Freddy and Fredericka will ascend the English throne only if they reacquire the American colonies and become noble spirits in an ignoble age.
Helprin's latest work, an extraordinarily funny allegory of a most peculiar British royal family, is immensely mocking of contemporary monarchy and yet deeply sympathetic to the individuals caught in its lonely absurdities.
Freddy is the Prince of Wales, Fredericka his troublesome wife. An overeducated, bumbling anachronism, Freddy commits one glorious gaffe after another, for which he is massacred daily in the British press. Golden-haired Fredericka, frivolous and empty headed, is particularly fond of wearing spectacular clothing with revealing necklines. Because of the epic public relations disasters caused by these wayward heirs to the throne, they are sent, in a little-known ancient tradition, on a quest to colonize a strange and barbarous land: America.
In a tour (de force) of the United States, they are parachuted into the gleaming hell of industrial New Jersey and make their way across the country--riding freight trains, washing dishes, stealing art, gliding down the Mississippi, impersonating dentists, fighting forest fires, and becoming ineluctably enmeshed in the madness of a presidential campaign. Amid the collisions of their royal assumptions with their life on the road, they rise to their full potential, gain the dignity and humility required of great monarchs and good people, and learn to love each other.
There is nothing quite like it. Helprin is a lyrical writer whose graceful prose is studded with profound truths and insights. Devoted readers know him for his deeply sad stories that are yet uplifting in their conviction of the goodness and resilience of the human spirit. In what seems like a radical departure of form (as if de Tocqueville had been rewritten by Mark Twain with a deep bow to Harpo Marx), this brilliantly refashioned fairy tale is a magnificently funny farce. But behind the laughter Helprin speaks of leaps of faith and second chances, courage and the primacy of love. He leaves us with the final impression that someone has shouted successfully past the cynicism of our postmodern age in behalf of honor, beauty, nobility, and dreams that come true.
Mark Helprin's picaresque romp, Freddy and Fredericka, begins with a secret rite on a Scottish hillside: the Prince of Wales, poised in his crisp field uniform, urges a falcon named Craig-Vyvyan to fly from his arm. The latest in a line of royal falcons with the ability to discern true kings and queens, Craig-Vyvyan sniffs the air, sizes up the bewildered heir to the throne, and refuses to budge. The falcon knows he isn't king-material, and so does the falconer, and so, in his heart of heart's, does the Prince of Wales. From this promising opening, Helprin spins a tale that ricochets in tone between the silliness of The Naked Gun movies and the gravity of a Wesleyan sermon. To prove their worth and prepare them to rule, the Prince and Princess of Wales--loose caricatures of Charles and Diana--are parachuted naked into New Jersey by night and ordered to reconquer America for Britain.
Helprin's theme is nobility--acquired, as well as innate. He puts the spoiled but well-meaning Prince and Princess through a series of farcical trials before they reach the startling conclusion that clean living, hard work, and humility will bring out the best in them. The "funny" parts of Freddy and Fredericka would have benefited from vigorous pruning--the book itself is too long--but there are stirring passages on love and duty sprinkled among the gags and loopy names, and some spectacular landscape descriptions--covert portraits of the force that drives the green fuse through the flower and gives the House of Windsor its curious destiny.
--Regina Marler
Though it is hard to be a king, it is harder yet to become one," begins this wildly imaginative, adventure-filled, clever—and also overlong and self-indulgent—parody of a future king and queen of England, who are dead ringers for Charles and Diana. Freddy lacks the charisma and royal presence that would qualify him for kingship (in spite of his intelligence and book smarts), so he and his gorgeous but dumb wife, Fredericka, are packed off to a savage land—America—where Freddy must fulfill a mysterious quest in order to achieve his destiny. Helprin (The Pacific and Other Stories, etc.) plays out his zany plot on a grand scale, attempting a satiric critique of modern English and American society. The narrative is loaded with witty philosophical asides about the folly of human nature and of the governments people elect or endure. When the dorky prince and his ditsy wife arrive incognito in America, parachuting naked into New Jersey, they embark on a series of screwball adventures that take them from coast to coast. Most momentously, Freddy finds himself a secret adviser to an egregiously stupid presidential candidate. Rarely does the narrative shimmer with the lyricism that distinguishes Helprin's best work, but readers can have fun with this book, which is probably all Helprin intended.
Helprin generates a delectable tension between his impeccable style and unbridled imagination in tales that careen from precise realism to exalted romantic fantasy. His first novel in a decade, following the sumptuous The Pacific and Other Stories [BKL O 1 04], is a satirical, picaresque romp that makes shrewd, gleeful fun of the British monarchy and the American presidential campaign. Freddy, the Prince of Wales, is an outdoorsy, erudite, large-eared, and well-meaning man, but he is also hapless, falling repeatedly into ludicrous situations that delight the rapacious press and give fits to his mother the queen and his eccentric father. And Fredericka, Freddy's blond, buxom, camera-loving, seemingly vapid wife, doesn't help. Finally, after a series of vaudevillian mishaps, Freddy and Fredericka are sent incognito to America to redeem themselves. Their mission impossible? Reconquer the colony. After parachuting into the industrial wasteland of New Jersey and stealing a motorcycle from a Hell's Angel, the two intrepid royals, a bit worse for wear, head west, riding freight trains, posing as dentists, and serving as forest fire lookouts until Freddy very nearly secures a cabinet position. Replete with slapstick and hilarious linguistic misunderstandings, this intermittently verbose yet irresistibly mischievous fable draws freely on Don Quixote, Mark Twain, Monty Python, and Jerzy Kosinski's Being There, yet is in the end pure Helprin in its narrative agility and celebration of nature's glory and human kindness, courage, and love.
