I
can’t think of a single year more important in American history than 1968. The
assassinations of MLK and Robert Kennedy, race riots, the Tet Offensive,
African American athletes raising their fists from the podium at the Olympics.
I wasn’t alive in 1968, but I happily sat through a college class titled
American in the 1960s. I devoured the class readings. I wrote my undergraduate history thesis about
the culture of the 1960s. I’ve retraced the places in DC that were burned to
the ground during the 1968 riots. I’ve been fascinated with trying to
understand this distinct time period in American history for the last eleven
years.
So
its no surprise I found Mark Slouka’s novel Brewster fascinating. It is set in Brewster NY in the year of
1968. The story is a coming age story, a
story of friendship, a tragedy. But it is also a vivid depiction of life in
America in 1968.
Slouka
is masterful at creating the setting.
Jon Mosher, the protagonist, carries around a picture of Tommie Smith
and John Carlos on the medal stand in Mexico City. He explains:
“I knew they were fucked. It didn’t
matter. If anything, it made it better. They’d
done
it, they said, for all the people nobody said a prayer for.”
But Jon is aware
of the universe he lives in.
“We
could change the world, rearrange the world, but that’s not how it felt, ever.
Not in Brewster. How it felt was like somebody twice as strong as you had their
hand around your throat. You could choke or you could fight.”
Jon
and Ray are two boys who hate Brewster and have good reason to want to escape
their wintery small town, a world not yet opened up by the currents of the late
1960s (“Woodstock may have been just across the river, but Brewster was a
different world). Jon’s parents are
Jewish immigrants who fled Germany and have been rebroken by the death of their
first-born son in a household accident that Jon can barely remember. They have
abandoned Jon emotionally in the wake of his older brother’s death. Jon has no memories of a normal family
life. Growing up in a cold quiet house
where his mother opens his brother’s curtains daily he feels as if he is the
one who has died and nobody wanted to admit it.
Ray’s
mother left when he was nine. His
father, a World War II veteran and ex-cop collected Nazi fingers and spends
drunken nights breaking glasses. He
leaves Ray to care for his baby half brother.
Jon
and Ray are two individuals who would seem strange friends in a suburban high
school: the successful student and the loner always in trouble for fighting. And yet, the boys are drawn together by their
deep desires to escape the families they have been born into.
Jon
is frozen by his cold home life and his staid hometown where asking questions
in classrooms renders one a troublemaker.
But he is opened up by two experiences: joining the track team and
befriending Ray. It is these two experiences that help him to survive. Jon explains of the track team: “We had one
thing in common, at leas the runners did: we believed in time, pledged
allegiance to it—one nation, utterly fair, under the second-hand god of Falvo’s
watch.” Ray comes to stay at Jon’s
house, and his parents open up to Ray in ways they do not to Jon. Jon and Ray, stay up late listening to
records and talking and it is the closest to having a brother Jon ever gets.
And
then Karen arrives and both boys fall in love with her. But this isn’t the real conflict in the
story. The real problem is Ray’s
abusive father who becomes increasingly more violent. Ray and Jon and Karen and
their friend Frank devise a plan to escape for the summer and take a trip. It is an escape clause devised by seventeen
year olds who feel they have no other options.
Slouka writes: “Where do you go? When you’re seventeen? When there’s
nowhere to go.” This question becomes further complicated by the fact that Ray’s
baby brother Gene is returned to their father’s care.
Slouka’s
storytelling is masterful. All of the
elements lead us to a terrifying climax, that shows exactly what happens to
seventeen year olds with nowhere to go. A reader might ponder: why don’t these
young people ask adults they know for help? But it’s clear that Ray and Jon
have few adults they can trust and rely on.
I
deeply enjoyed this story and it will stay with me for quite a while. And I will especially treasure the way he
captures the specific zeitgeist of 1968.
Jon explains: “
“People love to tell you afterward how
they saw this and saw that. We didn’t see a thing. We heard about Vietnam, we
heard about Newark, Detroit, other things—but it was like listening in on a
party line: You’d hear voices talking over each other, a man chuckling over a
joke, a sound like somebody crying—and then Rowan and Martin would yell ‘SOCK
IT TO ME!’ and that woman on the show would get knocked in the head with a
giant hammer.
The closer something is, the louder it
sounds; hold a baseball to your nose, it’s big as the earth. It takes time for
things to find their distance. We misheard pretty much everything, sang words
for years no one had ever written. We confused the large an the small, what
mattered, what didn’t. There’s somethin’ happenin’ here, Stephen Stills sang
and we all sang along, a bunch of blind men staring off in a dozen directions,
waving our canes line batons.”