The stranger
Maine novelist Robert Harnum has found alienation from US publishers,
but the French can't get enough of him
by Lance Tapley
Robert Harnum, a 53-year-old high-school French teacher in the Penobscot
Valley town of Brewer, Maine, would appear to have made a success of his career
as a novelist. His publisher is bringing out a book a year. Newspapers and
magazines hale his writing. The critics love him. He appears on TV talk shows
and national-network radio.
There's only one problem for Harnum -- and for you, the reader: you can't buy
his novels in this country, and all this attention is not taking place in the
United States. Bob Harnum, who writes in English, is published in France in
French translation. And the biggest press he has received has been in
French-speaking Quebec.
American publishers thus far have refused to touch him. Practically speaking,
Robert Harnum has been banned in the United States, his native land.
Why? "A Novelist Who Scares America," shouts the headline in a French magazine
about his latest book, The Last Patriot. The French and the French
Canadians tend to see American publishing's resistance as a result of the
book's perhaps-too-hot-to-handle subject -- a school shooting.
Maybe it's natural that the French would take to him. From many years of living
in France, he has in part a French point of view. For example, The Last
Patriot feeds into a prevalent French perception of the United States as a
violent, gun-obsessed country. The novel's teenage protagonist shoots up his
Maine high school with an AK-47 assault rifle.
But, in fact, kids do get shot in American classrooms. This rarely if ever
happens in France and Quebec. And the book is a lot more than a crime novel
that scandalizes the French about American society. Indeed, it has hardly any
explicit violence. Much of the action takes place in a courtroom.
The Last Patriot's French title is La dernière sentinelle,
which literally means "the last sentry" or "the last guard." After digesting
the book, the reader asks: Who is this last sentry, guard, or patriot? Could it
be this boy killer, which indeed seems to be the case? What does that
mean? The book raises profound questions. It is a philosophical novel.
The French literary world likes philosophical novels. In his recent author tour
of Quebec for Patriot he appeared on a Montreal TV talk show, all the
newspapers and the CBC radio network interviewed him, and he was feted at
bookstore signings. "This wasn't a novel they were talking to me about. It was
reality," he says. The deep, hard reality, that is, of a violent American
society.
So why can't such a philosophical novel with an important subject get published
in this country? Because, Harnum believes, American publishers have "this
erroneous idea that we're still so immature we can't face serious stuff, that
we only want to be entertained."
Although the Quebec press looked at him as a literary novelist, and although he
has gotten serious attention in France, he feels he has to struggle for more
recognition in the French world, too. To his chagrin, some journalists in
France consider him a writer of thrillers. French readers tend to be loyal to
publishers' imprints or collections, and his publisher, Hachette, France's
largest, has placed him in Editions du Masque, which is synonymous with
mysteries.
He was put into this pigeonhole because his first novel, When Lions
Feed, is a murder mystery. "Although it's much more than that," Harnum
says. Like all his books, it is set in Maine -- the cover has a reproduction of
Andrew Wyeth's famous Christina's World painting. Le festin des lions
sold out its initial printing of 4000 "without any particular promotional
effort," says his editor in Paris, Hélène Almaric.
His next novel, out this fall (he's in France right now "correcting" the
translation into French), is entitled Fin de Siècle. In addition
to Maine, the book has French and North African settings. This volume
originally had been scheduled to appear before The Last Patriot, but the
killings at Columbine High School in Colorado last year convinced Hachette
opportunistically to rush Patriot out first. Next year he expects
Hachette to publish An American Rhapsody, which he describes as a parody
of a contemporary novel.
THE LAST PATRIOT strikes a particularly French chord because it is, in
effect, an updating of The Stranger by Nobel-prizewinner Albert Camus.
L'étranger is the most influential French piece of fiction of the
20th century and the "existentialist" novel that in this country everybody has
to read in advanced French class in high school or college.
Existentialism asserts the individual's freedom and responsibility to create
meaning for his life in an absurd society in which he is imprisoned or from
which he is alienated. Instead of the alienation in pre-World War 2 Algeria of
a young French colonial clerk, Meursault, that in The Stranger leads him
to kill an a Arab on a beach in an "absurd" gesture, The Last Patriot
shows the alienation of a 17-year-old American, a promising student and
athlete, Philip Andrew Carmichael. His alienation leads him to open fire in the
corridor of his school, killing and wounding a large number of schoolmates and
adults.
from The Last Patriot a novel by Robert Harnum
"Look," I said, "it's only so violent because I did it."
"Excuse me?" Jack said, looking out between his fingers.
"I mean think about it," I said. "It's only so violent because you know me,
and I'm the one who did it. I mean if you'd like seen it on TV or in a movie,
it wouldn't seem all that violent to you. Or at least it would for a while,
but it wouldn't last I mean. Because . . . "
"Philip," Jack said, real stern, "you better stop yourself right here."
"No listen," I said, "let me explain. I know it was violent, and it was wrong
to do. I hate seeing those people dead, I do, but it wasn't all that violent.
What about those two kids in the South, for example? I mean they ambushed a
whole school and did it on purpose. They killed and wounded a lot more than I
did. And they did it on purpose, too. And then that kid in that Christian
school, you remember? He walked down the hall when everyone was praying and
shot them all in the head. I didn't do that. So do you see what I mean? It's
only so violent because you know me, because you're here. If you were some
place else reading about it you might feel upset for a few minutes, but it
wouldn't really bother your day. You'd still go to work, you'd still have a
home and a wife and kids and stuff, because it's not close to you, it ain't you
and you see lots more violent stuff than that all the time."
Jack just stared at me. Danny too. For a long time they just stared.
"Holy shit," Danny then said, real quiet. He turned his eyes away. "Wrong
plea."
"No," Jack said, looking down at the table. "No. But at least he's answering
the question on whether we'll have him take the stand or not."
"No shit."
"And we didn't hear any of that, did we?"
"No, we didn't."
copyright 2000 by Robert Harnum.
Reprinted by permission
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