Donna Seaman
A thinly veiled satire of Prince Charles and Princess Diana, pre-divorce-his serious mien and protruding ears, her horsey sex appeal-turns into a comic adventure when the eponymous royal couple are sent on a secret mission to conquer the United States, where they plunge in and out of such ludicrous scrapes as knocking out each other’s front teeth and surviving a raging wildfire. The narrative often feels burdened by its subplots, including a nefarious attempt by press barons to dethrone the royal couple, and Helprin has a distracting tendency to throw in gossipy asides about real personages, such as Bill Gates. But the sentimental pieties familiar from Helprin’s previous work-his strapping, athletic hero and heroine rhapsodize about the values of hard work and finding oneself-are here made more palatable by the absurd context. Abbott and Costello’s "Who’s on First?" perhaps wields too overt an influence, but at its best the novel achieves genuine lightness.
The cover of Mark Helprin's massive Freddy and Fredericka calls it "a novel." Like nearly everything else about Helprin's latest offering, this turns out to be facetious.
In his best works -- Refiner's Fire (1977), A Soldier of the Great War (1991) and, probably most of all, Winter's Tale (1983) -- Helprin has defied categorization and woven visions from equal parts of fantasy and realism. These books best define the wide range of Helprin's universe. Refiner's Fire and A Soldier of the Great War drew, in part, from his experiences in the military (particularly stints in the Israeli army and air force), and his much-loved Winter's Tale is Herbert Asbury's ferocious The Gangs of New York brilliantly reconceived as a rough fairy tale. But in Freddy and Fredericka, Helprin's instincts have jumped the track, and he has given in to whimsy.
The title characters are the prince of Wales and his wife, reduced by the modern age to tabloid fodder for the British press. A secret society devoted to restoring the monarchy to power sends them on a mission to reconquer America; they are dropped by parachute into New Jersey as a prelude to getting involved in the presidential race. . . . Stop me if you've heard this one before.
At first glance, Freddy and Fredericka seems to be a satire of the British royal family, but nothing in it is as ludicrous as the antics of the real royals. The second half of the book appears to be a send-up of American politics, but it is broad and toothless -- surprisingly so for a writer as well known for his stinging editorials in the Wall Street Journal as for his fiction.
Several characters are given cartoon names that identify their function in the plot -- the prince serves a sexual apprenticeship to Lady Phoebe Boylingehotte, the leader of the Labour Party is Mr. Apehand -- and numerous others, such as Doctor Popcorn, Canal Diggeridoo and Lord Piggleswade, have names that might yield some hidden meaning to a reader more astute than I. Helprin strains for a manic effect halfway between Monty Python and Voltaire, the Marx Brothers and Swift, but the punch lines to several long dialogues are heavy, web-footed clunkers that are bafflingly unwitty. "Have you ever read an Italian newspaper?" someone asks. "I imagine it's like being on drugs." And, "I sometimes get presidents and famous accountants mixed up." And, "A man never rises to greater heights than when he does not know where he is going." The point of these and many other jokes is as elusive as a French symbolist poem; one wishes an editor, a friend, somebody, had been there during the writing of this book to ask Helprin exactly what he meant.
Lines that can be understood are apparently intended to let us know that the book's author is educated:
" 'There are a lot of discos in Prague. I've been to them. I may have danced with Kafka.'
" 'Probably not: he was a bit of a bug.' "
And, " 'I'm working' "
" 'On what?' "
" 'Gibbon.' "
" 'The monkey?' "
And, "Their mouths struck as if in a Dantean travesty of a kiss. . . ."
It's a toss-up as to who will find these jokes less funny, those who get them or those who don't.
As if to remind us that he can be a superb prose stylist, Helprin pours out sentences such as, "Three marginicidal kings have perished there. It is beyond the dissilient cliffs of pure water that cleave the great ocean and fall through infinite tunnels of mist. It is where the vast stinking body of the expired Dragon of Penrith was laid to rest, only to vapourise and disappear immediately upon contact with the white-hot ground. Oh, devils! Oh, God forsaken! Oh, darkness, stench, and flame!"
Clearly, the passage is meant to sound comically overwrought, but even on that level it is, like much of the book, overwritten. In contrast, Freddy and Fredericka stops cold, and the writing goes flat and earnest when the author seems to step in and tell us what the book is really about. "There was no way properly," reads one such passage near the end, "to credit or acknowledge the scores of millions who had fought in the name of the king. . . . Only God could so acknowledge, and, as for the king, this was the unbearable burden that would press him down for the rest of his days." If I'm not mistaken, the author is displaying an affection for the traditions of the British monarchy that would make T.S. Eliot blush.
Helprin is fond of telling interviewers that he is a traditionalist who doesn't read modern fiction, but Freddy and Fredericka is padded with enough tedious wordplay and exhausted literary conceits to fill several volumes by the authors Helprin says he doesn't read. The book never congeals as a fable, satire, farce or anything except a royal self-indulgence.
Reviewed by Allen Barra
Educated at Harvard, Princeton, and Oxford, Mark Helprin served in the Israeli Army, Israeli Air Force, and British Merchant Navy. He is the author of A Dove of the East and Other Stories, Refiner's Fire, Ellis Island and Other Stories, Winter's Tale, A Soldier of the Great War, Memoir from Antproof Case, and The Pacific and Other Stories.
Height (mm) 240 Width (mm) 165
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