Type of bind: Paperback
Dewey Decimal Number: 823.914
EAN num: 9780140050967
ISBN number: 0140050965
Label: Penguin (Non-Classics)
Manufacturer: Penguin (Non-Classics)
Quantity: 1
Page Count: 288
Printing Date: June 26, 1980
Publishing house: Penguin (Non-Classics)
Sale Popularity Level: 1180594
Studio: Penguin (Non-Classics)
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Jake Richardson, an Oxford don nearing sixty with a lifetime's lechery behind him, is in pursuit of his lost libido and heads off to the consulting room of a miniature sex therapist. Not one to disobey a doctor's orders, he runs the full humiliating gamut of sex labs and trendy 'workshops', where more than souls are bared. He decks himself with cunning gadgetry, dreams up a weekly fantasy, pets diligently with his overweight wife and browses listlessly through porn magazines behind locked doors. Is sex really worth it? As liberationists abuse him, a campus hostess bores him into bed - and even his own wife starts acting oddly - Jake seriously begins to wonder.
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Anyone who has had to seek out an elusive medical diagnosis should laugh aloud. The novel is scabrous and cringe-inducing---and uproariously funny. It should be required reading in all medical schools.
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"...[T]heir concern with the surface of things, with objects and appearances, with their surroundings and how they looked and sounded in them, with seeming to be better and to be right while getting everything wrong, their automatic assumption of the role of injured party in any clash of wills, their certainty that a view is the more credible and useful for the fact that they hold it, their use of misunderstanding and misrepresentation as weapons of debate, their selective sensitivity to tones of voice, their unawareness of the difference in themselves between sincerity and insincerity, their interest in importance (together with a noticeable inability to discriminate in that sphere), their fondness for general conversation and directionless discussion, their pre-emption of the major share of feeling, their exaggerated estimate of their own plausibility, their never listening and lots of other things like that..."
been there, been there, been there...
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In a new millennium awash with exotic and mainstream treatments for the euphemistically phrased class of conditions referred to as `erectile dysfunction', Jake's Thing reads as an interesting period piece from less medically interventionalist times.
What exactly is Jake's Thing? Surely a decline in libido is to be expected as one approaches 60. Maybe his thing is no more than a reaction to his overweight, frustrated (and as we later learn desperate) housewife. According to his treating physician, Jake's Thing is a reflection of his failure to adequately express a myriad of repressed perversities. (Jake repeatedly denies the presence of even one solid perversity, maintaining that in this respect his `thing' is missionary relations with women possessed of very large breasts.) Another possible interpretation is that Jake's Thing is no more than a reaction to the increasing presence of feminists on and around his beloved Oxford who demand to be allowed equal acess to the inner sanctums of the college.
Whatever the case, Jake, with the encouragement of his wife Brenda, decides to seek treatment for his thing. After a couple of very up close and personal encounters with a device known as a `nocturnal mensurator' Jake's doctor decides that group therapy is the only way Jake will release the emotional blockage that is negatively impacting on his theoretically fully functional thing. One thing that is most certainly not Jake's thing is group therapy. Let's just say that Jake comes to regret assuring his referring medical practitioner that he has no objection to exposing his genitals in public.
Not to spoil the ending but the Jake and Brenda do end up resolving the issue of the `thing' in quite different ways. It is virtually impossible to find any sympathy for Jake who's a stuffy Oxford don used to getting away with various infidelities, treating women as though they are sub morons, neglecting his wife and single mindedly pursuing his area of expertise, Minoan history to a suitable plateau of mediocrity. This is largely a result of Kingsly Amis missing the mark with his usually deft humorous touch. The interactions of the university academics are dry and dull rather than dry and droll making Jake's Thing and unworthy successor to other Amis novels such as the sparklingly amusing Lucky Jim. The other characters are largely uni dimensional, serving as foils to illuminate whatever slightly noxious personal quality Jake elects to showcase. The group therapy participants promise a variety of mad, bad and dangerous personal problems but just end up as bland as the rest. Brenda's most notable individual achievement, finale aside, is to lose weight.
Maybe the slightly sensational nature of the topic resulted in a more generous assessment of the quality of this novel when it was written. I'm not sure. Whatever the case, I can honestly report that I really didn't care for Jake or his thing.
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The title is of course nice, in the sense of precise, referring to the way a counsellour might euphemistically refer to Jake's "problem", his impotence, also to Jake's penis, and also perhaps to Jake's attitude.
This was the very first of the trilogy of Amis Pere's trilogy of deeply angry, anti-humanist and misogynist novels (the others being _Stanley and the Women_ and _Russian Hide and Seek_), and perhaps the funniest. The objects of Amis' satire (trendy doctors and counsellors, the "helping professions" in general) surely deserve the contempt Amis heaps on them, though the satire sometimes spills over into what seems like genuinely felt and personal rage, not quite mediated or controlled by the authorial "voice". But the various appalling and undignified therapies to which Jake is subjected in the endeavor to restore his libido are evoked with comic splendour and I suspect bulls-eye accuracy. Jake's mind, body and intelligence are in every sense insulted.
Along with _Girl, 20_, with its evocation of 1960s "swinging London" this is the most obviously dated of Amis' novels, though perhaps that doesn't matter much from this distance. What was once trendy (or rather anti-trendy in relation to specific forms of trendiness, which is essentially the same thing) becomes dated, and finally comfortably historical.
Though possibly one of the least of Kingsley Amis' novels, and one that shows the man himself at a low ebb (a certain humanism returns with _The Old Devils_ and the last novels, and Amis is much the better for that), this is still a comic masterpiece. No writer has ever done dialogue, and especially dialogue-as-strategy, talk as point-scoring and jockeying-for-position, as well as Amis. Below-par Amis still offers a much better read than most novelists at their peak.
Cheers!
Laon
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