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![]() Click for words events High Infidelity John Updike talks about his "Terrorist"
Four decades ago John Updike climbed all the way to #1 on the New York
Times bestseller list with "Couples," a rather frightening portrait of
how the sexual revolution crashed upon the shores of suburbia like a
tsunami.
Since then, Updike has appeared on bestseller lists with decreasing
frequency as the taboos he shattered no longer needed breaking. But he
has launched back onto the New York Times bestseller list at #8 with his
latest novel, "Terrorist," the tale of an 18-year-old New Jersey
high-school-student-cum-suicide bomber.
It is, in fact, Updike's second novel about an Islamic terrorist,
just one of many he has written that address the tension between
enlightenment and religion in American life. Sitting in the office of
his publisher, wearing a beige sport-coat, cranberry red tie and
charcoal slacks, the 74-year-old author talked about our brave new
world. I understand you reread the Koran in preparation for this book.
When did you read it the first time? I looked at first in a survey of world religions I gave myself. Then
I read it through the first time when I wrote "The Coup," (1978) a
novel about an Islamic terrorist, kind of a Colonel Qaddaffi type. Did you feel this helped you get inside Ahmad's head? There's an emphasis in Islamic education on memorizing the Koran that
exceeds anything that Christian confirmees have to do, especially since
Ahmad is taking Koranic lessons, and these verses are fairly fresh to
him. So yeah, that was my way of showing another value system, and a
voice for his thinking. Did you find you were looking for specific justifications of
violence? There was quite a lot of "combat the infidel," but the only verse I
can think of offhand: "idolatry is worse than carnage." Ahmad's work sponsor Charlie seems to hammer upon this theme when
he is manipulating Ahmad toward violence. He does. I think for those who for political or whatever reasons lean
toward terrorism, the Koran does offer some support. I believe the Iraq
insurgents phrase everything in terms of God--God is watching, God will
take his vengeance. We are dealing with a religion that has a history of
considerable violence--violence whereby Islam so rapidly spread across
North Africa, right up the Pyrenees, in a later surge to the gate of
Vienna, all that has just faded into historical documents so that we
don't feel the amount of blood that was spilled, the amount of forced
violence that was used: I'm sure there was plenty. Have you traveled in a Muslim country? Yes, first was Egypt, where they quickly tell you they are not Arabs.
Ask them what an Arab is, and they tell you a crazy person. I was a
guest of the American University back in '68, later that same year when
I was living in England, my four children, my wife and I traveled to
Morocco, and later yet I was a guest of the Israeli state and I forget
how many days I was there; maybe five. So that's about the sum of my
personal experience, but it gives you a few impressions--the rigor of
the creed most especially. I was in Egypt in Ramadan. There is also a
twangy music to the call to prayer that is quite haunting: you feel the
attraction to this. That in itself reinforces a constant reminder of the
other world, of Allah, on you. So there's no doubt that Islam is knit
into its society more tightly than Christianity is in any post-Medieval
country. I assume that in the middle ages church bells and the
ubiquitous priests and monks served to remind you of God and another
level of being and that your actions were being watched by gods, your
misdeeds were being tabulated. Ahmad spends a lot of time tabulating the misdeeds of those around
him. He is rather censorious, isn't he? But he is trying to be pure. And
he can't help but notice a lot of impurity. Sadness, too. He's
interested in New Jersey and likes getting out and seeing other people
in other cities. He sees there's a certain pathos in this society: the
unemployed black and brown youths on corners, the touching little
families who receive the furniture he and Charlie deliver: they're happy
to have it.
It's a revelation in a small way. There's a lot in this book about detesting our flesh--it's not
just coming from Ahmad, but from people of other religions, too. Well, it's a rare religion, even Hinduism, that doesn't have a
puritanical side: that finds the flesh and the world a squalid preamble
to a better world, a purer world. I don't know to what extent the author
of these passages must have some ambivalence about the flesh, I'm not
too aware of it as I go about my daily life. You have written during other climates of fear--how does post-9/11
compare to them? The Cold War, yes, I remember the day that Russian ships were heading
toward Cuba, and Kennedy had vowed to blockade them, it seemed this
might indeed be the nuclear Holocaust day. Being somewhat afraid, but in
my heart an optimist, I could not believe that people would be so stupid
to blow up the world for more or less trivial cost. After all, we had
missiles in Turkey, dead set against ones in Cuba. I think the
possibility of the world blowing up was something you learned to live
with but kind of ignore. And it gave the cold-war maneuvering a certain
intensity and tension, but by the Vietnam Era it seemed pretty likely
that it wasn't going to happen.
I was a child in World War II, and I can remember a plane going
over--we had air raids. Darkened the house, we all huddled, my
grandparents, my parents--my mother and I--huddled in a windowless part
of the house. I heard a plane go over. I was maybe 8. And I thought it
was when they dropped the bomb that my child sense of reality didn't put
an obstacle to this bomb. That was about the most scared I'd ever been. Have you felt real fear or terror since 9/11? I think a little about it, I do, more than I used to. The planes are
probably as safe as they can make them. We thought they were pretty safe
before, but four out of four teams got through security that day. You
know, life always has hazard in it. You think of our ancestors, and how
disease would just sweep in out of nowhere and carry away a whole
family. Look at the American graveyards of the nineteenth century. They
are full of children that died abruptly of diphtheria and other things.
We're relatively safe, I think, even with these international
threats. If I were living in New York I might be a little more anxious,
but don't you find you sort of build in resilience? You're anxious for a
while, then you get bored of being anxious, and you move on. What are
your choices?
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