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The Last Chairlift
By John Irving
Simon & Schuster: 912 pages, $38
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When I was 20, I went to Amsterdam and got entirely too high. Bumbling around a hostel lobby I picked up, almost at random, a paperback copy of John Irvingâs 1998 novel âA Widow for One Year.â Later, Iâd learn it was classic Irving, which can encompass any or all of the following: characters who wrestle or write or grow up in Exeter, N.H., or sleep with an older woman; Central Europe; complicated relationships among nontraditional families; sentiment; heartbreak; bears. Within a hundred pages, I was weeping, snapped out of my fog. All of which is to say: Maybe there are more incisively modern books, but if you want a genuinely mood-altering cry, try John Irving.
At 80, Irving is publishing his 15th novel, âThe Last Chairlift,â a multigenerational family epic full of his old tricks. On a video call from his home in Toronto, he sits in front of a wall of framed photos, along with his Oscar. Irving won it for his 1999 adaptation of his novel âThe Cider House Rules,â a book newly relevant for its painstakingly realistic depictions of abortions conducted in pre-Roe Maine. In a 2019 New York Times op-ed, Irving wrote that, when it was published in 1985, heâd had to tell complacent readers it wasnât historical fiction: ââIf you think Roe v. Wade is safe, youâre one of the reasons it isnât.ââ
Irving wears a flannel shirt, its sleeves rolled up, and glasses. His white hair is brushed back. He speaks with his hands and with a slight cough â a product, he explains, of just having gotten over COVID. âEveryone was very afraid of my getting it because Iâm 80 and I have asthma,â he says happily, in his matter-of-fact way, âand it turned out to be not much of a big deal.â Our interview has been edited for clarity and length.
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The publisherâs note on âThe Last Chairliftâ galley says this will be your last âlongâ novel. Does that mean you have your next few novels already planned?
For some time now, Iâve thought of my unwritten novels as boxcars in a train station not yet coupled to an engine. And for the last three or four novels Iâve been trying to take the longest or most difficult looking train first, so that eventually the easier looking trains are the ones that are left.
Are you confident youâll stick to the plan?
Thatâs a very civilized way to ask, âAre you kidding?â Yeah, I know. Why should anyone believe me? Iâm not promising that Iâm going to mutate before your eyes and become a novella man. But I can count the boxcars and I can count the number of major characters. Iâm six chapters into the new novel.
Did you take any time off after finishing âThe Last Chairliftâ?
I donât take time off. I used to. But from the moment I started writing screenplays I really had no in-between time. [By the way] I decided that in the time remaining, Iâm going to write novels. I like writing screenplays. Iâm glad somebody taught me how to do it. It has, I think, taught me a lot about writing novels. I donât have an ax to grind with the way the movie business works. But in the time Iâve got left, Iâd rather be writing novels.
Is there any way getting older has made you a stronger writer?
Iâm familiar with what I do best as a writer, more familiar than I used to be. I hope thereâs a lot of evident playfulness or mischief or fun in âThe Last Chairlift.â Itâs another novel that isnât a happy ending, granted, but I had a lot of fun with it. The family circumstance is surely recognizable to many of my readers. Thereâs an elusive, evasive, mysterious mother. Thereâs the missing biological father. But from that premise I like to write a very different story each time. And Iâm more â at least I feel Iâm more â relaxed telling a story. So somehow, even within the long form, even at my age â something about it is getting easier.
I feel very lucky. Iâm not feeling, at what I do, my age. I feel it in other ways. I feel it in how much more sleep I need. Iâm aware of cutting back on what I used to do as a daily workout. I feel it physically.
What does your workout look like these days?
After the third knee surgery, I canât run anymore, but I can crank up a treadmill and go uphill for a long time. I can walk three or four miles a day. I can ride a stationary bike and Iâm lifting lighter weights than I used to â lighter weights, more reps.
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Has your relationship to your critics changed over the years?
I donât know that I necessarily believe my fellow writers who say they donât read their reviews, or they donât read their bad ones. I reread the bad ones. For more reason than imaginary vengeance. Because you ought to know â you ought to listen to what it is you do that irritates some people. But in many cases I know that what irritates some people is what pleases others. When I lived in New York, every once in a while I had the good fortune to run into one of my bad reviewers at a party. And Iâve always found it interesting that whenever that happens, theyâre the ones who run out of the room.
Youâve written your longest novel at 80.
This novel is longer than âBleak House.â This novel is long. It probably would have been more fashionable if Iâd written my longest novel several novels ago. Iâm sure the sheer size of this thing is going to turn some people away. Theyâre just going to look at it and say, âOh, God, I canât do that.â [Shrug] I understand.
Iâve been thinking about âThe Cider House Rules.â In light of Roe being overturned, it feels like a very different book.
[Long sigh] I didnât write âThe Cider House Rulesâ to be quaint or historical. I wrote it as a warning. I said, âThis is what that period of time was like. When abortion was unsafe and illegal. This is what people were doing. Do you really want to go back to that time?â Everything in the novel happens only because the choice to have a child or an abortion is denied the woman.
Few Americans know their own abortion history. For more than two centuries of American history, abortion was allowed. Going back to the separatist Pilgrims landing in Plymouth, Massachusetts, in 1620 and 1621 â abortion was legal. Itâs been banned for less than a century. Weâve come a long way to go backward.
You canât look at what the Supreme Court did and not recognize that their overturning Roe is more in step with the Vatican than it is with the 1st Amendment. That part that says âmake no law respecting an establishment of religionâ â they endorsed a papal definition of right to life. From the moment of conception. Itâs staggering, really. To declare that an undeveloped fetus has more rights than a fully grown and fully developed woman. Really? Itâs an unthinkable backwardness.
Irving doubles back in this novel, going over ground he traveled before in his earlier writings, and yet the story is fresh and excellent.
You didnât have a big commercial success until your fourth novel, 1978âs âThe World According to Garp.â Do you ever wonder what your life would have been like if âGarpâ hadnât broken out?
Well, I had the writing of four books to know perfectly well how I would be living. I didnât dislike teaching English and writing. The good teachers and the good coaches in my life were the most important people in it. I took the role of being a teacher and a coach to heart. I wasnât unhappy in that life. I just was frustrated that I could only find the time to write for two hours a day and not every day. So what would my life have been like? I would have written only half as many books.
You havenât lost any of your appetite for doing the work.
I want to die with my head on my desk in the middle of a sentence. I canât think of a better way to exit.
Barshad is a writer in New York and the author of âNo One Man Should Have All That Power: How Rasputins Manipulate The World.â
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