Hat trick
Philip Roth's stunning American trilogy
by Steve Vineberg
THE HUMAN STAIN. By Philip Roth. Houghton Mifflin, 361 pages, $26.
The Human Stain is the third volume in Philip Roth's unofficial trilogy
about the most troubling and unresolvable monoliths of American life in the
second half of the 20th century. In American Pastoral the Vietnam War
gives birth to the mysterious radicalism of a middle-class teenage girl. I
Married a Communist probes the social and political climate of the McCarthy
period. The Human Stain begins as a fable for the Clinton era, about an
aging classicist at a New England college whose reputation is tarred by an
unjust accusation of racism and then by the gossip generated by his affair with
a maintenance worker half his age. But its more compelling subject is race.
Nearly a hundred pages into the narrative, Roth -- with a deftness so
triumphant that I found myself flipping back through the book to see how I
could possibly have missed the signs -- reveals that his protagonist, Coleman
Silk, is a black man who's spent his adult life passing for white. "He's set
himself up like the moon to be only half visible," observes the narrator of
Coleman's story, Roth's familiar alter ego Nathan Zuckerman.
The book is about secret lives, about the attempt to seize the ultimate freedom
and reinvent the self. In order to live as a white man, Coleman (a character
surely inspired by the black essayist Anatole Broyard, who lived for years as a
Caucasian) has to cut off all contact with the mother who adores him; to
satisfy his Jewish wife and his curious children -- each one a dangerous risk,
a toss of the dice, as there's no way to predict their skin color -- he designs
a whole new family history. His lover, Faunia Farley, a girl from a privileged
background, reinvents herself as an illiterate, a non-achiever, and buries
herself in the working class, taking refuge from the reality of a molesting
stepfather. Her ex-husband, Les, a Vietnam vet, is the one major character who
lacks the wherewithal for a metamorphosis. He can't shake off the trauma of
combat; when their children die in a fire, Faunia becomes, for him, merely a
new version of the old enemy. Roth sees the common layering of identities in
Coleman and Faunia as the force that draws them together: she is "the unlikely
intimate with whom he shares no less a spiritual than a physical
union . . . who is more like a comrade-in-arms than anyone else
on earth."
The "human stain" -- wonderful title! -- is the reason all these attempts at
reinvention are, finally, futile: something of the original always shows
through the new coat of paint. And in the case of Coleman Silk, the wordsmith
taught at his black daddy's knee to revere language, that something is a
telltale word. Not "spooks," the word he chooses to characterize two absent
undergraduates (the word that labels him as a racist when the students turn out
to be African-American), but "lily-white," the adjective he flings at the
self-righteous lawyer who begs him to end his relationship with Faunia because
of the further havoc it has wreaked on his reputation in this fishbowl
Berkshires community. "Lily-white" is an odd word for one white man to use to
insult another. It turns out to be an echo: completing the exile Coleman had
begun for himself, his older brother Walter warned him to keep his "lily-white"
face away from their mother's house. "The human stain" is also what Nathan
Zuckerman seeks vainly to escape when, rendered impotent by prostate cancer, he
becomes a rural recluse, only to be lured back to life by Coleman's overtures
of friendship. And it's the thing Coleman's detractors, worshippers in the cult
of the appropriate, can't abide about this 70-year-old man's passionate
connection with a 34-year-old campus employee.
This is a great story, its elements interwoven masterfully. But unlike
American Pastoral and I Married a Communist (and Roth's other
'90s masterpiece, Operation Shylock), it falls short, I think, of being
a great novel. The Les Farley plot, about a vet struggling with PTSD, lacks
freshness; it's the only time I can think of in a book by Roth that I felt he
was going over well-tilled ground and failing to turn up anything new. He
satirizes Delphine Roux, the émigrée Parisian academic who is
Coleman's campus nemesis, with gleeful savagery, and there are memorable minor
characters (among them Coleman's Greenwich Village mistress, Steena Palsson,
and his schoolteacher sister, Ernestine), but Faunia never comes fully to life
-- I couldn't hear a recognizable voice in either her inner monologue or her
dialogue with Coleman.
Still, it's a marvelous book, with scenes that live on in your head. Two focus
on dances: Steena's private striptease for her lover to Roy Eldridge's trumpet
solo on "The Man I Love," and a spontaneous pas de deux Coleman and Nathan
execute to Frank Sinatra's rendition of "Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered."
Even more than I Married a Communist, which reaches its emotional high
note on the friendship between a man in his '60s and his former high-school
teacher in his final days, The Human Stain is, in the finest sense, an
old man's novel. Faunia Farley and Viagra help Coleman Silk to transcend the
rigors of advancing age; Nathan Zuckerman is "danced back into life" by a new
friendship and the dynamism of his friend's tale. And Philip Roth, age 67, is
the most vital writer of American prose as it enters the new century.