When 'The Moviegoer' was first published in 1961 it was a critical success in the USA and won the National Book Award in the following year. Interesting to note that Walker Percy won the award that year ahead of the other finalists which included Joseph Heller (Catch 22); J.D. Salinger (Franny and Zooey); Bernard Malumad (A New Life)and Richard Yates for
Revolutionary Road. How the wheels of time turn!
But this is not a classic that time forgot. The novel also featured in the Time Magazine list of 100 best English Language novels and, judging by the number of reviews for the novel on the Amazon dot com site, it is obvious that it still receives attention from readers on the other side of the Atlantic'
I would suggest that 'The Moviegoer' deserves better attention here in the UK even though it's setting and maybe, just at the outer edges, some of the (mildly expressed) social and racial attitudes may now seem as though they are from another time and another place. No great surprise there. The novel is set amid the fading gentility of 1950's New Orleans and it is a very polite book
Binx Bolling is a veteran of the (forgotten) Korean War. He is an affluent young stockbroker from an upper class Southern family. His thirtieth birthday is approaching and Binx Bolling's great fear is `everydayness' and he finds some sense of heightened meaning in the movies and none-too-energetic lusting after his secretaries. All very politely done, of course, because Binx Bolling is certainly no great womaniser and he is mostly drawn to his manically depressive, self-harming cousin Kate - although even this is uncertain and laden with ennui.
For Binx Bolling most things are uncertain and lack meaning but this is not a tale of premature mid-life crisis, it is a tale of wistful and humorous melancholy. There are points in the novel when everything is something that might have been but if it actually became then it would be insubstantial and insufficient for this is a wryly told story of peculiarly American, peculiarly Southern, existential angst and it is told in the first person with a disarming good humour and barely a trace of malice.
In that sense, maybe Binx Bolling is like an older Holden Caulfield in
The Catcher in the Rye so do not expect any great sweeping narrative or happenings here. `The Moviegoer' will not grab you by the throat but it will slowly seduce you. It is a novel of conversations illuminated by some jewels of description which conjure up the sense of that time in the fading and neglected elegance of the New Orleans area and some of the thoughts and feelings from the book will stay with you for longer than you expect.
A lovely gentle read that resonates with both intelligence and Southern charm.