Wow. The Nix, by Nathan Hill, is really spectacular — about as engaging, spell-bindingly readable, smart, and funny as fiction gets. This is the Franzen novel to read if you don’t like Franzen the man — expansive, modern, political, and just immensely entertaining. There are shades of Don DeLillo, Donna Tartt (if you liked The Goldfinch, you’ll LOVE this), and (I don’t say this lightly) friggin’ David Foster Wallace here (yes, there’s a 12-page sentence, but even beyond that, Hill’s astute observations of us in the modern world are incredibly DFW-esque).
It’s a novel about what it means to engage with the world, to do your duty, even as the going gets tough. It’s a novel about how personal politics aren’t usually purely formed, similar to how some believe that by its very nature, altruism can’t be perfectly unselfish (because there’s always the good feeling for the doer of doing something good). And it’s a novel about trust and loyalty, between friends, lovers, and parents and children.
We span 45 years here, from the violent protests at the Chicago Democratic National Convention in 1968 to the less violent but still powerful protests of Occupy Wall Street and the 2011 Republican National Convention in New York City.
The story is about a woman named Faye who was involved in the 1968 protests. After the protests and then a sad, quiet life with her husband Henry and son Samuel, she suddenly leaves them (Samuel is 11) and disappears.
Samuel, now in mid-30s, is a failing writer, and an-about-to-be-fired English professor at a small Chicago college. (Brief interlude: There is a section right at the front of this novel showing Samuel confronting a student who has been caught plagiarizing a paper. It is the best, funniest 20 pages I’ve read in a long time.)
In the first scene of the novel, Faye re-emerges — she throws rocks at a right-wing presidential candidate visiting Chicago — and Samuel, who is about to be sued for not delivering the novel for which he received a big advance, is convinced by his agent Guy Periwinkle to write what will no-doubt be a runaway bestseller about his mother. (Second quick interlude: The conversations between Samuel and Guy throughout the novel are another highlight. Really damn funny.)
Samuel, still angry with his mother, agrees. And we go from there — back to Faye’s childhood in a small town in Iowa, forward to Samuel adulthood in Chicago and New York City, back to Samuel’s childhood in the generic Chicago suburbs, to the Iraq war, seedy bars, Norway, and just about everywhere else in between.
As I said, this book is expansive. Allen Ginsberg is in this book. So is a dude named Pwnage who is the champion of a World of Warcraft-like game called Elfquest. There are ghost stories. Sexting. A love story. Some funny stuff about publishing. Bullies and sexual abuse. Politics. Radical hippies. Traitors. It’s just AWESOME.
This is easily one of the best novels I’ve read this year. Despite how full it seems, it’s also the shortest 600-page novel I’ve ever read. What I mean is that it felt like it could’ve been three times its size, and I would’ve happily kept reading. I spent about 3 hours on just the last 20 pages, reading one page at a time, because I didn’t want it to end. This is a novel that, if you’re thinking of picking it up (and by all means, do), I am immediately jealous that you get to read it for the first time. Enjoy!
(This review originally appeared on my book blog, The New Dork Review of Books.)