Veronica (Part 1)

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I picked up Mary Gaitskill's 2006 novel Veronica as part of my ongoing disgust project, and indeed it is a rich repository of fascinating uses of disgust. Yet I find I can't bear to write simply about the disgust in the book, without addressing its greater appeal. I consciously avoid pronouncements about the Canon, which books are Great and which merely Good, or anything of the kind—and yet, I am beset by a strong desire that Veronica be studied, written about, appreciated, revisited. It is not a book for everyone, and not an easy read, but it is a book that will be important to some. And although I haven't written fiction or even songs in years, Veronica is the kind of book I wish I could write: utterly unsentimental, yet deeply thoughtful and thought-provoking, harsh and even crass at times but finely crafted and never cynical to the point of hopelessness.

So this will be a discussion of those non-repulsive aspects of Veronica, to be followed in a few days by a discussion of Gaitskill's many and intriguing uses of disgust. This novel contains a cesspool, but I don't want to leave you with the impression that that's all it contains.

No indeed, there's so much more. The surface plot elements revolve around the narrator Alison, a former model and pretty-girl who has lost her looks and her health, and has washed up, sick and in pain, on the outskirts of Los Angeles. Now that she is ill and unattractive herself, she finds herself remembering a pivotal friendship—or at least, a friendship that has since become pivotal in her memory—from twenty years before, with a frumpy, provocative, and often obnoxious copy-editor named Veronica, who died in the early days of the HIV/AIDS epidemic.

But stop right there, because here are some things this novel is not "about." It is not "about" modeling, or the fashion industry, either to romanticize that world or to vilify it. The modeling world as Gaitskill portrays it is sleazy and destructive, sure, but not any more sleazy and destructive than Veronica's relationship with her boyfriend Duncan—and neither set of relationships is lacking in humanity, even faint appeal. Neither is the novel "about" HIV/AIDS, although it certainly evokes some of the terror and bigotry in the air as the first and second waves of infection were breaking. Veronica's setting, although in a sense specific—Gaitskill paints millennial Los Angeles and 1980s New York in visceral detail—doesn't come off as illustrating an exception, but instead as presenting a more universal picture. In other words, Alison is a sick and selfish person, not because she fell down the rabbit-hole of modeling and drug use, but because human beings are generally infirm and selfish, and despite this they go from day to day doing the best they can, occasionally making genuine yet flawed contact with other human beings.

As opposed to so many meteoric-rise-and-fall stories which deal in "if only"s (if only she hadn't gotten hooked, if only he hadn't been drinking before getting in the car, if only their families had realized in time), Gaitskill presents struggle, compromise, and disintegration as inevitable, while at the same time according her characters total free will. There is nothing pre-ordained about Alison's choices to move to Paris or New York, to quit modeling or start up again, to ask Veronica to the movies. She suffers (and occasionally triumphs, and often slogs) because of her choices, but based on the evidence of the characters around her, she would have faced a similar ratio of suffering and triumph if she had made the opposite choices, as well.

Take Alison's sister Sara, who is locked in an uncommunicative battle with her suburban setting and probable mental illness. Or Alison's father, who attempts to communicate his regrets via music to which nobody listens anymore. Or Veronica, who decides that her semi-abusive relationship is so much a part of herself that she doesn't stop sleeping with her partner even when she knows he has AIDS. All these characters, however glamorous they may or may not look from the outside, struggle with similar levels of alienation and distress, similar levels of discomfort with the world around them, and a similarly inevitable downward trajectory. Veronica is one of the least moralistic novels I've ever read. Only you can decide your own trajectory, it seems to say; but whatever trajectory you choose, it will be difficult; and whatever trajectory you choose, you will stumble and fall. This is the problem with Alison's father's refusal to feel compassion for the early AIDS sufferers based on the argument that "they had choices." Everyone makes choices, and everyone suffers for them; and since suffering implies no sin or judgment but only the inevitable process of living a life, our imperfect treatment of each other is all we have.

