‘The Confessions of Frances Godwin’: rage in the mirror
In his latest novel, “The Confessions of Frances Godwin,” Robert Hellenga follows the story of Frances, a retired Latin teacher whose capacity for violence is tested when her daughter is attacked by her bad-boy partner.
The Washington Post
“The Confessions of Frances Godwin”
by Robert Hellenga
Bloomsbury, 303 pp., $26
The worldwide success of the “Harry Potter” series has led to a great emphasis on young-adult crossover novels in contemporary publishing. Teen wizards, warriors, werewolves and vampires have dominated publicity and sales in what seems to be a literary high school. Robert Hellenga’s immensely satisfying seventh novel, “The Confessions of Frances Godwin,” is, by contrast, an adult book — and by “adult” I don’t mean tediously pornographic.
As in Hellenga’s earlier novels (“The Sixteen Pleasures,” “Philosophy Made Simple,” “Snakewoman of Little Egypt”), the main characters are academics past middle age with a lifetime of experience, accomplishments and regrets. Frances Godwin is a Latin teacher; her husband, Paul, is a Shakespeare scholar at a small Midwestern college. Their love, nearly four decades old, is full of daily pleasures as the couple sail toward retirement.
The first confession Frances makes to the reader is that this solid, satisfying relationship began as an adulterous student-professor affair, an unpardonable betrayal of Paul’s first wife, a nice woman who’d always been kind to Frances.
The Godwin marriage is ending now. Paul is dying of lung cancer. He is no stoic as his world contracts to the length of his oxygen hose. The couple’s last months together are further blighted by enduring worry about their daughter, Stella, a failed poet who has taken up with a wholly unsuitable man. Frances understands Jimmy’s bad-boy allure. He projects “an air of menace, cocksureness. Beating you back with his eyes and his tattoos,” giving off “a kind of hum, like a sports car idling, waiting for the light to change.”
Like many battered women, Stella sticks with this hostile ex-con out of loyalty, love and fear. The Godwins ache for her, as do many aging couples who must watch passively while grown children make catastrophic decisions. But what can you do, beyond hope for the best and keep lines of communication open?
Things come to a head when Jimmy gets out of jail (again) and begins demanding money from the Godwins, threatening to take it out on Stella if they don’t comply. At Paul’s insistence, Frances changes the locks, gets a guard dog, installs a security system and buys a gun to keep by the bed.
Paul dies and Frances is adjusting to widowhood when she gets the phone call she’s always dreaded: Stella is in a hospital; Jimmy has pushed her out of a moving vehicle at 40 mph on an interstate highway exit ramp.
Frances knows where to find Jimmy, and she has that gun. With cool deliberation, she tracks him down and looks this proven, unrepentant menace in the eye with her own finger on the trigger of a .38-caliber pistol.
The sudden, irreversible finality of death is one of Hellenga’s themes, but in his earlier novels, violence came as a blow from beyond: a terrorist attack, a car wreck. This time, he follows his character into her own cold and murderous anger.
I found the result gripping and unpredictable. Like Frances, I am a little old gray-haired lady with a calm, cerebral life. Like her, I am aware of my capacity for Homeric rage when somebody hurts someone I love. But could I pull that trigger? I don’t know.
Neither does Frances until the moment comes. Then she lives with her decision.
In many ways, “The Confessions of Frances Godwin” sums up and surpasses Hellenga’s previous body of work. This is a story of maturity by maturity for maturity, written with subtlety, deep learning and wisdom.
Mary Doria Russell is the author of five novels, including “The Sparrow,” “A Thread of Grace” and “Doc.” “Epitaph” is due out in spring 2015.