What better way to suggest the futility of the human experience than with a card game called Armistice? This game is not War, it is Armistice. Because, as the narrator ofThe Garden of Good and Evil Pancakes by David S. Atkinson explains, “Battles have costs. Even the winner of a battle is a loser in some way, at least most of the time.” Armistice, like life, is a game that proves there is no winning. Not even in victory.There’s no point in going over the rules of this absurd game. It’s merely a pastime, yet another vehicle for yet another conversation between three people stuck in a booth, interminably, in a diner called the Village Inn. There’s the plot of The Garden of Good and Evil Pancakes, summed up in a card game nobody can win.
The novel has moments of humor at its blackest. Take the waitress, Sherri, who has a connection problem. She literally suffers from a disease in which her body’s molecules fail to come fully into contact with the molecules of others. This disease that bars her from connecting causes her to cling. Joseph Heller himself couldn’t have played it better. “She felt desperately and tragically alone. She felt a burning need for that connection, even though she had no idea what it was… It caused her to cling, without being able to touch. As a result, she drove people away.”
But Atkinson’s premise—the threesome “Need something to pass the time since it (isn’t) moving on its own”— proves difficult to sustain over the length of a novel. They pass the time most often with conversations ranging from the offbeat to the pseudo-intellectual to the entirely artificial. And while these conversations may serve to shed light on Atkinson’s view of the human condition, the pursuit itself is entirely without purpose. This is more the stuff of philosophical treatise than riveting novel. The conversations have to grow tedious because they support a limited plot.
At the outset, for example, our time-bound ménage à trois challenge each other to describe Village Inn breakfast options as if the meals were souls stuck in Purgatory. It isn’t necessary to fully grasp every nuance of the conversation, but readers will soon see they are describing each other and each other’s shortcomings. Hint: Thomas is Eggs Benedict, scorned by reputation as a traitorous ex-boyfriend now dating his former girlfriend’s best friend; the ex-best friend is the Garden Skillet, not quite complete without Thomas (or, one can presume, any other male, regardless of whose boyfriend she steals next); and Cassandra, poor narrator, gets dished the worst as Steak and Eggs. It doesn’t sound so bad, until Kate tells Cassandra, “The eggs could never accept that her and the steak weren’t a package deal. They need to separate, let the steak move on, but the eggs can’t do that.”
It’s clever enough, but the problem with the narrative device in this instance is with the timing. It’s the opening sequence, and the story has yet to provide enough context for readers to have any connection with the characters, to understand them as individuals, let alone puzzle through who is who and how their shortcomings might be seen as breakfast fodder. However cleverly done, this opening conversation, and others like it, occurs in a vacuum. Nothing’s at stake. The characters never gain enough of a life to lift the exercise above the merely clever into something bearing purpose. What the book could use is a visit from King Solomon to solve the problem of who gets the Dachshund formerly shared by Cassandra and Thomas: threaten to cut the dog in half and see who truly loves it. Let’s have a little bloodshed. A little life. A little death.
Waiting for Godot is brilliant at about 12,000 words; The Garden of Good and Evil Pancakes is wearying at about 65,000. That no progress is made may serve a philosophical view of the human condition, but it makes for slow reading over the course of a novel. On the one hand Atkinson accomplishes an admirable feat in writing a book comparable to Beckett’s work. On the other hand, reading The Garden of Good and Evil Pancakes begins to feel similar to how Cassandra describes their game of Name-That-Purgatoried-Breakfast-Food: “It isn’t about winning. It’s about Purgatory.”
The Garden of Good and Evil Pancakes
By David S. Atkinson
EAB Publishing Company, 2014
186 pages, $11