Wake Up Sir!, a novel by Jonathan Ames
reviewed by Aspry Jones
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Jonathon Ames’ Wake Up, Sir! tells the story of a modern-day loser. Meet Alan Blair, a neurotic with a sexual affinity for noses; a Jewish, germophobic writer who has only managed to put together one novel seven years before we meet him. Alan speaks at length, Cliff Klavin-style, about a myriad of topics, many of which he knows nothing about. A raging alcoholic, he begrudgingly lives with his aunt and uncle in Montclair, NJ, because he was recently kicked out of his New York City apartment. He doesn’t have a girlfriend, a job, or self-respect. Yes, Alan is a first-class idiot who thinks he is very smart. But the only smart thing he’d probably ever done in his entire life was use his hefty reward money from a timely lawsuit to procure the services of his detached, yet heavily useful valet, a man preposterously named Jeeves.
Alan and Jeeves decide on a hasty exit from Montclair right before his “guardians” decide to ship him off to rehab. Indecisive about where to go for a few chapters, Alan and Jeeves set up temporary shop at a Motel in Saratoga Springs. Breaking a promise made to his aunt about not drinking, Alan goes out to the local bar one night, gets wasted, and ends up getting pummeled by a giant. He is later accepted by a prestigious artists colony in upstate New York, and — black and blue for the rest of the story — off he goes with Jeeves to begin adventures with the eclectic personalities of the Rose Colony.
Smartly written and witty, Ames manages to display just about every mistake, desire, fetish, and thought celebrated and forgotten by “normal” humans through his variety of characters at the colony. The heroic, yet flawed leader Mangrove; the quirky and ludicrously gorgeous Ava; the sexually depraved Tinkle; and the mammoth visionary Hibben show us a tour-de-force in character creation and development. Backed by the drunken and hysterical stupidity of our main character, no effort was spared in the telling of many well thought out stories about the frailty of the human condition. And Jeeves — amazing Jeeves, purposefully inspired from the English comic writings, Carry On, Jeeves and Much Obliged, Jeeves — he is Ames’ Johnny-on-the-spot. With respect to Wodehouse, Ames manages to make Jeeves his own creation.
Perhaps calling Wake Up, Sir! a “life-changing experience” is be a bit of a stretch: true, it’s not the type of novel that tries to change the world, but it’s fun, courageous, symbolic, and it’s got everything you need for a nice, funny, summer read — and beyond. Ames isn’t out to exploit the weaknesses of or point fingers at the reader (see also: Lowry’s Under The Volcano). What Ames does is create an appealing screw-up who you cannot help but root for — then torture the guy until even a priest could identify with him and wrap up the story with a slam-bang ending that makes you laugh and cry at the same time. It’s got everything the modern reader could ever want.
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