I came to this novel through Steven Pinker's books. I love everything he has written and Rebecca Goldstein is his wife, a novelist and philosopher and respected academic in her own right. Sounds goods, and it certainly starts out brilliantly. Cass Seltzer is a real heart-throb (famale authors' male heroes invariably are - c/f Rhett Butler or Peter Whimsy) a thoughtful intellectual, keen on sex in a diffident, cuddly, way, notably tall, a best-selling author and accidental millionaire. I then started to get irritated by Ms Goldstein's lack of faith in the intelligence of her reader. Look, Rebecca, if a reader is willing to take on this novel, they do not need things explained to them twice. Such as Euclid's proof of the infinity of primes, Pascale's take on probability theory, or how students might write 'Toga Party' using Greek letters. If you are reading a book and you don't 'get' something, you can reread the passage, right? If the author repeats the same idea twice it is boring and patronising. Similarly, her main comic character is Cass's one time PhD tutor, a Professor called Jonas Elijah Klapper. You've probably guessed from his name that he represents the 'Claptrap' spun in many US university humanities departments; he is also meant to be very clever. Ms Goldstein has a series of characters pop up and explain both these facts to us, and then throws in a lot of the actual clap-trap for good measure. She does occasionally manage to illustrate his insights, but fewer than are needed to justify his appeal to his students. Give the devil some good lines. Somehow Dickens created conceited, boring buffoons and yet made them funny characters we want to read about. Klapper misses that level of appeal. He is meant to be unattractive and pontificating, and he is, and we are told he is. Of course, it is a measure of how good Goldstein is that I even think to compare her to Dickens, but she has this earnest, pedagogical urge, which just stops her ever reaching that magical level of humour and humanity that gives Dickensian characters soul despite their manifest human faults.
The book ends strangely. Instead of the anticipated showdown between the Klap-trappist and his ex-student (Cass makes his break for freedom with the great line, 'There is no way I'm writing a dissertation on the hermeneutics of potato kugel'), there is a surprise debate with a completely new character (Prof. Felix Fidler), who we've never heard of before. He just waltzes in at the end of the book, and has a previously unanticipated debate with Cass, and though this is the sort of set-piece philosophical match that we have been expecting (Cass thinks he 'wins'), this section seems almost disconnected to all the events and characters that have been laid down in the narrative so far.
I think if you were brought up as an orthodox Jew, or you work as an academic in a US institution, and you are American and can take this God issue seriously, you will probably find enough amusing satire in this book to keep going. For an English, ex-C of E atheist, with only a moderate interest in the US's theological navel gazing, it is not quite amusing enough.
So why a whole four stars? Goldstein writes well, she has substance and I need to keep my ammo (1 star, 2 stars) for things like 'The Lovely Bones' or 'Avatar'.