Playground by Richard PowersMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
This is a great book. I don’t know whether it will still be great in a decade – some of what seems cutting edge and provocative today may turn out to be obvious or cliched – but, as they say, get it while it’s hot.
Powers often works with multiple perspectives in his stories, letting us see pieces of the narrative from different angles and bringing them together as part of a slow-boiling, usually satisfying conclusion.
Here, we have the first-person narrative of Todd Keane, a Mark Zuckerberg-like figure who reveals somewhat early on that he is suffering from Lewy Body dementia and knows that he will die soon.
Todd’s earliest memories have him dealing with his parents’ acrimonious marriage. His father had been a successful trader on the floor of the Chicago Board of Options Exchange, allowing them to live in a “castle” off Lake Michigan. He dealt with his father’s competitive, maybe Oedipal-fearing teaching him of chess by imagining himself underwater, walking on the floor of Lake Michigan – an experience informed for him by a book written by the pioneering scuba-diver Evie Beaulieu.
When he’s at school – first at a Jesuit high school and then at the University of Illinois – he becomes close to Rafi Young, a poet from a tough African-American neighborhood. The two bond over games, especially chess and go, and it’s Rafi’s suggestion that Todd ‘gamify’ his new social media platform that distinguishes it from its competitors and turns Todd into a billionaire.
Todd falls in love with Ina, a Pacific Islander, and they form something of a triangular relationship until, in a well-intentioned effort to repair a lover’s quarrel, Todd inadvertently betrays a secret of Rafi’s. Todd refuses to forgive him, eventually demands money for his contributions to Playground, and the two remain distant throughout their adult lives.
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For now, Powers is asking questions we are just wrestling with. Like his protagonist Todd, he’s on the ground floor of a social media world that’s shaping how we are coming to shape our own art.
I should add that much of this is beautifully written. That’s a Powers’s trademark, something I say having now read his four most recent books.
Weirdly, the one I like least is The Overstory, the one that’s gotten the most attention. Other than this, I also think that Orfeo is stunning.
Anyway, the guy is definitely worth reading, and this one may be – for the next few years at least – the best place to see him at his best.
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