Tom O'Toole
Parable of the "prodigal papa": Michael D. O'Brien's "The Father's Tale"
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By Tom O'Toole
February 18, 2012

    To enter into the domain into which this book takes its readers is to find oneself in the precincts of Holiness...The scrim that lies between ordinariness and That Which Lies Beyond...is pierced. -from author Thomas Howard's The Father's Tale review

    The best of Michael O'Brien's novels. He creates characters like Dickens, explores human relationships like Austen, and has the epic scope of Tolstoy and Dostoevsky...will merit inclusion in any list of the world's greatest novels. -from Fr. Joseph Fessio's TFT review

    There are no perfect parents in this world, Andrew. None. We all make our mistakes, and we leave marks and gaps in our children's lives. But we do love them — imperfect love, as all human love is. Then, when children become adults and have their own families, they begin to understand. They in turn learn the need for forgiveness. In prison I learned to forgive my own father, and saw that he needed to forgive his father. No one is exempt from this. It goes all the way back to Adam and Eve.

    You're saying that you want me to forgive you...the best father in the world?

    Yes, whenever you are ready... -from The Father's Tale
Despite the glowing book-jacket compliments, conventional wisdom says that when the average 2012 "reader" looks up (or picks up!) Catholic writer/artist extraordinaire Michael O'Brien's latest and greatest novel The Father's Tale (Ignatius Press, 2011) and discovers it has ONE THOUSAND AND SEVENTY TWO pages (not counting "Author's Notes") 99% percent of the texting, twittering masses will put it down forever, never to explore the eternal wisdom contained within. But orthodox Irish writers, whether it be the Canadian O'Brien or the American O'Toole, are too much dreamers to believe in conventions, so if O'Brien can pierce "ordinariness" and what "Lies Beyond"; bridge heaven and earth in a work of fiction, surely an O'Toole review should be able to close the gap between those who (still) read books and those who can't handle more than 150 characters. Granted, the gap between those who read and write and those who twitter and tweet is almost as great as the gap between heaven and earth, but O'Brien and O'Toole (both prodigal father's themselves) believe in the power of writing's "secret weapon," the Eucharist...

On one level, The Father's Tale is "merely" an epic re-telling of the parable of the prodigal son, but with a modern twist. Instead of waiting patiently for his son to return home, the introspective (and increasingly reclusive) bookseller Alex Graham, when confronted with the fact his Oxford-attending son Andrew has left school to join a cult, leaves his modest but comfortable Canadian existence to pursue his lost lad, only to "find" himself (literally and figuratively) on a nearly year-long journey leading half way around the world. As he does, the novel really becomes three books, turning from the prodigal son parable into a romantic love story (with a Russian heroine at that) then to a cloak and dagger spy saga (when Alex Graham is mistaken for "Agent Bell") and finally, with a surprise reversal not seen this side of "Huck Finn," back into the parable again. As with all of O'Brien's novels (but even more so in this one) you not only get drawn into the characters but you personally feel their pain; you cry when his son abandons his faith, are disappointed that the Russian relationship doesn't end in marriage, pray that Alex doesn't have to undergo torture at the hands of the Russians (or Chinese) and rejoice when the prodigal(s) return. But mostly, if you are "Catholic" (either in sacrament or spirit) you are sad when the novel ends, for you know with certainty there is not another book on earth that can take its place.

But this joyful "sadness" leads us to the reason why O'Brien is not like any other author, and why, in the days of the instant message, his "old school" message — and deliberate manner of delivering it — cannot be ignored. Taking nothing away from Dickens' memorable casts or Jane Austen's "novel" insights, a man who leaves his wife of twenty-some years and their ten children cannot write characters like this forever-faithful family man, and a devout-yet-sheltered Anglican spinster cannot explore relationships like a saintly Catholic journeyman-husband. In some ways, Dostoevsky's Orthodox epics come closest to O'Brien's Roman-tic Catholicism, but with one big exception. Given the fact that I cannot fully appreciate Dostoevsky's poetic style as Graham (and O'Brien) do since I am unable to read them in the original Russian, I still wager that the fanatical gambler Fydor never wrote a love passage comparable to this from TFT:

    Then the long courtship full of hand holding and brief, discreet kisses. The thrill of praying beside her at Mass, knowing that their souls were uniting, knowing that the reined passions would be released on the wedding night, when they, like two deer maddened by love, would dance in the holy forest under skies crammed with singing stars. A great joy was hidden in their longing. He and Carol discussed it often, murmuring consolations and reminders, waiting together for the sacrament, as love deepened and deepened until it seemed there was no bottom to the reservoir. When the reservoir fountained at last, there was no holding it back; it became a river, became a flood, then spilled into the oceanic cosmos of supernatural love, natural and supernatural flowing together in potent-fertile joy. They drowned in it and were born.

