"The marriage wasn't going well and I decided to leave my husband."
So begins Anne Tyler's story of a woman named Charlotte, 35, from a small town in Maryland, sometime in the mid-1970s. A tale of ordinary people, with all the strengths and limitations that implies. Tyler has been ploughing this soil for well on 40 years now, and this is one of her earlier works, her seventh novel. Admittedly, she is no Updike - not such a showy stylist at any rate (but then who is?) - nonetheless, her prose has a cool, quiet artistry. Charlotte Emory is kidnapped by a young ne'er-do-well at the bank counter, and on their hasty flight south to Florida in a stolen car (the passenger-side doors locked with chains), she looks back upon the entirety of her prosaic life. Her parents' unhappy marriage, father a gloomy studio photographer, mother an ailing Zeppelin of a woman, her childhood spent in dreams of flight from her narrow circumstances. How that dream comes crashing to pieces, less than an hour after she has left home for college, forcing her to return to Clarion, MD and the inescapable parental home. Her subsequent marriage to the returned soldier Saul Emory (who later turns preacher), part of the large Emory brood and their flamboyant matriarch Alberta. All while, in the present, Charlotte is continuing her unreal journey south in the company of Jake Simms, shiftless sticker-upper carroming chaotically through life though fundamentally a good kid at heart, and his barely-legal belle Mindy, who is heavy with child.
As I said, very ordinary people, the salt of America's earth, and yet Tyler spins compelling tales out of this mundane material. There are no whizz-bang effects here, no shattering denouements, just quiet decisions and a return to the hard everyday business of living. For some reason, Charlotte's journey south put me in mind of another famous fictional roadtrip taken 15 years earlier - Harry Angstrom trying to flee from his wife Janice and his hometown of Brewer, PA - except that neither he nor Charlotte Emory manage to get very far in the end, neither are able to escape the fixed orbit of their lives. Ultimately, that great big bastard Life will claim the both of them, as it does all the rest of us, for that matter... Looking forward now to catching up with the rest of Anne Tyler's oeuvre.