Super Sad True Love Story is a book about many things but I’m not sure if I can say that love is one of them. We’ve talked a lot this semester about the concept of like, or affect, and if these things really matter when talking about a work as a whole. Since when does it matter if we like something, and what bearing does that have on if a work can be considered good, or important? I’m finally ready to concede it doesn’t have much bearing at all. I had a horrible, knee jerk reaction to the opening pages of this book (by that I mean pretty much everything contained in the first 150 pages), but though I didn’t really like Lenny (our protagonist? antihero?) I did enjoy the book as a whole.
Shteyngart sets his novel in the near future, in a dystopia that is horrifying because it seems all together too possible. The reliance on technology is something that’s paramount in the novel. When the apparat network goes down near the end of the novel the sense of loss is actually palpable. Lenny talks about feeling disconnected without it, somehow isolated without being able to be ranked, to see where he clocked in when compared to the rest of the world. It wasn’t only the terror involved in not being able to get in touch with loved one (a purposeful and effective invoking of some post-9/11 images of down communication lines and people unaccounted for on the part of the author) it was the terror of not being able to connect to the rest of the world. The concept of being networked is something that has a growing importance in our society. Not having a facebook (our GlobalTeens equivalent?) can be met with looks of confusion. A few weeks ago, the Blackberry network was down for over 24 hours and I couldn’t get email sent to my phone. I had to manually check my email for the first time in almost two years. It was jarring, I’m not afraid to admit. The network is becoming all important, and this book made me think about what that growing importance could mean in the long run…and also made me want to turn my phone off for awhile, I won’t lie.
The other part of this book that was a big concern for me was the growing anti-intellectual sentiment. I’m not one of those people that thinks the growing influence of the internet and online culture signals the death knell of reading and analysis. If you know where to look on the internet, analytical discussions are happening all over the place about pretty much any subject imaginable. The world presented in Shteyngart’s novel however is a world that demonizes reading for any reason. Books, actual bound copies of books, are considered passe, relics from a bygone time. That’s…already starting to happen, though not on a wide scale. (Interesting to note though that the smell of books-something loathed by the younger characters in the novel like Eunice-is an argument that people who are against digital reading devices like the Kindle and the Nook use to back up their case. It seems to be an integral part of the reading process for some people.) Aside from that, reading for pleasure is something that no one seems to do anymore. Look at Eunice’s disgust when she finds Lenny reading, and not just “scanning for data.” Can stories be reduced to data though, especially fiction? I don’t think I can agree with that. We might have found my one point of becoming a luddite.
It’s a subtle thing that the author does to bring this anti-intellectualism to the forefront of the book. The warning signs from the government, even the signs of encouragement, attempting to get the general public into a sense of security, contain egregious misspellings and the breaking of rules of proper grammar. The fact that even the people in the highest seats of power don’t have a grasp on basic rules of writing shows fully that the society in Super Sad True Love Story values the superficial (Onionskin jeans, fuckability rankings) over the intellectual. Are we heading in this direction? Maybe, but Shteyngart seems to think that we’re heading there sooner rather than later.







