Why does Alison Bechdel title the seventh and final chapter of Fun Home "The Antihero's Journey"? What ideas does it evoke, and how do you see these manifest in the chapter (and the book as a whole)? In what sense might we view Bruce as an antihero? Would this make Alison the "hero" of her own narrative? How, in the end, does this graphic memoir frame the complex relationship between these two protagonists?
Please take 5 minutes to contemplate these questions in your Notebook.
Given her self-described “bookish” upbringing, it’s not surprising that libraries feature prominently in Alison Bechdel’s coming-of-age/coming-out narrative. Her own memoir is saturated with other books, which aren’t only referred to in passing but are fundamental structural elements of the story she tells: we view the story of the Bechdel family through the lens of Greek mythology, Marcel Proust, Oscar Wilde, James Joyce, Henry James, Collette, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Albert Camus, and a bunch of others I’m probably forgetting right now. Fun Home is a book that is very much “about” other books, and Bechdel uses other books as a way to give shape and meaning to her story. She gets this habit, in large part, from her father. The brief period of “closeness” between them, in the final years of his life, has a lot to do with the fact that Alison is now getting into reading, and Bruce clearly is thrilled at the prospect of sharing his favorite books with her, serving literally as her teacher in English class (in a coming-of-age-themed course, “Rites of Passage”), with her as the “only one in that class worth teaching” (199). It is fitting that her efforts to understand him after his death are filtered through the books he loved. She hates Ulysses when she tries to read his old copy in that winter-session course, but she’s clearly studied it very closely in the intervening years: chapter 7 of Fun Home reflects a deep critical familiarity with Joyce’s uber-modernist, antiheroic mock-epic, which is itself an extended ironic riff on Homer’s Odyssey.
Early in chapter 3 (“That Old Catastrophe”), Bechdel introduces us to Bruce’s library as a prime reflection of the artificial façade that defines him—the “art” that the constantly remodeled home represents, which prizes artifice and appearance and décor over underlying reality. She acknowledges the pretensions reflected in Bruce’s “library” right away: “For anyone but the landed gentry to refer to a room in their house as the ‘library’ might seem affected, but there really was no other word for it” (60). The illustration of the room includes labels that specify the artful décor—velvet drapes, gilt awnings (or whatever those tops of window-dressings are called), “flocked” wallpaper (not sure what “flocked” means either). The room looks like the epitome of Bruce’s “art”—ornate, lush, baroque, antique, crowded with ornament and accessory, very much a visual spectacle. Bechdel narrates the room as a kind of stage set for Bruce’s performance: “My father liked to imagine himself as a nineteenth-century aristocrat overseeing his estate from behind the leather-topped mahogany and brass second-empire desk” (60). The “library” appears to be the masterpiece of Bruce’s carefully curated illusion, a pretentious affectation that (once again) conceals an underlying reality.
But Bechdel qualifies this picture somewhat, by acknowledging that, for all its pretensions, the room is a functional library (“Where’s the atlas?” “In the Canterbury atlas rack” [61]). “Perhaps affectation can be so thoroughgoing, so authentic in its details, that it stops being pretense . . . and becomes, for all practical purposes, real” (60). Bruce is both playing a role, projecting himself as a quasi-nineteenth-century aristocrat with a library in his mansion, and actually being that role. The image is Bruce’s reality. The room is a key prop in his “country-squire routine,” which involves “edifying the villagers—his more promising high school students” by lending them books by Hemingway and Fitzgerald. And she also notes that these innocent exchanges of books were often likely cover for clandestine sexual relationships (just about everything in Bruce’s life could be seen as cover for his clandestine sexual relationships), a key feature of the “act” through which he seduces his students: “Such a suspension of the imaginary in the real was, after all, my father’s stock in trade,” Bechdel narrates, as a “promising high school student” remarks, “Man, being in this room is like going back in time. What’s this shit?” (65).
The primary intertext here is The Great Gatsby, Fitzgerald’s novel about a man who reinvents himself and creates a house (an actual mansion) that reflects and projects this invented personality. Gatsby’s mansion on Long Island prominently features a library as a foundational element of his fictional origin myth, even if Jay Gatsby (not his real name) hasn’t actually read any of the books on the shelves—Bechdel alludes to the moment when a party guest marvels at the “thoroughness” and “realism” of Gatsby’s illusion because his books are “real” and not “cardboard fakes” (84). Gatsby “knew when to stop,” however—the pages in his books are not “cut” (which is how you could tell if a book had actually been read or not: pages used to be in bundles, and you’d have to “cut” the edges in order to separate the pages). Bruce’s books (most of them) have “clearly been read,” and therefore his illusion doesn’t go as deep as Gatsby’s, but nonetheless, Bruce’s library reflects “the preference of fiction to reality” (85). The library in the Bechdel home is an elaborate stage set designed to bolster Bruce’s “fictional” self, and a convenient cover for his “secret life,” his surreptitious affairs with younger men and boys. In chapter 3, it serves as a primary image for Bruce’s essential dishonesty, sexual repression, and self-evasion, hidden behind a beautiful façade.
