Adam Johnson’s Use of the Unreliable Narrator

Adam Johnson’s masterful writing in his latest collection of stories reveal some very interesting twists. One in particular, “George Orwell Was a Friend of Mine,” uses the unreliable narrator as a way of exhibiting a psycho-social disconnect between generations in East Germany.

I think it’s interesting how we find great storytellers. In the fall of 2016, I went back to Louisville for another residency with my MFA program, only I was no longer a student. As a residency assistant, I didn’t think to ask ahead of time what the book in common was (program required reading). I found out when I arrived that it was Adam Johnson’s Orphan Master’s Son, a Pulitzer winner in 2013. I had never heard of him, but that’s not a surprise. There are so many great authors out there that I am still trying to read, popular or not. During this residency, Mr. Johnson spoke to a packed crowd of literati from several writing programs. It took place in a converted, old warehouse, more cave-like with few windows and blacked out doors, located west of downtown near the Ohio River. Very edgy place for an author’s reading, which usually take place in book stores, auditoriums and galleries. He stood in the middle of a stage overlooking rows of listeners and read “Nirvana” from start to finish, then answered several poignant questions from the crowd about writing and theory. I was awestruck by his intellect and approachable demeanor.

After the reading, I purchased his latest book, a collection of short stories called Fortune Smiles, containing the story he had read to us and five others. I also borrowed “Orphan Master’s Son” from a friend, consequently reading it before I started on the collection. Brilliant in so many ways, I was hooked. It’s not an easy read. Nor are many of the choices on the Pulitzer list. But, it does help to read the transcripts from interviews and essays littered about on the internet to get a better understanding of the complexity and where the mind of the author wants to take you. Fortune Smiles is much easier to wrap your head around, wonderfully written with poignant humor and socially significant themes.

While reading “Nirvana” I was taken back to his excellent reading. As fun to hear as much as it was read, Johnson is deft with creating interesting juxtapositions of character, objects and situation. When I made it to “George Orwell was a Friend of Mine,” I had to think about the title, having read several of Orwell’s works, and wonder about the connection to this story. The story had me right away. Johnson’s ability to pull the reader into his work was mesmerizing. Best of all, I saw the intention of an unreliable narrator building as each page passed.

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The story comes to us through the narrator, a former prison warden during the communist controlled era in East Germany. The prison was used by the secret police to interrogate political dissidents and torture them. Now retired and the prison an atrocity museum, the warden simply lives in the shadow of where he used to work. The story really is simple, at first, because the warden tells us in a matter-of-fact way what he does, and why he does it. He walks his dog. He sees some old coworkers and has watched the changes taking place after the fall of the Soviet Union. All of it seems so perfunctory for Hans, the Warden. But, there’s a slow buildup of the psychological structure to this man.

The unreliable narrator’s perception of events are often askew, not aligned with current mores. The reader, however, discerns between what is right and how messed up the narrator is, because they are given textual clues. The first of many alarming clues begins when Hans carries his wife to bed, after she passed out from having had too much to drink. “That’s why, when her faint snoring came, I’d open her robe and slowly, tenderly begin making love to her.” (145). That’s not love. That’s rape. His sense of morality is obviously messed up. Through this technique, the reader can be drawn into the story even more, because they have invested their opinion and beliefs.

Another scene early in the story places Hans in direct confrontation with a group of people, comprised mostly teens and their tour guide from the atrocities museum, venerating a significant commemoration, a tree for a famous GDR playwright. Hans showed no regard for the memorial and let his dog to shit at the base of the tree while the guide gave a description of the memorial. He was never sympathetic toward the playwright. And, he didn’t like what the guide said, so he started to interject with his own opinion of the man; “Herr Wexler was a pervert and a drug addict who embezzled money…” The tour guide asks, “If Klaus Wexler’s crime was embezzlement, why did he not go through the criminal courts? Why did the Stasi bring him here, to a secret interrogation prison?” The scene continues with Hans explaining in great detail the reasons for the prison, the solitary confinement, and torture chambers, the reason to force confessions out of political dissidents for the good of the state. He speaks with pride in the work the Stasi did, because they were protecting the state.

It’s from these early scenes that we see Hans and his misguided beliefs—his complete ignorance of the horrific events that occurred underneath his nose—his inability to understand the machine he was a part of. It only gets better, but I won’t spoil it for you. The story progresses with more about Hans’ twisted, almost brainwashed view of the world, still holding onto this belief to the very end. He gives us the details to why he thought that way, but never comes to realize, even at the very end, that it was wrong. In a way, if he had confessed during his own torture, he would have been guilty of a crime, but he never does confess and we are left to wonder what will happen as the water chamber continues to fill up.

This type of character, as a narrator, allows us to think about how authority figures can be myopic and dangerous. Plus, we gain insight into ourselves through how we react to each step in the story. What does it say about the reader when they fail to react to criminal events? Using the unreliable narrator is an excellent tool for all writers if they want to capture the reader’s emotional investment, but to get there the writer needs to think like someone who is diametrically opposed to their own moral fiber, which is not easy to do.