And indeed that treatment will be imperfect, even if we are doing our best. Alison's relationship with Veronica is hardly a feel-good, Sex and the City version of female friendship. Alison is often self-congratulatory, often resentful; she often spews platitudes at Veronica and tells her what to do rather than listening to her. Her attempts at communication and communion often fall flat. Veronica, in turn, is often extremely grating, and only gets more so as she becomes ill. Gaitskill has much to say here about privilege—in this case, the privilege of the beautiful and the healthy person, to whom the experiences of the ill or unattractive are invisible until she too is sick or ugly. Looking back, Alison can see her own contempt and dismissiveness, her belief that she was in some way fundamentally different from Veronica—all things which were invisible to her at the time.

I said it with disdain—like I didn't have to be embarrassed or make up something nice, because Veronica was nobody—like why should I care if an ant could see up my dress? Except I didn't notice my disdain; it was habitual by then. She noticed it, though.

In one way, of course, all this is a huge downer. In another way, it's oddly reassuring. Because Gaitskill doesn't conclude, based on the suspect motives and often-unsuccessful results of attempts at human connection, that they are not worth making. Rather, despite Alison's recognition of her own bad behavior, of her own suspect agenda and Veronica's own obnoxiousness, her relationship with Veronica becomes a pivotal, and legitimately redemptive, experience. Even though most of the time she does a poor job at being Veronica's friend (and at general person-hood), her efforts to connect with Veronica still end up making a huge difference to both women—especially Alison herself.

One of the concepts that struck me most forcibly in Veronica was this combination of the invisibility of the habitual or privileged, and the rapidity with which the outward forms of privilege (and who possesses privilege) can change. These two themes are addressed frequently in fiction, but I'm not sure how often I've seen them together. So often we see the entrenched privilege of race or sex that perpetuates itself from generation to generation, and there is certainly some of that here, in the form of homophobia and sexual exploitation of women. Yet there is also an acknowledgment of how slippery privilege can be; how it can be founded on trivialities and superficialities that we nonetheless mistake for core realities. Early on in the novel, Alison introduces the concept of a "style suit," while looking at a series of photographs taken by her friend John:

Most of them don't have good bodies, but they are looking at the camera like they are happy to be naked, either just standing there or posing in the combination of relaxation and sexual nastiness that people had then. They all look like people whose time had given them a perfect style suit to wear: a set of postures and expressions that gave the right shape to what they had inside them, so that even naked, they felt clothed.

[...]

There is always a style suit, or suits. When I was young, I used to think these suits were just what people were. When styles changed dramatically—people going barefoot, men with long hair, women without bras—I thought the world had changed, that from then on everything would be different. It's understandable that I thought that; TV and newsmagazines acted like the world had changed, too. I was happy with it, but then five years later it changed again.

This is more than just an observation about the fickleness of fashion. It's an examination of the ease with which people who have lucked into a well-fitting style suit assume that the privilege and ease they enjoy inheres naturally in their person-hood, and that as a result there must be something fundamentally wrong with those who don't fit into the dominant suit. And as Alison remarks above, it's similarly easy to believe that the suit reflects the way things substantively are—and that when those superficial elements change, it means a sea-change in peoples' inner beings as well. Yet even when the style suit favors looseness and naturalness, that preference itself can be very strict, and if any one suit actually does happen to fit someone's innate personality, the next, equally-strong suit is almost guaranteed to squeeze and discomfit them, transforming them into an outsider and even an object of pity or repulsion in the eyes of those who subconsciously believe the world to have progressed in a meaningful way. Together with the idea of invisibility, the style suit and the effects of seeing difference play into Gaitskill's many uses of disgust.

More on Veronica in a few days; I'm far from done thinking and writing about this book.

16 Comments

  • Hah! And people wonder why I read so much young adult literature! :--) And yet I agree with you that it's so important to analyze the tolerance and fascination and even predilection for disgust. However, I must admit I'm glad someone *else* is doing it, as opposed to me! :--) And I agree with you that slippery privilege is not often treated in literature - good to see that bit of realism in this book. Nicely reviewed!

    • Haha, I don't know, Jill: some of the gender dynamics in those YA romances you read seem pretty bleak & gross to me! (Though your reviews of them are always insightful & amusing.)

