Straight Man

Published in 1997, it still feels exactly like the middle-aged, affluent white guy hand-wringing story that comprises a good chunk of the classic Western canon. Hank Devereaux Jr is nearing 50 and as the interim chair of the West Central Pennsylvania State University he's facing funding cuts, potential layoffs, a mutinous department, a debt-ridden daughter, and the daily struggle to properly urinate. He's surrounded by bumbling, impotent men and nearly every woman is somehow an object of lust. Hank eventually finds himself choking an unlucky fowl by the neck on local television and threatens to kill a duck a day until his department receives funding. Which, along with some unresolved daddy issues, is the height of his turmoil. One that he can assuage with games of racquetball, or sitting on the quiet deck of his forested home with his ever patient and capable wife, considering his tenured position at the university. It sounds absolutely insufferable.

What can I say, I'm still charmed by the story. The expansive cast of characters is easy to laugh at but it's rarely done out of malice. Its slapstick set pieces are rendered with writerly flair that I can't help but admire. And the whole thing moves at a brisk pace throughout. Yes there are some clunkers that remind me it's a book of a past era, one that follows its own bookish logic to conclusion, but I'm in the hands of a polished storyteller with a sharp eye for character that's generated enough goodwill to carry me through.