory. It's 2010. Within a decade, Bix's new technology, "Own Your Unconscious"—that allows you access to every memory you've ever had, and to share every memory in exchange for access to the memories of others—has seduced multitudes. But not everyone. In spellbinding interlocking narratives, Egan spins out the consequences of Own Your Unconscious through the lives of multiple characters whose paths intersect over several decades. Intellectually dazzling, The Candy House is also extraordinarily moving, a testament to the tenacity and transcendence of human longing for real connection, love, family, privacy and redemption. In the world of Egan's spectacular imagination, there are "counters" who track and exploit desires and there are "eluders," those who understand the price of taking a bite of the Candy House. Egan introduces these characters in an astonishing array of narrative styles—from omniscient to first person plural to a duet of voices, an epistolary chapter and a chapter of tweets. If Goon Squad was organized like a concept album, The Candy House incorporates Electronic Dance Music's more disjunctive approach. The parts are titled: Build, Break, Drop. With an emphasis on gaming, portals, and alternate worlds, its structure also suggests the experience of moving among dimensions in a role-playing game. The Candy House is a bold, brilliant imagining of a world that is moments away. Egan takes to stunning new heights her "deeply intuitive forays into the darker aspects of our technology-driven, image-saturated culture" ( Vogue ). The Candy House delivers an absolutely extraordinary combination of fierce, exhilarating intelligence and heart.… (more)
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Bix Bouton is a successful, black businessman. He married his wife, Lizzie, a white woman, in 1992. He is the founder of a technology company called Mandala. It has changed the character of the world. Mandala is an innovative business designed to make life easier and less stressful. Bix believed that an expansion of consciousness would free everyone to leave racism behind as a thing of the past. It would eliminate secrets, by freeing all ideas and memories, to be shared by all. Thus, we would all be the same, and we would all have equal access. There would be no secrets. Eventually, our every move would be tracked and our every thought would be known. All would be stored in a data base that could be easily accessed. Crime would diminish. Hatred would disappear
There are several characters followed throughout this novel that hearken back to “A Visit From The Goon Squad”. The novel begins with the memories of four young men, born in the thirties, who meet again in 1965. They had been part of a small singing group in college, known as the Dildos. This book, follows them, their relatives and friends, for the next several decades and into the future. The storyline introduces many characters and many timelines. Neither the narrative nor the timeline is linear. Each chapter is a story on its own, and the author does try to knit all the disparate components together at the end. She is only somewhat successful.
I struggled to understand the message the author wanted to impart as the characters bounced around with the timeline. Often, I simply lost the thread of the story. I was drawn back again and again, however, because of the writing style, which, although it was sometimes confusing and too wordy, was also brilliant at other times. Still, when once in awhile I would think I understood the message from a character, another would enter the scene and I would be again, unsuccessfully, trying to place that character into the appropriate place in the novel.
For instance, as an example of one character’s confused behavior we watch Chris go on and on about his job. He was “algebraizing” all thoughts and all intentions, reducing them to algebraic equations. Could there be such a man, one who was able to reduce the collective thoughts of the entire population, down to algorithms? Would he then be unable to control the events occurring around him, allowing himself to be duped by acquaintances or seduced by his professor, because in spite of his intelligence, he had so little common sense? Did Chris even believe in his work? Was the Professor Miranda Kline important? What about Comstock who actually duped him into carrying a suitcase for his odd “lady friend”, a stranger to Chris? Were both those incidents important? Did that narrative come together? Would the sharing of a collective consciousness, so completely, ultimately allow for more freedom and less stress or would it curtail freedom because if everyone knew what everyone thought, would it not diminish the need to think? Would everyone have to conform to this behavior? What about the eluders who wish to be unique again, not to be universally known in a data bank, like everyone else? Mondrian helped them to elude Mandala. They also ran a game room for drug addicts on Methadone. Was this incongruous? Even supporters of Mandala sometimes left the ranks to try and become somewhat invisible again. O'Brien was a saboteur. Were there really only two choices, Exile (Mandala) vs Freedom (Mondrian)? Was there no gray area?
Near the end of his life, was even Bix Bouton questioning the results life’s work? Did it improve society or was it actually tearing it down? If everyone could be tracked, did his programs provide more freedom or cage people in? If we all were privy to each other’s thoughts, would we eventually stifle imagination as all ideas would be out there and all would be funneled into one similar space? Would there be pressure to accept one idea over all else? Who would get credit for the idea once it was out in the collective consciousness? Would it not be an invasion of privacy?
Did Bouton’s original business idea of providing more freedom with more technology, actually get subverted so that it created less freedom as more technological advances were made? Did collective consciousness create a lack of creativity and imagination? Did conversation get stifled and all but disappear? Was it fair for Bix to make his money from an idea spawned by someone else? He did develop the idea further into a practical application. Was everyone required to be tracked and have their thoughts and memories made public?
