Love Songs for Dead Media

Tom Rachman’s debut novel, The Imperfectionists, reads like a collection of short stories, each one focusing on a different character swirling around in the soon to be ashes of an international English-language newspaper based in Rome.  At the end of each episode, Rachman reports in brief serialized fashion on the origins of the paper, a noble but doomed-to-fail experiment, and its different near-deaths over the years before instant-globalization and access to news through the internet put the final nail in its coffin.  What he achieves is a series of love songs (some better composed than others) serenading a dead media: the newspaper…romantic, archaic, quaint…obsolete.

In a bit of irony, the opening chapter taking place in Paris detailing the quietly crumbling marriage of an aging and ineffective foreign correspondent named Lloyd Burko is the novel’s most compelling.  How Rachman is able to capture the internal thoughts and feelings of an aging man entering the twilight of his career and life is a nifty little piece of subterfuge.  Perhaps it’s the portrait of an old man only a young man could write, but Lloyd and his foibles are the most fully realized aspects of the book.  And it’s fitting he doesn’t step into the background of any of the subsequent Rome-based stories.  Only in the final “everything-tied-up-neatly-in-a-bow” epilogue do we learn of Lloyd’s fate.

The subsequent episodes are hit-and-miss.  The second chapter focusing on obituary writer Arthur Gopal (the only happily married character in the novel) packs an emotional wallop (in sharp contrast to the contemplative and subtle emotions engendered by Lloyd Burko’s tale) and is a hard one to shake.  Subsequently engaging and clever episodes (one taking place in Cairo and another focusing on one of the paper’s most faithful Italian readers) are the highlights amidst a series of sad-sack, dryly humorous, and somewhat tiresome tales featuring one too many interchangeable career women longing for romance or unhappily married men looking for better careers.  All of these characters play minor roles in each other’s lives, and Rachman occasionally seems too busy trying to find ways to connect everyone.  The fact they all worked for the paper was enough for me.

In a final twist of fate at the end, we learn that the paper may have been started as a failed attempt to romance a woman.  The fact that the paper never had any greater ambitions (despite the great ambitions of some of its editors and reporters) speaks to its not-surprising demise some fifty-plus years later. 

The Imperfectionists is a curious read…a clever, entertaining and mostly breezy affair loaded with nice little observations about the misguided actions of people thinking they were working towards something greater than it was ever meant to be, but there are no stand-out “WOW!” moments or passages.  The characters are for the most part endearing despite being loaded with neurotic quirks and poor senses of judgment…but none (spare for maybe Lloyd) are particularly memorable, and their interchangeable natures allow them to blow away in the wind of the reader’s mind. 

But maybe that’s the point Rachman is trying to make.  What these characters viewed as important maybe really wasn’t.  This paper (maybe all newspapers) was always doomed…meant to be fleeting no matter what false senses of ambition or cultural significance were tied to it by the people who loved to either be in print, control the print, or get the print all over their hands. 

Publishers, editors, reporters, writers and readers alike should resign themselves to the fact that the newspaper as it once was will never be again.  We are in a new media age, and in another fifty years the romance and old-world intrigue of printed news might be completely forgotten.  In that context, The Imperfectionists is both a time-capsule and eulogy.

Written by David H. Schleicher

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2 comments on “Love Songs for Dead Media

  1. BookSellerNJ says:

    “Publishers, editors, reporters, writers and readers alike should resign themselves to the fact that the newspaper as it once was will never be again. We are in a new media age, and in another fifty years the romance and old-world intrigue of printed news might be completely forgotten. In that context, The Imperfectionists is both a time-capsule and eulogy.”

    Based on your review, and having worked in the Newspaper industry for the past fourteen years, “The Imperfectionists” is now on my must read list. Many of your readers are probably too young to remember their “Home Town” Newspaper (maybe it no longer exists), but I have fond memories of what my “Home Town” Newspaper used to be.

    The “Home Town” Newspaper was your main source of local news. Your paper was delivered in the late afternoon by a neighborhood boy or girl when they got home from school. With a dependable bicycle, strong arm and almost perfect aim, the paper landed neatly on your front porch. The “kids” anxiously awaited the paper every afternoon to read the comic strips — and the adventures of your favorite comic strip hero was often the main topic of conversation at the school bus stop the next morning. Parents read the newspaper in the evenings after dinner. On Sundays, the paper included not only local news, but national and international news as well, and reading the Sunday paper was a “family” event. You kept scrapbooks of newspaper clippings from the Sports pages, and the Movie Poster Ads were neatly pasted into scrapboods as well; and if you were fortunate enough to see the movie in a theatre, your ticket stub was pasted next to your Movie Poster ad. Sunday was also the day school children would clip their article for current events class on Monday; and the stack of clipped grocery coupons grew on the kitchen table for your next shopping trip.

    Unfortunately in an effort to compete with 24 hour television/ internet news, the “Home Town” newspaper has lost its “Home Town” feel. It has lost touch with its local audience. And, in an effort to compete may have caused its own demise.

    In any case, it would be sad to see the end of the printed word in newsprint. Thank you for this review, and a reminder that the newspaper has always been an important source of news and entertainment, especially at the local level. Let’s hope it survives the next 50 years.

    I certainly remember clipping movie ads for scrapbooks and the ritual of reading the Sunday edition. You’ll probably find much to enjoy in this novel. –DHS

  2. David, this is a great review. It sounds like a book I would enjoy and I would add it to my to-read pile, but as I consider the pile sitting in front of me I already have many many months (if not years) of reading already lined up. If I were to add something though, this sounds it would be something like this even though I generally avoid modern writing. Not because I look down on it, but because there are thousands of books from way back when that I haven’t got to yet considered worth reading (1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die), that I hate to interrupt them with something untried. But you are convincing me that this might be worth reading. I am fascinated by the slow, sad death of print newspapers and the way the story is structured sounds attractive. Thanks for bringing this book to my attention.

    Jason, you’re welcome! –DHS

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