Rarely does a book manage to fill me
with apprehension after just one paragraph. But The Slap did it.
After just one paragraph I was prepared to hate this book. I usually
hate books that only have despicable characters in them.
Set in Melbourne, the story revolves
around a group of people related to each other by blood, friendship,
marriage. While these people are together at a barbecue, one of them
slaps a three-year old child across the face to protect his own son
from getting hit by the child. The group is then divided between
those who think that the child deserved it and those who believe that
no one should ever hit a child and that the family should press
charges.
From the description above, you would
think that the genre of this book is legal drama, or perhaps a murder
mystery, but what it really is is a character study that has mostly nothing to do with the titular slap. Divided into
chapters where each chapter follows a different character, it reveals
their secrets and dark desires. It is unrelenting in its portrayal of
these people's lack in basic morality, and it is an ugly world it
paints. There are no good people to offer redemption here, no one to
shed a light in this bleak suburban existence, just bad and less bad
people. People that are obsessed by how they look, how their lives
look, how their own needs will be satisfied. Except maybe one.
It is that person, right at the end of the story, who made me change my
perception of the book. This person would probably be judged as ”bad”
by some (hopefully a few), but in my eyes he never did anything
inexcusable. This made me wonder if some of the characters I found
horrible, narcissistic, self-absorbed would get a pass by other
readers, just like the slap was deemed horrible by some and ok by others. And, perhaps, that's exactly the point Tsiolkas is trying to
make: that we all play by our own set of rules, and as long as we
don't break any rules or are too outspoken about the ones that we
do break, our own version of immorality goes largely unnoticed by the
world around us. But morality is so bound by cultural standards that
it becomes a very relevant question, especially in this day and age, in our multicultural Western societies.
At several points in the book, for example, the adults complain of
young people not showing respect for their elders. This complaint is,
in itself, laughable, because, by all accounts, the adults in this story haven't done
much to deserve this respect – they just expect it.
An easy read, The Slap kept me
interested throughout, its depiction of some deeply flawed people
like a bad car accident that just forces you to rubberneck.
Thankfully, my fear that I would hate this book was unfounded. I
didn't love the book either. The lack of redeeming features in the
characters felt unrealistic, and that so many rotten of them would
find each other to spend time and procreate with only amplified that
feeling. But it was definitely a thought-provoking book that I would
recommend to my less-sensitive friends.
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