BookBrowse Review

Winner of the 2010 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction: A meditation on the private geography of the mind

Tinkers is a small book, flush with long sentences; a novel of spare plot, but grand and intricate ideas.  It deserved my full reading attention, and as a result it served as a kind of antidote to the fast-paced skimming sort of reading that I perform each day via the computer screen.

On the surface Tinkers, Paul Harding's first book, is the tale of an average man's final days. George Crosby, surrounded by loving family in the home that he built, is experiencing the last hours of life and memory as his body methodically fails him. The ministrations of George's relatives and wife fade from his consciousness as the hours pass and he is transported to places from his past as he re-lives vital pieces of his life, most often meditating on his stark and anxious childhood in West Cove, Maine. These childhood scenes focus sharply on George's stifled remembrances of his epileptic father, Harold, who disappeared from the family while George was still a youth. George's knowledge of his father is truncated, but the reader is privileged to be shown Harold's life beyond this departure and to discover that Harold and George are still connected, though not physically or even consciously, as father and son.

Being privy to the interior thoughts of both George and Harold made me feel intimately acquainted with them. I found myself reflecting on their lives and accomplishments as if they were real. Both men are prone to flights of fancy: Harold's are most vivid before a seizure and George's becoming stronger as he grows closer to death. Many of these fantastical musings are rooted in the natural world. The mysteries of nature seem to echo, or perhaps refocus, questions both men harbor about their fathers and the meaning of their brief lives.

The author's fondness for paragraph-long sentences and stretched-out streams of interconnected, yet separate, observations demand concentrated periods of reading. The compact subject matter also encourages extended reading sessions: if I tried to read a few pages of Tinkers between other activities, I found that the journey on which I was accompanying George was fragmented and the narrative's mood and momentum were broken. As I slowed my racing mind, the juxtaposition of utter realism and surreal imaginations worked beautifully together, creating a remarkable, unified story.

Tinkers is a skillfully written novel. It succeeds in demonstrating that our daily, microcosmic lives contain vastness and fantasy. This book offers its reader a meditation on the private geography of the mind and, through Harding's characters, a glimpse of our own efforts to piece together the broken and mismatched elements of human relationships and existence.

This review was originally published in January 2009, and has been updated for the January 2009 paperback release. Click here to go to this issue.