      Thanks for the nice words. :-) Re: the slippery privilege angle, I was interested to see how similar the mechanics of it were in this book to "stickier" forms of privilege: e.g., invisible yet incredibly advantageous to those who have it.

  • I've seen this book around over the years but you are the first person to actually make me want to read it. So well done! And thanks. I think. Though my desire to read the book might change after your discussion of disgust in the book ;)

    • Lol, we'll see what you think after the disgust post, Stephanie. Although really, if you're up for thinking about the level of darkness I wrote about in this one, I sort of doubt the disgusting parts would tip you over the edge. For me at least, they didn't make the reading experience THAT much more aversive than it would already have been.

  • You review it beautifully, but I know I couldn't read it. It's funny, I think of myself as quite realistic about the pain and suffering inherent in life, but put this sort of book in front of me and I run a mile. It's cowardice on my part, really, a reluctance to confront how easily things get bad, and somehow, even when you can face all sorts of disasters for yourself, facing the way they might affect your vulnerable child seems a whole other level of fearlessness. Ever since I had a child, I realised I have lost a whole extra skin of courage. But I'm always interested in your reviews, Emily, even if I won't read the book!

    • Ever since I had a child, I realised I have lost a whole extra skin of courage.

      So beautifully put, Litlove. And yet making the choice to be a parent is so courageous, in that you're opening yourself up to so much vulnerability and potential for pain. Just having a pet has been a growth experience for me in that way; I have to admit that I shudder at the thought of how much more vulnerability would be involved in parenting.

      As for Veronica, where I'm at right now I found it both intellectually interesting and oddly freeing. In a way, knowing that mistakes and resultant hardship are inevitable kind of takes the pressure off. Perfection is not a worthwhile goal; just doing your best does provide meaning, even when your best isn't that great.

  • Having heard good things about this author from people I didn't really trust, I'm so glad to hear such good things about her from trustworthy you! Sounds like a meaty read even without the disgust factor, but I'll look forward to that follow-up post of yours anyway. Interesting finale there on the "style suits" and whatnot (never heard that term before, but it sounds like a pretty spot description from what you've described).

    • Yes, extremely meaty. There were a couple of other concepts that I've sort of incorporated into my day-to-day thinking since I finished this book, which is always a good sign. The disgust stuff is where it gets REALLY interesting for me, of course. :-)

  • This sounds fascinating. Making meaning out of an inevitably broken world is something that has a lot of appeal to me.

    Your disgust project is affecting my own reading! I've just started Allende's House of the Spirits, and there are four mentions of disgust in the first two pages. I kept thinking of you!

    • That's what I like to see, Jenny! Spreading the disgust love. :-) Allende is not someone I ever would have thought to add to the project, but I'm now curious to check out those first two pages.

      And Veronica comes highly recommended, especially if this kind of thing is of interest.

  • Almost by chance, I read Two Girls Fat and Thin and Bad Behavior when I was 15 and I think I still haven't recovered. Ever since my daughter was born I think I worry even more about the sort of stuff Gaitskill brings up.

    Gaitskill is extremely visceral. A friend of mine was an Ayn Rand acolyte at the time; I had her read Two Girls because of the Ayn Rand parody character and I think the book traumatized her too.

    A lot of people don't know that the movie Secretary was a vastly sanitized and Pollyanna-ish version of Gaitskill's original, extremely disturbing story.

    • Extremely visceral - a good description. Her work is firmly rooted in the physical, for sure.

      I haven't read the two you mention, but I've heard that Veronica is actually Gaitskill's most optimistic work by a long shot, and that the faint glimmers of redemption she offers her characters here are nowhere to be found in Two Girls or the short story collections. I have to admit I'm slightly hesitant to pick them up for that reason.

  • I read this book a couple years ago or something like that and admired it quite a lot. It's not an easy book, but I liked it for its directness and honesty. It actually felt good to read about women behaving "badly" in a way that doesn't romanticize or eroticize it. It felt very freeing, as you say.

    • Yeah, exactly! Good point about the refreshing nature of being able to address bad behavior - even bad sexual behavior! - without romanticizing/eroticizing it. I actually think your post on this was key to moving it up my TBR, Dorothy, so thanks for that. :-)

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