I really enjoyed Faces in the Crowd, however, I found myself more confused than not over the course of my read. The multiple perspective changes (from the woman to Owen), the different locations (i.e. New York City and Mexico City) and the various time periods (for example, the woman’s present day compared to her young adult years) left me in a constant state of fight-or-flight, where I was trying to figure out who was the narrator and where each part transpired. I liked the role of time in the novel; the notion of the “future pluperfect” (96) tense lowkey sent me into a frenzy after remembering the hours I have spent learning conjugations. However, such a tense also tied the story from “three” perspectives together in both time (past and future) and space (New York).
I found the abrupt breaks in the woman’s and Owen’s memories of their youth quite interesting. I felt like such discontinuity almost added to the process of telling a retrospective tale, and how there may be missing parts when recollecting something that occurred x numbers of years ago. In a way, the fragmented aspect of this partially retrospective story emphasized the “unreliability” of the story: the woman and Owen are likely unreliable narrators. After realizing this, I begun taking the words I read with a grain of salt, especially since there is a plethora of missing information (as indicated by the abrupt narrative changes).
One thing I have noticed in this book and in many novels from other genres is that there is often a main cast member who enjoys writing and/or reading. For example, in Money to Burn, one of the twins somehow became a reader after his time in prison or Macabea who likes newspapers in The Hour of the Star. On that note, Faces in the Crowd really fulfilled such a literary “canon event” per say by having the women and Owen as writers and literary enthusiasts. We know that these characters are writers as they both state they are in the progress of writing a novel; similarly, we can infer that the women enjoy reading after learning about her hyper fixation on Owen’s poetry when she was in New York.
Initially, I believed that the aspect of having a “literary” main cast member was something authors do because they can’t conceptualize the fact that not everyone is like them (harsh, I know). However, I recently took some time to reconsider my thoughts, after consistently seeing this trend in literature. Perhaps, rather than just a desire to have characters that share their passions, such characters that enjoy literature are fragments of the authors themselves, allowing them to be encapsulated forever in their own creation. I think my newfound notion actually aligns extremely well with Faces in the Crowd, especially after considering the fragmented storytelling. I now leave the question to you, why do you think that many authors include characters that enjoy reading into their works?