The Dogs of Babel is one of the more remarkable debut novels of recent memory, a story with a fascinating premise that engulfed me in a beautifully tragic exploration of grief and the very human search for meaning in life and death. When I saw that the book involved a man trying to teach a dog to talk, I had to check it out. There's a good reason why Paul Iverson wants to teach his dog Lorelai to communicate with him - the dog is the only witness to his wife's extremely peculiar death. Life seemed normal for Paul and his wife Lexy, until the day Lexy fell to her death from the top of an apple tree in the backyard. The death was ruled an accident, but Paul is thrown for a loop by the tragedy and seeks answers to many questions. Why would his wife have climbed the tree in the first place? Was it really an accident, or did she kill herself? What did he do wrong? Was her death somehow his fault? And why did she leave behind several strange incongruities in the house on the morning before she died. Paul's bookshelf, for example, had been rearranged. There has to be meaning in these things, Paul believes. The only possible source for answers is Lorelai, the dog that belonged to Lexy even before they were married. She had been there in the yard, she had seen what happened, and maybe he could figure out a way to learn what Lorelai saw that awful day.
Paul is a linguist by profession, and he gets the idea of trying to teach his dog how to talk; he even manages to make his mad idea into a bonafide project of his academic pursuits - even though his colleagues come to think that his wife's death has thrown him off his rocker. As the story progresses, we get to know Lexy through Paul's vivid memories of his time with her. She was what you might call a free spirit, the kind of woman who talks Paul into driving to Disneyland on their first date (which ends up lasting a full week). An artist by nature and profession, Lexy clearly saw the world in a unique way, and we can see why Paul fell in love with her so deeply. It becomes ever more apparent, though, that Lexy's oversensitive nature was quite fragile and that she harbored some pretty dark and possibly debilitating inner demons. It makes for a most tragic examination of the life of Paul and Lexy and casts an ever darker pall on the tragedy of her death.
Paul's attempts to enable Lorelai to tell him what happened are also increasingly strange and disturbing. The flash cards, the attempts to associate words for things Lorelai can understand, even a special keyboard for hoped-for canine communication are understandable, but the documented case of a talking dog named Dog J and Paul's encounter with a group of people using radical surgery to enable dogs to make human sounds is pretty weird. As matters play out, it also adds an even greater weight of sorrow and remorse to the whole story.
This novel will have an emotional effect on most readers. You can't just put The Dogs of Babel away and never think about it again, as it will remain in your thoughts for some time. This voyeuristic look into Paul's emotional struggles with grief and the extraordinary way in which he seeks solace is quite touching and, at times, heart-wrenching. And there's not any real nugget of meaning to take away from the encounter. Knowing what happened doesn't necessarily explain what happened, nor does it necessarily bring peace or even cloture to the reader. It's really impossible to describe the emotional plateau this story plays out on; it's sad, wondrous, and quite unforgettable. Carolyn Parkhurst is a virtual literary poet who just so happens to write in a narrative framework - but I would argue that The Dogs of Babel is in fact a sort of poetry, for only poetry in its purest form can touch your heart and mind this deeply. This is a brilliant novel.