    How poor were the tumbled metaphors with which he had sought to express something that was — was everything: the mystery of love. The dance of love. The sea of love. The kingdom of love. The night Jacob was conceived, the night Andrew came into existence. The countless tender moments.

    The fire that burned but did not consume, two small flames that filled the whole realm of their covenant, uniting into a single flame that was greater than the sum of its provinces. They had no need for lands, or money, or power. Their bed was consecrated and joy filled; its four posts were the quadrants of the world's compass, their quilted blankets a domain spreading from horizon to horizon.

    Prayer was the atmosphere of their kingdom. Their children were conceived in prayer and born in prayer. Carol had died praying, held in his arms and enfolded in his prayers. Birth and death had been suffused with grace. And because that was true, Alex now reminded himself, even the darkness was enfolded, even the loss and the abandonment, and the falling through the ice of the solid world into the desolation beneath (pgs. 291, 292).

In the end, the reason why the characters, relationships and love stories in O'Brien's novels are both more poignant and profound than all the others is quite simple. This humble Canadian, who spends a good deal of his existence in front of the Blessed Sacrament, is the first author to create truly Eucharistic characters. Although Ralph McInerny's characters (especially Father Dowling) hinted at it, and Bud Mcfarlane Jr.'s fiction approached this threshold before he abruptly abandoned the literary scene, only O'Brien's creations (through the intercession of Mary) bare, as Graham did preparing to meet suffering (and maybe martyrdom) a truly Eucharistic soul:

    Alex lay back and let the Presence radiate from the center of his chest to every soul of his body. As he was enveloped by the sweet burning in his heart, all fear departed. His thanksgiving was wordless and clear. Drifting deeper into the state of inner rest...he sensed his prayer was rising into the chorus of praises from the countless martyrs of China and their angels and was joining the pleas of all the Communion of Saints [including] the greatest one, the Lady crowned with twelve stars (pg. 982).

Because of this Eucharistic Presence, O'Brien's themes, such as TFT's insistence that not only must fathers forgive wayward sons, but wayward sons must forgive imperfect fathers, rise above the level of insight to revelation, and his novels ascend from the level of "worthwhile" to salvific. But as eternally epic as O'Brien's latest may be, I still have one bone to pick...

As stated earlier in this review, I was disappointed that the romantic relationship between Alex Graham and the generous-but-agnostic Irina Filippovna didn't blossom, but I reluctantly trusted the author's insight that her continued refusal to embrace Christ spelled its doom. Apparently, O'Brien had something better in store for the widower Graham all along, for when finally Alex returns home, a new mate for the renewed bookseller begins to emerge...on the very LAST PAGE of the novel! Even for an Irishman, this extreme amount of romantic teasing is completely unacceptable, and to paraphrase Cardinal Francis George's criticism of Barack Obama's sleight-of-hand slight of the Catholic conscience with his heathen healthcare plan, I cannot and will not stand for it!

For the good of all the new fans this review has brought you, I hereby order my Canadian friend back to his computer to write a follow-up novel, where we find out how Alex and his new wife fight against the returning president, or the secretive Mormon, or (hopefully) joins forces with Bella and her proud Pennsylvania papa, whatever the case may be. On the other hand, we have a few months before we find out how this story all turns out, so I guess your best move right now is to spend (even) more prayer time in front of the Eucharist. Something tells me, Michael, that the United States (and the whole world) is going to need it.

P.S. Although I went "old school" and read A Father's Tale from an actual book (I renewed it from the library twice!) I'd like to thank Kevin O'Brien (no relation) for sending me the complete version of TFT on tape. If tapes are a better option for you to hear this "tale," please contact Kevin at 1-888-840-WORD or through his Theater of the Word website or facebook.

© Tom O'Toole

 

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Tom O'Toole

Thomas Augustine O'Toole was born in Chicago and grew up in a devout Catholic family with five brothers and two sisters. He was the sports editor of Notre Dame's Scholastic magazine, where his story "Reflections on the Game" won the award for Best Sports Feature for the Indiana Collegiate Press Association... (more)

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