A MEMORY OF FICTIONS (OR) JUST TIDDY-BOOM

A troubled screenwriter reflects on his origins in Gaiter’s literary novel.

Louisiana-born, Harvard-educated Jessie Vincent Grandier III comes to Los Angeles to break into screenwriting. It’s something of an adjustment; Jessie has been raised mostly among the white people on his Black father’s military bases and the upper-class, light-skinned Blacks of his Creole mother’s New Orleans family. Staying with relatives in South LA, he’s exposed to an entirely new Black community—and the culture shock is profound. Just as discombobulating is the realization that Hollywood is not filled with the semioticians of his Ivy League film classes but with businessmen who place little value on art or imagination. When he loses his job as a script reader at a television network, Jessie begins a slide into alcoholism and bitterness. As he does, his memory travels to his childhood as a military brat, the lone boy in a family of five; his failures to live up to his violent father’s standards of masculinity; his attempts, in high school and college, to excel beyond other people’s racist expectations; his relationship with his now-deceased mother, Lulene; his love of music; and the complex emotions he has regarding his own identity as a gay man. Is it too late to become the person Jessie has always wanted to be? Perhaps he is destined to become as embittered and uptight as the man he’s never wanted to emulate: his father. Gaiter’s lively prose presses against the confines of every sentence: “In case you hadn’t noticed,” he addresses the reader midway through, “somewhere along the line, between the vicious, whip-wielding nuns, and Grandier’s military fist, Jessie had developed an aversion to authority, being told what to do, and having others’ assumptions thrust upon him.” The book’s real pleasure is in this dynamic voice rather than the plot, which doesn’t develop so much as accumulate through a series of flashbacks. The text includes occasional news articles, poems, and photographs; together, these shards memorably tell the story of a man attempting to assemble the ill-fitting pieces of a life.

A distinctive, fragmentary story of an artist’s painful coming of age.