Said story is not a terribly complex one. The sins of the father result in the disintegration of the son. How many times have we heard that one before? Their commonness only makes them more important. What Banks brings to this story, I think, is that he makes it as much about the narrator as about the subject.

Yes, this element also resembles Wuthering Heights and American Pastoral. I won't measure Affliction against a classic of English literature that's also one of my favorite novels (though I think it could put up a pretty good showing), but it sure beats the hell out of Roth's insipid tome. Reading a review of American Pastoral by Harold Bloom, I was struck by his assertion that every line of the novel has a hidden meaning; I was struck most of all by its wrongness. However, I found myself thinking of that assertion while reading Affliction, and I think it applies here pretty well. There's a great exchange between the protagonist, Wade Whitehouse, and his brother, Rolfe, who also happens to be our narrator. It goes something like this:

Rolfe: "I'm just happy I wasn't afflicted by our father's violence."

Wade (laughing): "That's what you think!"

Rolfe fails to see how his cynical worldview, which casts his hometown as a pitiless and irredeemable place, has been tainted by his difficult upbringing. When I began to read the novel, I was immediately annoyed with his tone - by his seeming classism and elitism. It didn't occur to me until much later that those qualities are Rolfe's shield against his own pain. Wrestling with his love for his brother, he deprives Wade of agency and reduces him to a pure victim of every circumstance, including his family, choice of romantic partner, and place of birth. In doing so, he inadvertently reveals that his own life is lonely, so much so that the loneliness would be unbearable if it weren't purposeful. He has thrown up walls and deprived himself of relationships so he risk destroying those relationships himself. Even as Rolfe attempts to dissect the disaster of Wade's life, we witness the disaster of his own.

It's difficult to not love these two men by the time the novel ends, because Banks is wise enough to redeem its bleakness with Rolfe's tenderness and love for Wade, who might otherwise be alien and detestable. It's clear, by the time the end rolls around, that there is a decent man under Wade's skin. Every time that man shows his face, however, he's smashed back down by the world, by the rich, by the past. Even as his poor decisions pile up into criminality and cruelty, I found myself loving him more and more, until, at his lowest and meanest point, my heart broke for him.

Anyone who has ever been, or loved, a father's son, would probably feel the same way. The moves are familiar to us, like a dance we keep repeating. An old man dies. A young man gets old and starts to resemble him. More and more, looking in the mirror, I see my father staring back at me. I see my life coming to take the shape of his own in ways I could never have anticipated. He's gone, of course. But, like Rolfe at the end of Affliction, I continue.