ZacharyLazar’s Sway: A Novel (Little,
Brown) is a guide to self-involved characters slopping around in the
sexual mud and quicksand of the ’60s. All of the characters are members
of The Rolling Stones or were associated with them as the 1960s
counterculture went the wrong way.
Many had to scream “Gimme
shelter!” for real. To reference another Stones song, there had been
too much sympathy for the devil. The ’60s ran out of brilliant ideas
midway through, and the end of it all is what this novel is about, with
the Stones as cultural vortex. Every character is a real person, from
Kenneth Anger (the underground filmmaker whose Scorpio Rising was
the pinnacle movie about the dark side of hip life) to Bobby Beausoleil
(who resided with the Manson family and who got a life sentence for
murdering another member of the family). But at center stage are the
members of The Rolling Stones.
We finally find out exactly how
Brian Jones died—except that this is fiction. Numerous early gigs for
The Rolling Stones are described in maddeningly accurate detail, and
they all end in violence, as did Jones’ life. At many narrative
vectors, the reader suddenly realizes that these are real people doing
what they actually did do; however, their interior thoughts and, of
course, conversations never took place outside of the book.
In
2008 the gap between lowbrow genres and highbrow writing is wider than
ever. English courses in lowbrow novels are offered to keep attendance
up; highbrow works of fiction attract only students of literature, and
there are fewer than in previous decades. The novel has become the
literary battlefield between low and high culture. Sway steps into
this
fight with pulp fiction in one holster and serious art in the other and
stands as the finest gossip and gospel truth regarding what went awry
as the ’60s turned evil. But Sway also changes the notion of
what a work of fiction can be. It challenges the very architecture of
the novel. We have real people, real action and real cultural
commentary; yet, again, that which creates the book’s cultural
significance never happened—sort of never happened.
This is a
novel about true outsiders who went too far outside and could only come
back in after being airlifted out of Altamont, while their creations
turned out to be the stuff of fallen angels. Quite literally, Hells
Angels fell on hippies who were falling on themselves at that famous
free concert that ended the 1960s’ romanticism in a frenzy that, in
turn, ended it all except for those who made it happen.
They
go on to wealth and fame, as the song goes. Can you guess their names?
Lazar knows that lowbrow fiction is not good for a reputation in
academia and that highbrow is not what will bring in money, so he has
written a cross-genre novel that winds up making more sense than all of
the inane books these days on this band or that doing something or
other in the ’60s. Take Eric Clapton and his recent tome; nice guy and
all, but just a guitar player who happened to survive by accidental
means and who still makes Robert Johnson sound awful. But listen to the
narrator in Sway talk about Johnson: “It was a folk ballad,
minor-keyed and slow. It was more Englishsounding than American … like
a dirge. The words…were a monologue in the voice of the Devil. They
spoke of the sway of a sly…man who in the end was just a bewildering
reflection of themselves.”
At this very moment, Mick Jagger
looks up from the recording session being described and, with Brian
Jones and Keith Richards, continues to “sift through the variations …
taking up the song in a completely different style” until it sounds
right—until it sounds like a Rolling Stones song that is back-dropped,
sly-stepped and brought to life by so much cultural action that the
exact meaning of a given song becomes clearer than ever.
There’s more intelligence in Sway’s fiction
than in any music criticism. There’s more high culture literature in
this low culture story. There’s more of a novel here because there is
none.
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