Trance: A Novel (Hardcover)

~ Christopher Sorrentino (Author) "HERE'S A RED AND white VW van, parked and baking in the sun on this clear and warm May day, and the young woman seated..." (more)
Key Phrases: fascist insect, second safe house, Lionel Congreaves, Guy Mock, New York (more...)

Editorial Reviews

From Publishers Weekly

In much the same manner that Don DeLillo's Libra reimagined the Kennedy assassination, Sorrentino (Sound on Sound) deftly blends history and fiction to make the Symbionese Liberation Army's 1974 kidnapping of heiress Patty Hearst as strange, shocking, banal and goofy as it was when it first hit TV. Loosely following actual events, the story of Hearst's abduction (she took the terror name of "Tania," used throughout the book) spills forth in fits and starts, staying mostly faithful to actual characters and events (including the infamous gunshots Hearst fired outside an L.A. sporting goods store), while slipping in and out of the points of view of literally dozens of players. Through the cut-and-paste panoply of perspectives—from SLA leader Cinque Mtube (né Donald DeFreeze) to Tania's father, here called Hank Galton—Sorrentino offers a moving critique, in a way, of how violent, Baader Meinhof–style radicalism failed through its very fierce, postmodern diffuseness. But the formal conceit of mirroring the group's marginalization and disarray within a malfunctioning larger culture doesn't fully come off; the book gets bogged down in competing points of view. Still, Trance is a tour de force, announcing a mature and ambitious talent, one that goes a long way toward capturing the weirdness and stoned fervor of a vital, still-undigested and heavily televised piece of recent American history. (July)
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From The Washington Post

Trance is a panoramic, documentary-style novel based on the final months of Patty Hearst's tenure in the Symbionese Liberation Army. Christopher Sorrentino is most interested in capturing the 1970s zeitgeist, and his obsessive narrative eye rambles almost haphazardly after one character, then another, like an extended Robert Altman opening shot that covers 500 pages.

It is, at times, a compelling piece of work. Sorrentino is best at capturing the inbred logic of the radical revolutionary cell and their members' instinctual mistrust -- even hatred -- of the individual human heart. For example, here is Sorrentino following a heartbroken Tania (a stand-in for Patty) after she watched on TV as half of the SLA was incinerated in a massive firefight:

"They killed them. They killed him. They killed her. She crawls on hands and knees to the bathroom, closes the door with her shoulder, and then wedges her upper body in the space between the tub and the toilet, feeling the cool of the porcelain and tile against her skin. . . . She will never see Cujo again [her SLA captor and lover]. They've taken him. She will not know this grief again until she repudiates him in open court. But that is twenty-one months away. . . . Yolanda starts banging on the door.

" 'Come out here, Tania!' she says peevishly. 'You're not being very respectful of our fallen comrades!' "

Over hundreds of pages, Tania becomes a symbol of the 1970s (will she or won't she disown the social revolution?). But sadly, no rounded, living, breathing Tania, no literary reincarnation of a flesh-and-blood Patty Hearst emerges in the novel. There's no explanation of how her change from preppy to revolutionary occurred.

Here we are in Tania's mind while on the run early in the novel:

"Three nights at the Cosmic Age. Every minute, all thirty-seven hundred of them, meaningless, each a sort of obstacle to be overcome by the habit of being. First you put one foot down. Then you put the other in front of it. . . . Her job is to stay in the room. Just another face in an upstairs window, she parts the drapes to survey the parking lot, the cars rolling in and out. Vacationers, deliberately insulated from the news, arrive wide-eyed, like refugees from the road, the desert's affectless serenity."

The only fresh snippet here is Tania parting the drapes to look out. All the rest is the author's philosophical voice intoning rather flatly. Did the words "habit of being" or the "desert's affectless serenity" ever really cross this girl's mind?

Instead of revealing Tania, Trance shadows various players involved tangentially in the final acts of the SLA drama. When the characters are worthy of this extended attention, the novel works, even if you're wondering what Tania and her SLA pals are up to as you head to Manhattan with, say, writer/hustler Guy Mock, who's pitching a book based on his ties to the SLA. (Actually, these pages provide some needed comic relief and cut through the radical inertia that pervades the novel.)

Strangely, if remaining in the reader's mind is the definition of a well-drawn character, and even though she only has a bit role, Lydia Galton (Tania's mother) steals the show from her daughter toward the end of the book. Here is a scene between Guy Mock, Lydia Galton and Hank Galton (Mr. Hearst):

"[GUY:] 'More information has come to light.'

"[LYDIA:] 'And what would you like in exchange for this information?'

"[HANK:] 'Lydia. Guy freely offered information to us last time.'

"[LYDIA:] 'Isn't that how pushers work? The first time's always free?'

"[HANK:] 'Apparently you know more about that than I.'

"Guy gazes wistfully at the icy dregs in the bottom of his glass.