The Unreliable Narrator in Raymond Carver’s “Cathedral”

(10 min. ~1400 wds)

Raymond Carver influenced my writing way back in undergrad. His blue-collar, American themes reflected my upbringing in a Midwestern industrial city. Added to this is his style, a terse, minimalist prose that empowers the reader to enter the story—to invest their thoughts and opinions, sometimes testing them, like he does in “Cathedral,” which uses dramatic irony to make his narrator fallible and unreliable. Carver uses the narrator’s character flaws as an unreliable narrator in a way to create a dramatic effect that employs the reader’s perceptions about morals and propriety.

The story of “Cathedral” is about a brief visit from the narrator’s wife’s longtime friend, an elderly blind man who recently lost his wife. In the opening paragraph, the narrator let’s the reader in on his thoughts, “And his being blind bothered me. My idea of blindness came from the movies.” Almost immediately, the narrator in “Cathedral” shows his ignorance and myopic opinions to the reader early in the story and never breaks character. Best of all, he is a character in his own story, one that is often bigoted and vulgar toward others. What he sees and thinks cannot be reliable for the telling of this story.

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Warning: Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear

From the beginning of the story, we can see the narrator’s insensitive opinions. And it’s only one of many ignorant statements littering the story. The reader quickly sheds any sympathy for this narrator, because the reader knows more than the narrator. According to Wayne Booth in “The Rhetoric of Fiction,” if a narrator depicts facts and opinions that do not coincide with those of the other characters or commonly held beliefs or theories of the time, then the narrator is no longer a reliable source, because their perspective is skewed to the point of being misleading. The following excerpt from “The Rhetoric of Fiction” explains this very well:

 

When the novelist chooses to deliver his facts and summaries as though the mind of one of his characters, he is in danger of surrendering precisely “that liberty of transcending the limits of the immediate scene” – particularly the limits of that character he has chosen as his mouthpiece… it is enough to say that a fact, when it has been given to us by the author or his unequivocal spokesperson, is a very different thing from the same “fact” given to us by a fallible character in the story (Booth, p. 174).

This follows Henry James’ insights on dramatic narration through a narrator who is a character in the story. James concluded that because the narrator is a character they are fallible, and this fallibility questions the reliability of the narrator’s perceptions about the story, social constructs, and many other issues surrounding the narrative. A good example of this would be having a Flat Earther tell a story about scientific discovery and fact.

There are many instances where Carver’s narrator shows his ignorance. One place in particular is where he describes the blind man’s dead wife, and criticizes her name, “Beulah! That’s a name for a colored woman.” His use of the word “colored” construct the mentality of a person stuck in the 60s, before the civil rights movement, and proves his ignorance. The narrator is a bigot.

Later in the story, the narrator offers no condolences or sympathy for the blind man’s loss of his wife, who had recently passed away. Upon meeting the blind man for the first time, the narrator describes the blind man’s physical disability:

“But he didn’t use a cane and he didn’t wear dark glasses. I’d always thought dark glasses were a must for the blind… Too much white in the iris, for one thing, and the pupils seemed to move around in the sockets without his knowing it or being able to stop it. Creepy.”

Why would glasses be “a must” for someone that is blind? He regards the disability as a defect, making him “Creepy,” something unapproachable, not human, a freak. Carver’s narrator is an immature man, an ignorant man, his juvenile sensibilities incapable to understand the world around him.

Then, this jerk of a narrator describes his wife’s attempted suicide in a perfunctory manner: “But instead of dying, she got sick. She threw up.” His thoughts are ambivalent and without compassion. No love or sympathy about her depression, and subsequent cry for help.

His wife and the blind man exchanged voice recordings for many years. She became a good friend when she was a caretaker and assistant. The narrator recalls listening for the first time to one of the blind man’s recordings. They are interrupted at the critical moment when the blind man was about to offer his opinion of her husband, the narrator, who thinks, “Maybe it was just as well. I’d heard all I wanted to.” He doesn’t care about what others feel or think. Lacking empathy for others, the reader can continue to disregard any feelings they may have toward the narrator.

The final scene in “Cathedral” has the blind man together with the narrator, watching TV, sharing beers and pot. The blind man wanted to know what the cathedral looked like on TV and the only way was through the narrator drawing one for him. They hold hands while working together to draw a cathedral on paper. “It was like nothing else in my life up to now,” explains the narrator. The reader feels this may be a poignant transformation for the narrator, because he is starting to understand what it is like to be blind. He is finally walking in someone else’s shoes. Yet, I would argue that Carver maintains his narrator’s inability to understand what it is like to be blind in the penultimate sentence: “But I didn’t feel like I was inside anything.” In the end, the reader understands more about the narrator and the environment surrounding him, than the narrator can comprehend. We want the narrator to change, but he doesn’t; he is incapable of change and remains as closed-minded as he was in the first paragraph. The shock and surprise comes from within the reader, not the character—a type of person already known for his ignorance and unreliable insights. In the end, Carver is looking at you, and asks What did you expect about this guy? That he would change? Now, that’s just impossible. Carver intended to build dramatic irony through his narrator’s ignorance, which according to Booth he becomes unreliable, because his facts don’t jive with the other characters and the reader’s preconceived notions. This is a skillfully used effect to create dramatic irony for the purpose of that famous final scene at the end of the story.

Quotes pulled from Raymond Carver’s short story collection “Where I’m Calling From” published by Vintage Contemporaries, 1989.

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