by Kingsley Amis
Roger Micheldene, the titular fat Englishman, is a publisher visiting a
fictional prestigious college with the oddly-chosen name of "Budweiser"
(a stand-in for Princeton). Ostensibly he's there on a business trip to
acquire the rights to a novel or two, but his real aim is to eat and
drink far too much, bed as many women as possible, and belittle
Americans with displays of British erudition and contempt. He spends
most of the novel shuttling between New York and Budweiser, leaving
unsatisfied women and unimpressed undergraduates in his wake.
This is the kind of novel that isn't written much any more, a character study and satire of manners. Unlike the tremendous Lucky Jim,
this novel's main character isn't the least bit sympathetic and holds
no youthful idealism. He's a creep, a seducer, a drunkard who leads
women on and insults them for being needy, holds grudges against small
children, and so on. There's no plot, except in the sense that Roger
goes through a wringer and leaves America only slightly more humble and
resentful. Roger may be an exaggerated portrait of Amis himself, but
knowing that doesn't change my impression of the book; watching this
boorish ass weave in and out of cocktail parties putting down others,
only to end up looking ridiculous, isn't as interesting as Amis seems to
think it is. Yes, it's a satire of both America and Britain; what Roger
never sees is that he embodies all the bad qualities he adumbrates in
defining Americans; he's childish, illogical, and emotional. A game of
Scrabble against a young boy exemplifies this, as he upturns the board
in a fit of pique when his British spellings aren't accepted. The
consequences of Roger's actions annoy him, but they never instruct him.
This is meant to make him funny, but I mostly found him tedious. It was
also difficult for me to sympathize with any of the other characters.
Take Helene Bang, the object of his most desperate amorous attentions;
since he treats her with utter contempt, why does she allow him within
ten feet of her? The American college students who puncture Roger's
inflated ego with silly pranks are similarly smirking and supercilious. I
enjoyed the witty writing, as far as it went, but I didn't find it
particularly funny, nor did I think it has anything original to say
about academia or the Anglo-American chasm. In the end, this is less a
satire than a character study of a man trapped by his own habits and
resentments. It's clever, but unappealing, much like Roger himself.
three stars
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