The Illusion of Separateness
By Simon Van Booy
Harper Collins June 2013
208 pages
From the library
Thank you, Simon Van Booy for restoring my faith in literary criticism. Several times this year, I have picked up a book that was "written by the greatest writer since sliced bread" or "the long awaited new story from the greatest writer of our age" and was terribly unimpressed. I was starting to think that either I was missing something or the literary vanguards and I were reading very different books. But then I read your newest book, The Illusion of Separateness, which has been heralded as "masterful" and "poetic." And they are so very right.
The Illusion of Separateness is a slim, quiet novel that reminds us that our decisions can have far-reaching consequences and that none of us are quite as alone as we might imagine. In this book, we meet a man who works at a retirement home while wondering about his past, a young soldier about to go to war, and a blind woman who has a special bond with her grandfather. Each of them come to a moment when their decision will change the course of their lives forever. Some of them are aware of the importance and others are not. Their choices reverberate through their lives, the lives of the people they love, and people they will never meet.
Van Booy's writing is sparse, but it manages to convey so much. He beautifully captures the glories of love and the depths of fear and grief. It is evident that he views writing not as a job or a hobby, but as a craft. He finds the nuance and grace in each word and sentence to create a book that is so heartfelt and striking that you find yourself reading the same passages over and over again.
For example:
"He must die and come back to life. He would recite the Bible, the Koran, the Talmud by simply declaring the name of someone he loved. He would trap the contents of his life in the safety of a single word, like a bubble in the sea."
"He stood over the small boy and touched his hair. But the boy did not move - could not feel that he was being remembered.
Danny sat on the bed and traced the outline of cartoon shapes on the duvet. He stared at the plain sleeping face and felt the churn of dreams within.
And then Danny felt a sensation he had never before known, an intense pity that relieved him of an incredible weight. And the boy he reached for in the half dark, the head he touched was not his - but the soft, wispy hair of his sleeping father, as a child, alone, suffering, desperate, and afraid."
"I went to sleep thinking about it. I wondered who would live in our house now if I hadn't been born? I wondered who would have my seat on the bus every day into the city, who would sit next to Philip in his truck on long drives?
One day Philip and I will be old - and this flight home to New York will be a silent flickering, something half imagined. Grandpa John will have been dead for many years.
After Philip and I die, there will be no one left to remember Grandpa John and then no one left to remember us. None of this will have happened, except that it's happening right now.
There will be no Amelia, yet here I am.
I wonder how our bodies will change as we get old. I wonder how we'll feel about things that haven't happened to us yet."
In a lesser writer's hands, this idea would feel stale and overdone. We have all read many books where people have hidden connections, spanning generations and continents. But The Illusion of Separateness reminds us of these connections with gorgeous prose and unforgettable characters.
This is the sort of book that you want to gently slip into the hands of everyone you know and love so that they too can see this beautiful and painful life we all share through a new lens. The Illusion of Separateness is a novel that will be finding a home on my bookshelves and I look forward to reading the backlist of this truly talented writer.