Mrs. Fletcher by Tom Perotta. Scribner, 307 pages. $26.
By Ed Meek
A summer read that pushes our buttons and makes us laugh.
Tom Perrotta, who lives in Belmont, is one of a select group
of successful American novelists and screenwriters. Dennis Lehane is the other
local writer who has made it big. Where
Lehane’s work is dark and edgy and focuses on crime, Perrotta is a satirist who
likes to make the reader a little uncomfortable by having his characters engage
in behavior that flies in the face of political correctness. In one famous
story, “The Smile on Happy Chang’s Face,” a father who is having trouble
dealing with his son’s gayness, breaks his son’s nose when he slaps him. But
then, Perrotta creates sympathy for the same character when his wife divorces
him, he is shunned and he feels terrible about what he did. By zeroing in on political correctness in his
writing, Perrotta is able to make fun of many of our current cultural
obsessions. At the same time, Perrotta is an accomplished writer who knows how
to plot and how to withhold information to keep us reading. Finally, he can
write with fluidity from a number of different points of view. As a grad
student at Syracuse, Perrotta worked with Tobias Wolf who is also adept at all
those facets of writing (Our Story Begins,
This Boy’s Life, etc.) and Perrotta appears to have learned quite a lot
from his teacher.
As the title suggests, the main character in Mrs. Fletcher is Eve Fletcher, a
46-year-old recently divorced woman who runs a senior center. The novel shifts between third person
sections from her point of view and first person sections from the perspective
of her son Brendan. Brendan is a “bro” who is starting college at a local
university. These two characters enable
Perrotta to take on the older single woman looking for love and self-affirmation
and the shifting sexual and identity roles in the current college scene.
Because her son goes
off to school, Eve decides to expand her horizons. She takes a class at a local
community college in gender studies taught by a former male basketball star who
has transitioned into a woman. When Eve receives a mysterious text calling her
a MILF, she begins exploring porn and becomes obsessed with amateur lesbian
encounters. Meanwhile Brendan, who has left his cheerleader girlfriend behind,
falls for a beautiful college female softball player with swimmers’ shoulders
who is running a club in support of autism sensitivity. She and Brendan have much different ideas
about sexual roles.
When Brendan first gets to college he meets with an insipid
advisor who reminds him that “No means no.” I thought Perrotta might venture
into the quagmire of rape on college campuses where a female victim might drag
a mattress everywhere as performance art but he stays away from that touchy
subject. There are points in the novel
when the characters come close to going right over the edge into wildness and
the plot threatens to blow up, but Perrotta knows his audience or perhaps he
has a prudent side. In any case, he pulls his characters back from the brink of
disaster and into what we used to refer to as normality. In other words, it’s
no Wonder Boys. It is the kind of
novel you want to share with someone else and it will have you laughing to yourself
as you’re reading and after you put it down.
With Eve working at a senior center, Perotta also gets to
poke fun at the old (with a light touch) when Eve’s transsexual professor comes
to the center to give a talk about her life, and when the young woman Eve has
hired as an assistant sports hardcore
tattoos. Eve’s husband, who left her for a younger woman, gets more than he
bargained for with an autistic son. In each of these cases, Perrotta upends a
stereotype, playing with our preconceptions by developing his characters.
Mrs. Fletcher will
make a funny movie. Will it be as good as Election?
(one of the best satires of high school ever). Admittedly, it isn’t easy to maintain a
satirical tone throughout a feature length movie, and satire only works with
actors who aren’t afraid of looking a little silly like Reese Witherspoon and
Matthew Broderick in Election or
Francis Farmer and William Macy in Fargo.
If we’re lucky Mrs. Fletcher will
be out next summer. That should be
plenty of time to think of a better title.