"Lydia says, 'Oh, don't pretend to be embarrassed. You don't have to put on a phony display of discomfiture.' "

Such tightness, such icy interplay, shows Sorrentino's possibilities. But something is wrong if Tania's mother is more interesting than Tania. Amazing facts and compulsive observations hide the reality that the novelist only infrequently connects with his characters' hearts. After half the SLA dies in the shoot-out with police early in this book, Sorrentino takes four full pages in the section titled "Threnody" to address Tania's father directly, giving him a guided tour of the autopsy room with such sentences as: "Would you have guessed, Mr. Galton, that burned corpses possessed so many specific traits . . . ? Were you surprised to learn . . . that even the most badly burned corpses routinely present with organs that are more or less intact? That the fluid level in the organs and body cavities prevents total incineration?" Mr. Galton thinks he has just lost his child; why not use these four pages to explore his affections rather than drag us through the scientific and repellant minutiae of the autopsy room?

In the end, this is a case of the novelist as a trendy but rather chilly genius, more impressed with his own voice than the humanity of his characters.

Reviewed by Tom Paine
Copyright 2005, The Washington Post Co. All Rights Reserved.

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Product Details

• Hardcover: 528 pages
• Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux; 1st edition (June 16, 2005)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0374278644
• ISBN-13: 978-0374278649
• Product Dimensions: 9.1 x 6.2 x 1.7 inches
• Shipping Weight: 1.8 pounds
• Average Customer Review: 4.1 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (13 customer reviews)
• Amazon.com Sales Rank: #1,032,155 in Books (See Bestsellers in Books)

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18 of 21 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Not just another Patty Hearst book, August 11, 2005

By	KELLY LANDAU "Booksister" (Chicago) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

Calling this a book about the Patty Hearst kidnapping is like calling Moby Dick a book about life aboard a whaling ship or Gravity's Rainbow a book about rocket science. Is Trance in a league with these masterpieces? Not quite, but it is the best novel I've read this year.

The book opens with "Tania", freshly converted to the Symbionese cause, firing upon a L.A. sporting goods owner who is trying to corral her two comrades for a petty shoplifting incident. This shooting tragically leads to the deaths of the other members of the Symbionese Liberation Army in a fire fight with police and Tania and the other two survivors go underground in what is now known as "The Missing Year". As people who saw the documentary "Guerilla" know, the missing year is a big hole in the known record. Sorrentino fills that gap with creative enthusiasm and style.

Trance contains a number of scenes that make it a slightly surreal, weirdly funny, cinematic, and always gripping read, as well as being extremely intelligent and perceptive. There's an incredible shoot-out sequence in the first chapter after a long and suspenseful build up. There's an autopsy scene that brings home the reality of the death these young radicals always spoke of so easily. There are the thoughts of Tania's mother and father as they puzzle over their daughter's betrayal of them and their class. There is an exploration of how radical ideas could infect some very normal young kids from middle class backgrounds. There is a well-paced and interesting look at the methodical efforts of the FBI in finding Tania and the rest of the SLA. On this level the book is satisfying in a very straightforward way.

But there is also a very funny (and dirty) letter from a pet owner to Penthouse Forum, and anagrams, a hilarious scene where one character has a psychic divulge to him the unseen ingredients of the fast food he's been eating, two unusually knowledgable FBI agents playing a game of Boticelli during a stakeout, a scathing standup comedy routine at the old Grossingers hotel which degenerates into an absurdist riff on the Nixon presidency, a teenage boy who guiltily abuses himself to thoughts of Flip Wilson's transvestite alter-ego, Geraldine, unhinged encounters with Sara Jane Moore (who tried to kill Jerry Ford and was also involved with the SLA). In always trying something new, Trance is mapping imaginative terrain as much as it is historical.

This is a perfect book for the fans of writers like Don Delillo, Philip Roth, Jonathan Lethem, or David Foster Wallace.

15 of 18 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars America Revealed, in Five Hundred Pages, August 3, 2005

By	Anne Endres "SPEXRAY ANNIE" (Boston, MA) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

Trance is a vividly imagined, brilliantly written, darkly intelligent, and devastatingly satirical examination of the dissipation of 60's values and the commencement of the Me-First era of the 70's that carries forward until the present day. An epic book, Trance carries very little fat on its frame. Each sentence is packed with an unforgettably vivid image, each page shimmers with revelation. Despite what the Washington Post review reprinted here says, I found the numerous characters to be explored with depth, complexity, and occasionally surprising empathy.

Despite its length, Trance is a page-turner, too, with edge-of-the-seat scenes of suspense and the compelling detail of a police procedural. And yet this is a highly adventurous work of art as well, with its surprises (shifts in tense and point of view, highly cinematic renderings of certain scenes, entertainingly digressive set-pieces, intertextual and popcultural references, subtle typographic play) integrated into the text so expertly one hardly notices the "experimental."

At the end, the reader realizes that the story of "Patty Hearst" (Alice Galton, in this version) is a mere pretext on which Sorrentino drapes this narrative coat of many colors, a device through which he depicts and satirizes the seismic disturbances upsetting American culture during the 70's, the bankruptcy of cheap revolutionary rhetoric, the meaning and depth of identity itself.

Trance is a masterpiece, powerful and exuberant and beautiful.

11 of 14 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Big but interesting..., August 4, 2005

By	Vinay Agarwal "Vinni" (Seattle, WA USA) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

Trance - a novel that talks fact with a fiction and lot of imagination in itself. Each page in itself is filled with reading ecstasy and involves reader into it.

Trance is story about kidnapping and is narrated with perfection.