Libraries (and a co-op bookstore) play a key role throughout Alison’s own coming-of-age/coming-out experience, and once again we see fundamental contrasts between her and her father. Bruce’s library is an affectation, window dressing, a stage set, the creation and maintenance of an illusion so thorough it becomes “real.” He uses it to push books that he values onto others, and we see him do the same thing with Alison when she’s old enough to appreciate it—a place for him to tell others what they “have to” read next. Alison’s library experience, significantly, is framed as more of a private experience of self-discovery: she describes her “realization at nineteen that I was a lesbian” as “a revelation not of the flesh, but of the mind” (74). (Technically, this scene takes place in a “co-op bookstore,” but the function is very much like a library: she stumbles upon the book herself and “borrows” it, reading it surreptitiously in the aisle.) She experiences the first “qualms” about her emergent identity at age thirteen, when she sees the word “lesbian” in the dictionary, and from there, her journey of self-discovery and self-revelation takes place almost entirely through books. First she “screw[s] up [the] courage” to buy a book called Lesbian Women at the bookstore (an initial, partial, hesitant form of public acknowledgment), and then she follows all the references in that book to find others in the school library. She finds “homosexuality” in the card catalog (you have no idea what this is, a kind of early prototype of an online book search using paper cards in alphabetical order), and then she proceeds to “ravish” a “four foot trove” of books on the subject. There’s an early kind of coming-out progression, as the initial fear and embarrassment leads to her “trolling even the public library, heedless of the risks.” This initial course of “independent reading” leads directly to the moment when she writes to her parents to declare “I am a lesbian.”
The contrasts with Bruce’s stage-set library are stark: the library for Alison is functional, practical, a source of nonfiction information rather than fiction (she reads books of interviews with lesbian women, psychology, cultural studies, history), and, most importantly, a route to self-knowledge and a public embrace of that identity. In chapter 7 (“The Antihero’s Journey”), she frames this experience as the start of an “odyssey . . . nearly as epic as the original” (203). To put a fine point on it, Bruce uses his library and fictional books to construct an elaborate façade; Alison uses the co-op bookstore and academic and public libraries in order to get to a deeper truth about herself, which she will then declare and embrace publicly. His library is private and a reflection of his personal aesthetic (concealment, decoration, artifice), while Alison’s is public, academic, scholarly. Bruce’s serves to conceal a fundamental truth about himself; Alison’s serves to reveal a fundamental truth about herself. One more way that these two can be seen as “inversions” (or negative mirror-images) of each other.
There is a sense in which, in chapter 7, we see Bruce’s library take on new potential—as a possible form of bonding and mutual understanding with his daughter. There aren’t many points in this book where I identify with Bruce, but the way he gets so “elated” while picking books off his shelf to share with his daughter is one of them. He ends up lending her the French feminist writer Collette’s memoir Earthly Paradise, in part about gay and lesbian Paris in the 1920s, which plays a key role in her “independent reading” on the subject of queer identity through the ages. Bruce, in these scenes, seems more “real,” less performative. He isn’t putting on an act for Alison, and he is only trying to “seduce” her by inspiring her mind, finding some common ground to talk about books. As you may know, I too very much enjoy sharing books that I have found interesting and revelatory with younger people—it’s really at the heart of what I do for a living. And I admit to occasionally pressing a book or movie on my kids, telling them they “have to” read or see it. It is one of the great pleasures of life to introduce someone to a book that may make a difference to them, and I remain grateful to the people who introduced me to these same books when I was younger. We see some potential for a deeper, more meaningful, and more truthful relationship between father and daughter start to emerge here—but, perhaps predictably, we see Bruce start to overdo it, getting too excited, talking at Alison about all the books he’s pressing on her, and generally driving her away into her own independent-reading course. She’s not as into Ulysses—initially—as he hopes she will be. She’s far more interested in reading about lesbian culture, and she quickly falls behind in her course. But Joyce’s novel has clearly made an impact on her, as this whole final chapter represents an extended meta-riff on Ulysses and its creative refiguring of The Odyssey. Bechdel knows Ulysses very well, now, at the time she is writing this book, and it’s as if she’s sharing these insights into “spiritual” and “consubstantial” fathers and children with Bruce posthumously, to try and come to some kind of understanding of their complex and ambiguous relationship.
I can’t help but assume Bruce would be proud of his former student.
