I read this book expecting it to be as good as the earlier Fallis novels I have enjoyed and chuckled over. Fallis is a Stephen Leacock award winner and I have on more than one occasion laughed out loud when reading his other novels. This one, however, left me feeling flat, strangely confused, and disappointed. Has Fallis lost his touch? Have I missed the humour in Poles Apart? Is it time to move on?
First, the premise of the novel where a man writes a wildly popular blog on women’s issues is packed with promise. The trouble was, the blog’s author Everett turns out to be a bland character wrapped in a ho-hum plot that drones on while spinning out a series of cardboard characters. We have on the female side the exotic dancer/mother who is a PhD candidate, the attractive yet confused female lawyer, the ultra-successful and powerful mother and the clever and sympathetic Woman’s Movement pioneer who sit on one side of the scale. Not to be outdone, we have Everett’s Stone Age father who loves Ford cars, another man who loves Chevrolets, a bouncer who does makeup, and the sleazy strip club owner. Haul out the stereotypes, have them clash and clang about, mix in the internet and a blog written by a man that supports equal eights for woman, and we have a recipe for success. And yet we don’t.
The novel lacks a core of humour and plot. The novel drags and needs a serious editing. The novel needs to offer some surprises. Perhaps the reading of a couple of Carl Hiaasen novels would help. And why so many hanging subplots? For instance, the hunt for the son of the woman who was at the forefront of the beginning of the woman’s movement. Sure, times were different. Yes, the issue is important. In the structure and plot of this novel, however, it is unnecessary. It was as if Fallis found a shoehorn and decided to fit something else into the core of the novel. Sorry, it doesn’t work.
This novel is not worth reading if you are looking for laughter. If you want a way to pass a rainy or snowy day this novel is fine. Just don’t expect to laugh out loud. Sadly, you may not laugh at all.