Title: The Amateurs
Author: Liz Harmer
Publisher: Alfred A. Knopf
ISBN: 9780345811240
Alethea’s Review (at age 18)
“People had always been stupid and full of hope, thought Marie. Despite their cynicism, everyone believed in magic.”
The ports have taken everyone away. The city’s last 42 people gather in an Anglican church. Marie. Rosa. Steve. Mo. They have nothing in common except the fact that they are here. They have resisted the ports’ siren call — “We will take you to wherever and whenever you desire.” And now they sit in the pews, eating a magenta-coloured stew that tastes of hot sauce. Marie waits for the day her ex-husband will come back to her. She waits, although no one has ever come back.
South of the border — or what would have been a border before six billion people left — Brandon sits in a meeting at PINA headquarters. He has been PINA’s marketing head since before its CEO, Albrecht Doors, harnessed the ports. Now there are only a thousand of them left at headquarters. The city is deserted. And he listens to Doors, wondering how to market to a population that has disappeared.
The Amateurs sounds like it should be a thrilling sci-fi saga of those the apocalypse left behind. Instead, it is a slow-moving story about the pull of desire. There are many pages where nothing happens. There are ample discussions about philosophy. There is slow, sad, useless yearning.
It’s poetic, I suppose, in that it is pretentious, unnecessarily padded and full of pretty quotes that don’t really mean anything.
And yet.
There is something real about The Amateurs.
Hidden underneath its veneer of unconvincing philosophy and ideas that go nowhere, there is something that clicks. And I can’t tell you what it is. Maybe it’s the idea of unbridled desire that decimates a willing population. Maybe it’s the conflict between destruction and growth, the baseball bat with which Rosa smashes windows. Maybe it’s the way Brandon falls in love with even the slightest hint of possibility.
Whatever it is, it forced me to finish the book. The ending is predictable and the philosophical epilogue is trite. But it stays with you.
I don’t have an explanation for the way I feel about The Amateurs. The characters are boring, despite (because of?) Liz Harmer’s attempt to make them deep and philosophical. The story is slow and confusing, skipping at random from past to present to future. None of the themes or philosophy are in any way original. It is an excruciatingly mediocre book.
But I enjoyed it. Sue me.
Buried deep underneath the layers of philosophy is something essential. It hints at the ache of desire that keeps us up at night. It touches on hope and despair and everything in between. Liz Harmer, you got something right. And I don’t have a clue what it is.
When I figure out why I liked this book, I will let you know. Until then, you might just have to read it yourself.
Warning: Drugs (marijuana), alcohol abuse, sex, the possibility of rape, divorce, miscarriages, mental illness, swearing, death, war, the apocalypse.