There Must Be Some Mistake by Frederick Barthelme

When is thinking carefully cowardice? When is avoidance cowardice? Is it cowardly to evade and dodge, to leave by the side door, to step out of the way? Is it fear that makes a person behave ‘properly’ and in accordance with one or another code of conduct?”

American author Frederick Barthelme whose work is described as Dirty Realism or K-Mart Realism has a reputation for setting books in the New South.  There Must Be Some Mistake (and I’ll admit that I was attracted by the book’s cover) is the story of Wallace Webster, a divorced, retired architect. Wallace lives in one of the “prestigious” Forgetful Bay condos in Kemah (“halfway between Houston and Galveston“), Texas and more or less leads the sort of life he wants. His first wife died of cancer, his second wife Diane inherited a sizeable stash from her father and now lives on Rhode Island, and his college age daughter Morgan drifts in and out of his life. Jilly, a former workmate also visits, and with Jilly the relationship is a bit murky. There’s an attraction there, but Jilly is still damaged from her marriage which was “like TV show nasty, true crime nasty” to the ubiquitous Cal, a “tough piece of business.” Neither Jilly nor Wallace seem willing to make a move on the attraction and are happy to keep their relationship as an easy friendship.

there must be some mistakeThe book begins by setting the pace of  Wallace’s life, and although this is a man who could harbor bitterness towards some of the events in his life (his first wife, a singer died of  cancer, he was elbowed out of his business by his partners) Wallace is a very well balanced individual, content to enjoy his life and his free time. We realize that Wallace has an enviable life in many ways–it’s peaceful, bucolic even, and he has the means to do what he chooses.

All this peace and quiet begins to shift when a series of mysterious events occur in the condo community. First Wallace’s neighbor crashes his car in a deadly accident which claims his life, and then another resident Chantal White is “found in her kitchen, her hands bound with picture-hanging wire from the back of her prize art print and blue paint smeared all over her.” These are the first two things that occur, and it’s just the beginning. While the residents of the HOA aren’t exactly dropping like flies, it does become a whose-next scenario. As various crimes are investigated, Wallace finds the police presence “oddly reassuring. Like your life imitating television–murders and drive-bys and robberies and whatever happening to people all around you.”

For a few weeks the police were all over the neighborhood like mice. They were asking questions, coming in twos to everyone’s door, inviting themselves in, sitting on the edges of sofas and wing chairs with their little tablets, little flip books where they took notes whether the interviewees knew a thing or not.

With the police now frequent visitors to the condo development, Wallace finds himself becoming involved with the mysterious Chantal White, a woman whose murky past isn’t quite as buried as she’d like it to be. Chantal is the owner of a architecturally unique restaurant called Velodrome, and Wallace is just as drawn to Chantal’s restaurant as he is to her. It’s through his relationship with Chantal that Wallace chews over a great deal of his past choices.

There Must Be Some Mistake initially carefully creates an atmosphere which reflects the security of Wallace’s life in the Forgetful Bay Estate. This is a community where the highest stakes seem to be who is going to run the HOA. Wallace’s neighbors, for the most part, appear to be a boring bunch of middle class, middle-aged Americans whose priorities are status, gossip and lawn care. Wallace’s divorce is amicable, his daughter presents no problems, and his life is predictably safe. His laid-back lifestyle emphasizes internet searches, facebook status, TCM, lazy daytrips, Target shopping  and visits to “finer eateries.” But underneath the surface of this easy-going life, strange things begin to happen on the Forgetful Bay Estate. …

Through his characters, author Frederick Barthelme asks  ‘how well do we know anybody? How well do we know ourselves?’ Lulled into a false sense of security, this reader was unprepared for the direction the novel began to take as Wallace finds himself involved with the “comfortably weathered” “hard as nails” Chantal White at her restaurant, Velodrome:

We got back late and the bar was lit up with floods high on the telephone poles in the lot and I got the midnight view–the building was like a giant rock, made out of that blow-it-on concrete that people make odd-shaped buildings with, except here the shape wasn’t geometric, it was like a boulder the size of a small hay barn, all chiseled planes, small cliffs. irregular flat spots, poorly framed square holes for the windows, and what looked to be a small Airstream trailer stuck up on top. Homemade architecture, what we once called ad hoc design.

