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Review: Jaycee Dugard case inspires Emma Donoghue's poignant 'Room'

You'll recognize the premise of Room from several sensational news stories, including the horrific experience of Elisabeth Fritzl, the Austrian woman who was imprisoned by her incestuous father in a makeshift dungeon for 24 years, and the case of Jaycee Dugard, kidnapped in California and held for 18 years. Using these reports as grim inspiration, Emma Donoghue has invented the abduction of a 19-year-old college student, who has been kept in a soundproof garden shed for seven years.

The room has a hot plate and a sink, a toilet and a television. Her captor brings her enough food to survive, disciplines her by cutting off electricity and heat, and rapes her several times a week. This is a story I cannot imagine having any interest in reading.

Except that it's told by the woman's 5-year-old son.

Jack has lived his entire life in the 11- by 11-foot room, and his mother has devoted every moment to creating a realm for him that's safe and enchanting. Although he's preternaturally observant, he rarely sees the scary man — Old Nick — who makes his mother's bed creak at night while he's "switched off in Wardrobe." Restricted to Jack's vision, we don't see much of Old Nick either, although we overhear him tell Ma, "I don't think you appreciate how good you've got it here. . . . Plenty girls would thank their lucky stars for a setup like this."

While the story is sometimes terrifying, Donoghue consistently de-emphasizes Old Nick, a strategy that reflects Jack's limited perspective but also demonstrates that she has no intention of trafficking in the sexual charge of abduction thrillers.

Instead, the novel stays focused on Jack's elemental pleasures and unsettling questions. With the few items at her disposal, Ma has developed the pleasant routines of their day: Phys Ed and Simon Says, Orchestra and Labyrinth, Bath and Hum. "We have thousands of things to do every morning," Jack says, "like give Plant a cup of water in Sink for no spilling, then put her back on her saucer on Dresser. . . . I count one hundred cereal and waterfall the milk that's nearly the same white as the bowls, no splashing, we thank Baby Jesus."

We meet Jack on his fifth birthday, just before Easter, when his mother begins revealing to him the outlandish idea that there's a world beyond their tiny cell. "My head's going to burst from all the new things I have to believe," he says. It's like trying to explain that most of life actually takes place in the fourth dimension.

Imagine describing "skies or fireworks or islands or elevators or yo-yos" to someone who conceives of the universe as a sparsely furnished, 11-foot cube. Jack experiences a little Copernican revolution before our eyes, and it's alternately frightening and inspiring to witness, a reminder of just how much we overlook. "When I was a little kid I thought like a little kid," he says in an echo of fellow prisoner St. Paul, "but now I'm five I know everything."

We see Ma only in Jack's adoration, but clearly she's an extraordinary woman, setting aside her own anguish to nurture the joy that Jack takes in their little world. As unspeakable and bizarre as their plight is, how many new mothers have felt the anguish of Ma, trapped in a room with a small child they love but desperately need time away from? How can she broach the subject of escape without shattering Jack's perfect harmony? And how will Ma ever establish the separation that must take place for Jack to develop into his own person, to comprehend the startling fact that he's not the only other person who exists?

The Irish-born Donoghue has written eccentric, otherworldly stories before (Slammerkin is probably her best known), but Room — short-listed for the Booker Prize — should appeal to an even larger audience. Jack, not too cute, not too weirdly precocious, not a fey mouthpiece for the author's profundities, expresses a poignant mixture of wisdom, love and naivete that will make you ache to save him — whatever that would mean: delivering him to the outside world? Keeping him preserved here forever?

I haven't been ripped up like this by a novel since Kiara Brinkman's Up High in the Trees, about a little boy with Asperger's trying to grasp his mother's death. But until you finish it, beware talking about Room with anyone who might clumsily strip away the suspense that's woven through its raw wonder. You need to enter this small, harrowing place prepared only to have your own world expanded.


By Emma Donoghue

Little, Brown, 321 pages, $24.99

Review: Jaycee Dugard case inspires Emma Donoghue's poignant 'Room' 11/06/10 [Last modified: Saturday, November 6, 2010 4:30am]
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