This is Ford’s fifth novel about Frank Bascomb, now a 74 year retiree, in reasonably good physical shape, no financial worries, two grown children, an interest in public affairs, a church goer (admittedly a casual one) – he should be content. And yet he speculates about whether he should be happy, or at least aspire to happiness The question is sharpened when he meets an old classmate at a reunion, one who is suffering from dementia, but blankly assures Frank that “It’s been a wonderful, wonderful life.” A life now without worry or comprehension, but one that’s sadly lacking. Frank decides to “give life its full due” and this effort is at the center of the rest of the novel.
This “full due” takes an unexpected form when Frank suddenly learns that his 47 year old son has a terminal neurological disease, and Frank decides to take full care of his son, Paul. This involves driving him to the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota and then on a kind of bucket list outing to Mt. Rushmore. Essentially, then, it’s a road trip with father and son suspended in an in-between state where ideally they could be honest and direct with one another.
But Paul is a difficult person who has lived apart from his father for many years. He has a biting, sarcastic sense of humor. He’s angry at his rapidly deteriorating physical condition, and pushes away people who try to help him. Frank tolerates his son, tries to make allowances for him, and in a sense distracts himself in endless observation of the people and places around him. He says, “How much lighter on its feet the world would be if we only understood that precious fuck-all we do on any given day makes much difference in the long run or the short.” It’s a balancing act, then, being immersed in his son’s trauma, and at the same time, trying to distance himself from it and keep a sense of equilibrium.
His balancing involves reveling in, or at least appreciating, everyday trivia, striking up conversations, flirting with waitresses and women he meets casually. He is given to aphoristic summings up, as if he could somehow categorize and wall himself off from the pain of his son’s suffering.
He cares about his son, though, suggesting, unsuccessfully, that they could talk more seriously with fewer jokes. To the son, there’s nothing to talk about, and somewhat like his father, he enjoys tacky and junky things, like the “corn palace” in South Dakota, and even the commercial riff-raff that surrounds the presidents on Mt. Rushmore. It’s a way of making light of the suffering of his rapidly diminishing life.
It’s close to Valentine’s Day and Frank gives his son a valentine. “Be Mine,” it says, another joking way of showing affection, but Frank gets through to his son this time. A cheap sentimental card, yes, but behind he sentimentality, there’s a caring for each other, and I think the “Be Mine” words suggest that, however jokingly shallow they appear on the surface
In the end, in another bromide, Frank says that “happiness is not a pure element, but an alloy of metals both precious and base, and durable.” This is problematic in making Frank feel better, but beyond that, it expresses that love, and happiness, Frank’s initial concern, have to be earned, worked at.