The World According to Garp
The World According To Garp
I had never read nothing of John Irving before, 'The World According To Garp', but what I want immediately say about it, it's that I felt in love with this novel from the first page. John Irving it's able to create immediately an interesting and
weird atmosphere that inevitably make the reader litterally being involved into a viral fascination for all the characters of the novel (especially for the two main characters of course, T.S. Garp and his mother, Jenny Fields) and what are actually their happenings. It's that kind of novel that could be considered as a 'kunstlerroman', a narrative about an artists's growth to maturity, but this would surely be a true simple definition for a novel so full of contents like this one. John Irving himself declared that he exactly didn't know at the moment what the novel it was about and that to try to find a solution he asked his son, that was actually about twelve years old, to read it and to say to him what he thought about it. His conclusion was definitely that the novel it wasn't about 'luxury', and I completely agree with him, but about what are the anxieties of a father and this remarked in a certain sense the fact that, despite all the differences (we are talking about a fiction novel), Irving probably saw in Garp something that also it's part of him. I mostly agree with him, I mean of coruse he wrote the novel and what he says it's necessearly important to describe the opera, but I also would like to consider, 'The World According To Garp', like a book in which is well explained what are actually the difficulties for all the men (and women, of course!) to enter in touch and have free relationships of any kind without any suspects. So in this sense the book it's about anxiety, but not only about the anxiety of a father. It's about the anxiety that everyone of us has got inside himself and that becomes later a sort of bareer into communication, ending sometimes into tragical events, like violence or just completely solitude.