Chantal exemplifies the novel’s theme that even your neighbor, a person you think you know, can hide the deepest secrets, and when Chantal’s performance artist daughter Tinker arrives on the scene, things only get stranger for Wallace.  All the mysteries of the novel are not solved by its conclusion, and while in the hands of another author, There Must be Some Mistake would become a dramatic murder mystery, instead Barthelme veers away from the predictable and gives us a marvelous novel that is a reflection of, and a meditation on, modern life: from Trayvon Martin, reality TV, google searches, celebrity and junk culture. Some people disliked the ending, but for this reader, the ending matched the novel’s optimistic tone while embracing the realities, the unexpected and the mysteries of life.

And here’s a final quote I loved from one of Wallace’s neighbor’s:

So I’m looking forward to social security, know what I’m saying, and I run into this woman in the hardware store. She’s buying a set of wrenches, good ones, too. So she asks me a couple questions, and I act like I know from wrenches, which I oughta, and maybe I even did at one time, back in the old days, but the thing is I’m thinking sixty-one is not much different from fifty-nine, even fifty-five, but it’s night and day to fifty. Fifty you’re still alive, still a functioning cog in the system. There are parts to play, deals to make, women to bed. you can still sell yourself to the ones that remind you what pretty women look like, what god skin in, and the rest. But it goes downhill after that. Some guys keep up the pretense, but I never could.

Review copy.

 

Advertisements

15 Comments

Filed under Barthelme Frederick, Fiction

15 responses to “There Must Be Some Mistake by Frederick Barthelme

  1. As I was reading your review, I couldn’t help but think there’s a big denouement coming here, so it’s interesting to hear this story takes a less-predictable path. I haven’t come across this author at all. Have you read anything else by Barthelme or was this your first? I love the cover and would be attracted by it, too.

    • No I’d never read anything by this author. I’d never heard his name either, sad to say, although, I’d heard of his brother.
      This book really took me by surprise.

  2. leroyhunter

    My first questions was whether there’s a relationship with Donald Barthelme: they’re brothers, I see. By association I’d expect something interesting, and sounds like it delivers.

    • Yes Leroy, I’ve been looking at the substantial backlist and there are many titles there that appeal to me. I read comments on goodreads from people saying that this was their first Barthelme and how they didn’t know what to expect. The author really takes a much different road from other books you’d read that touch on the same subjects. Wallace would be unhappy, he’d be fighting with his ex-wife. He’d be drinking too much. His daughter would be a problem. But in this novel, none of these things appear–that’s not where the dilemma/tension exists. In fact tension is remarkably absent–in spite of all the peculiar things going on.

  3. Indeed, so many people do have all kinds of things going on that few people know about.

    I like the light philosophical musing of the first passage that you quoted.

  4. Are “K-Mart Realism” and “Dirty Realism” still current? I remember laughing at those terms thirty years ago. The idea that Bobbie Ann Mason or Tobias Wolff characters are “dirty,” ugh. Although many would have shopped at K-Mart.

    The term needs to be updated – as you noted, this guy shops at Target.

  5. I had never heard of the terms K-Mart Realism but find it very evocative. Just saw that my question about Donald Barthelme was answered. I know him but not his brother.

  6. I love the cover, it looks like a painting by Magritte.It would have attracted me too.
    These closed communities are a great plot device. I’m curious about the ending now.

    PS: Why would she call her restaurant Vélodrome? Is she a bike addict? Or has it a darker meaning?

  7. Another question: how does it compare to the one by Garnier in a gated community in the South of France?

    • With the Garnier novel, there’s real malice in the characters and in the plot. This feels more ‘normal’ and yet it’s laced with strange incidents, accidents, murders, attacks, and weird architecture: a giant bear outside a restaurant, a virgin mary, a trailer poised on top of the velodrome restaurant.

      It’s fairly easy to picture the residents in the Barthleme book as the sort of people you might know. I suppose that’s where the realism comes in. Garnier’s crueler with his characters, I think. He tosses them into the gated community and let’s them have at it while exposing their fears and prejudices. Barthelme’s main character is a nice man, very optimistic, and in a way he doesn’t want to know about all the bad things happening around him.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s