The name Mandala made me think of Nelson Mandela, the two words were so close. Was this a device engineered by Egan? After all Mandela was a man who had lost his freedom for decades? When he was freed, was he freer to do as he wished or more encumbered because he was in the public eye, obligated to everyone, no longer only those who followed his philosophy? Surely, his life was more comfortable, but was the lack of privacy better? Was the founder of Mandala deliberately portrayed as black so as to make the reader wonder if this idea of collective consciousness also created slaves of all its followers? These are unconventional questions for an unconventional novel.
The novel was written with so many innovative ideas and creativity, but I think it tried to tackle too many of the problems of society; it was too long and too convoluted for most people to stay with it as the verbiage seemed to get out of control. For me, in the ened, it was still just too disconnected. However, when I finished the book, I was struck with this thought: How can a book that is written so brilliantly be so difficult to understand? Although it is the second book, the first being “A Visit From the Goon Squad”, I did not get the connection until I went back and read my review of that book, written a decade ago, in order to recall some of the characters. I realized, immediately, that I had pretty much the same feeling about both books. While the prose is often exceptional, the story doesn’t flow easily from one character to another. The author is so imaginative, witty, and thoughtful, but it was often repetitive, overworked and overly technical. Her ideas did not travel from one to another smoothly, nor did they intersect with each other conveniently. I can only hope I understood some of this novel and that my review is logical.
This book carries on in the tradition of Dave Eggers’ The Circle, with some people trying to escape Big Brother’s all-seeing eye.
Speculative fiction has for years posited implants, augmentations, interfaces, or weevils as Egan calls them, technology in our bodies able to interact with our brains, translate our thoughts, visions, dreams, memories, or feelings to computers, or the cloud, so others can access them.
For another novel riffing on some of the possible ramifications of such technology, this one is mild in terms of negative consequences. Except as regarding beautiful women being used as spies. That part was creepy and dire.
So thought-provoking, but once again I felt let down at the end. Like nothing had really happened or been resolved. I find her writing fairly mesmerizing, and her leaping from character to character fascinating, but her endings unsatisfying.
I think the technology we already have is almost destroying us and nobody’s dealing with what that’s like in fiction yet. Reality feels more like The Matrix to me.
When I looked back at my notes for Goon Squad, I had said it was joyful to skip and skim through it, but would be a slog to try and read it all, or to try to read its interconnected stories
A dozen characters are introduced in the first few pages, so the reader has to either take notes or just go with the flow. Flow works best. Some characters are memorable, most are not, and their relationships to other people in the stories may or may not be important to understanding them.
The stories circle around a sort of device that gives rise to what its owner firm calls the "collective consciousness", where people can have their memories downloaded in a way that they can review them, and, if they choose, can also experience the memories of anyone else who is part of this collective consciousness. This could make Candy House a science fiction novel, but with a bit of disbelief suspension, the book becomes more a story about what social media of different kinds are doing to us now.
This is not a book I would have wanted to miss, but like much social media its form may be as important as its contents. No book can be completely understood, but not every book has to be read completely in order to understand it.
" Authenticity,” he said, unfurling the word like an ancient, holy scroll. He almost never uttered it, lest overuse diminish its power. “Genuine human responses rather than the made-up crap we serve each other all day long. I’ve sacrificed everything for that. I think it’s worth it.” He was encouraged by Kristen’s look of fascination. “Do you do it during sex?” she asked."
The third chapter about Alfred's brother Miles, is a wonderful spiral of a successful lawyer getting addicted to drugs and nearly ending his life. His redemption coming at the hands of his cousin Shashi's husband. And if you're keeping track Shasha, the kleptomaniac form Goon Squad is now a famous artist who constructs recycled sculptures in the dessert that are best seen from a hot air ballon. It's too much to summarize each section here and some are uniquely told in 2nd person or through text messages, but throughout Egan manages to connect enough to tell a satisfying tale. Highly recommend both novels, or anything she writes.
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Eamon’s long deadpan face seemed to shield an illicit excitement, Bix thought, like a generic house containing a meth lab.
He felt the mystery of his own unconscious like a whale looming invisibly beneath a tiny swimmer. If he couldn’t search or retrieve or view his own past, then it wasn’t really his. It was lost.
Jack was known for deflowering cheerleaders in the old camper cabins, but broken hearts were assuaged (to Alfred’s mind) by Jack’s goodwill, high spirits, and occasional flashes of motherless heartbreak, discernible (again, to Alfred) in his tendency to gaze out across the lake, which was deep and cold, formed by glaciers, and populated by thousands of Canada geese in fall.
The ladies, whose curved fingernails had been lavished with the nuanced paintwork normally reserved for museum-quality surfboards, listened with barely repressed hilarity.
Humor is impossible to quantify. For that reason, it is one of our chief tools in spotting proxies: vacant online identities maintained by a third party in order to conceal the fact that their human occupants have eluded...Mondrian’s most sophisticated proxies are live professionals—usually fiction writers, I’m told—who impersonate multiple identities at once.
