Forty Acres Deep isn’t the type of book that I’d normally read, but one of my co-workers suggested it to me because she was looking for someone to talk about it with. Since it was a relatively short novella, and was described as being significantly different from the rest of what the author had written, I decided to get myself a copy. I wasn’t sure what to expect, based on its blurb, but I ended up getting a story covered in thought-provoking introspection as a man looks back upon his life.
The story concerns a farmer who wakes up one morning to find that his wife has died and that the barns on his land are in danger of collapse after multiple days of record snowfall. As he sets out to try and keep the snow at bay his mind wanders to various moments in his life, how he’s found himself in this present life situation, and what his life experience means in the face of so much devastation.
This novella is told almost completely through internal monologue, which provides Mr. Perry with an excellent framework to impart his protagonist’s life experience and thought processes to the reader. A choice that could easily come across as lazy or lapse into overly direct exposition, but Mr. Perry’s writing style keeps it from getting there. At no point does it feel like the protagonist is having thoughts that would be unnatural or out of character for someone to have, and it never feels like Mr. Perry is speaking directly to the reader. Which isn't something that every writer finds easy to achieve.
What’s most impressive about the way these inner monologues are constructed is that they contain the amount of detail necessary to deliver the emotional weight they need to while also leaving enough to the imagination that the reader accurately feels as though they’re inhabiting the mind of the protagonist. When we remember something that happened to us we don’t generally recall every detail of the story. More often than not, we recall how it made us feel, and some of the smaller details that stick out bring those memories back to the forefront of our minds. Mr. Perry’s protagonist does the same, and it makes his character feel vibrantly real.
Aside from his memories and experiences, Harold also has a series of observations on the world that he finds himself living in, and how it changed from the days of his youth. As he watches his farm continue to disintegrate, and considers the ways he failed his wife, he can’t help but wonder how he no longer feels at home in the world. He considers how politics have devolved into fear-mongering team sports as he drives into town listening to the radio, upon seeing a pride flag inside an independent coffee shop he considers the realities of modern liberation, and after meeting a woman who’s undergoing problems in her marriage he wonders about the ways in which human beings can relate to one another in a world that seems increasingly complex.
Each of these moments of observation not only prompts introspection from the character but also from the reader. Harold's thoughts are complex and multi-varied, and they happen to provide interpretations that most wouldn't think about. He fuses quotations from various philosophy books with his own personal reflections to create a portrait of a man who considers the various environments he's traveled through and how they've provided an undue influence on his thoughts and decision-making. These passages have the potential to lead the reader down a similar path, and I can't help but wonder if they've done exactly that with the average demographic of Mr. Perry's readers.
It's these thoughts, more than any other, that lead Harold to undertake the drastic choices that he does towards the end of the novella. After finding himself completely isolated in a world that no longer makes sense, he chooses to give up on his land, and while this feels like a natural evolution for the storyline, I can’t help but feel as though Mr. Perry doesn’t do enough to justify the final choice that his protagonist makes. Much of the impetus for the decision to discard his possessions come from external forces, but his final act of self-immolation comes from within, and I found myself not understanding why.
Harold spends most of the book going over his regrets and failures but there’s no indication given to the reader that this would make him feel completely at a loss as to how he could continue living. Regrets don’t necessarily equal suicidality, and in the case of this protagonist, it feels like there needed to be some additional evolution in his thoughts before that became the logical conclusion. Yes, he did find a way to use the land he owns for some good, which would give his life some purpose, but why he needed to remove himself from the picture remains unclear by the end of the narrative.
Mr. Perry is clearly a talented writer. He was able to construct an intimate character portrait that contains several interesting observations on the twenty-first-century world, and he was able to do it with a remarkable economy of words. His descriptions of the snow and the barren landscape that surround his protagonist provide a fitting setting while being written with unique poetry that I was continually impressed by, and I’d like to see what he could do with a longer piece of fiction.
In my understanding, the rest of Mr. Perry’s work is significantly different and mostly humorous. However, I hope that this book represents a decision to pivot to more dramatic material because he has a genuine ability to write it, and if Forty Acres Deep was novel length I imagine that my issues with it would have evaporated like the snow off the roof of a pole barn. More character detail could have been put into the story, there could have been flashbacks to moments between Harold and his wife, and he would have had the space to properly develop the final moments of his narrative. As it stands, this a story worth the time one will spend reading it, but I can’t help but feel as though more length could have revealed something genius beneath the surface.