She ended up on methadone, with hepatitis C. Eventually only we could still see the flickering specter of her young self, flashing and bird-featured, like an antic ghost haunting a tumbledown mansion.
Never trust a candy house! It was only a matter of time before someone made them pay for what they thought they were getting for free. Why could nobody see this?
This quote from the very last moments of The Candy House serves on its own as a pretty thorough review of the book and a pretty thorough summation of much of what is wrong in the world. Last night I
"The Candy House" of which the book speaks is a reference to the witch's house in Hansel and Gretel. It is the shiny appealing bit of short term satisfaction that spurs us to enter its doors and sacrifice all. "Abandon hope all ye who enter here." And we do abandon hope, or more explicitly we abandon privacy, individuality and all sense of self all to get a little gingerbread (or convenience), a few empty calories. BUT Egan is no Ishiguro or Eggers, happy to share their fear of the hobgoblin of technology and have that be the end of the story. That is lazy. I got a headache from rolling my eyes when I attempted to read The Circle. Egan sees past this threat, she sees a way out, she sees that what matters is how we connect to one another and what we give and get from the ways in which se share our stories. Also she sees the advantages of committing our life to the public record. Others ignore that, but we need to get something to willingly give up so much, we need to get something we truly value in this exchange. It is a nuanced look, it is a smart look, it is a compellingly human look at what now and what next. It is also a really fun, sometimes heartbreaking, always fascinating story about people, and the ways in which imagination and intellect can be a very dangerous thing. Here, one of our fascinating main characters, Miranda Kline, uses her brilliance and the passionate interest in learning how people relate to one another to develop a theory of patterns of affinity. Another intriguing character, Bix, filled with nothing but goodwill and a great mind (informed by a love of literature) turns this theory into an algorithm and then into a method of uploading the contents of people's unconscious and conscious minds and to use that record in various ways including the creation of a "collective consciousness." No more memories spurred by a madeleine, now a literal record of memory as an immediate sense impression and as that impression is processed by the person. It is not an owned memory anymore, it belongs to everyone in the collective, everyone has access to everyone's experience. (Or at least the things that stay in memory -- presumably the burger I ate last night is not permanently stored and available for download.) It seems like the end of wonder, but as one of our characters, a numbers guy charged with turning human behavior into algorithms says, the act of codifying behavior "doesn't make human life any less remarkable, or even (this is counterintuitive, I know) less mysterious — any more than identifying the rhyme scheme in a poem devalues the poem itself." I think that is right. I hope that is right.
One note -- this is a companion to A Visit from the Goon Squad, a book I loved very much, but there is no need to read Goon Squad to get this. Many of the characters that showed up in Goon Squad, some very briefly, show up here, but there is plenty of set up for each character and if I recall correctly Goon Squad doesn't provide backstory that would be helpful to understanding this book. It is just as creative and revelatory and captivating and delightful as Goon Squad but still absolutely its own book.
Jennifer Egan is a talented and assured writer, which makes every sentence a pleasure to read and each individual chapter (with one exception) a delight to read. But the book itself is hard to grasp hold of and I don't expect to remember much about it. I did like thinking about whether I'd upload my consciousness or become one of the "eluders." I initially thought I'd stay far away, but let's be honest -- I'm too nosy to hold out for more than a few moments. The chapters where she kept the focus on the immediate family were excellent, the other ones maybe less so. Which is not to say that Egan's writing isn't fantastic no matter what she's writing about, she just does better with more to work with.
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Stories of the characters are related in a variety of styles - from omniscient to first person plural to tweets and letters, and we are never sure at first who is the subject of each chapter.
While I admired the author’s brilliance, I found the book extremely hard to follow, and characters were switched and dropped just as I was beginning to get a sense of who they were and build up some empathy with them. One theme interconnecting the stories seemed to be that while all humans are unique, we all have much in common as well. The lures and dangers of advanced technology plays a role as well. But frankly, it was mostly a little beyond me.
Thanks to the author, Scribner and NetGalley for an ARC in exchange for an unbiased review.
The Candy House is a sequel of sorts to A Visit from the Goon Squad, but as I had read this more than ten years ago, this came to me from a feeling of familiarity with the names, rather than storylines.
I received a Netgalley copy of this book, but this review is my honest opinion.
The Candy House by Jennifer Egan is one of the most anticipated books of the year and deservedly so. It is a complex tale brilliantly told across decades through interlocking stories of many different characters, many of them recognizable from The Goon Squad, and with many different voices and narrative styles including epistolary and even a chapter consisting completely of tweets. It is about family and memory. the uniqueness of each individual as well as the similarities and, of course, the value as well as dangers inherent in technological advances. Although there are some similarities as well as characters from The GoonSquad, The Candy House is a stand-alone novel, one that is guaranteed to make you think while entertaining.
Thanks to Netgalley and Simon & Schuster for the opportunity to read this book in exchange for an honest review