Chances Are

Chances Are

Richard Russo (2019, Vintage Contemporaries)

      Three old friends meet for a fall weekend at Chilmark, on Martha’s Vineyard, where one of them has a house his mother used to own. It’s 2015; they are sixty-six years old, and have led very different lives. Lincoln, whose house it is, deals in commercial real estate, out in Arizona; Teddy runs a boutique academic publishing house; and Mickey is an old rock and roller.

      The three men are also indulging, individually and severally, in a bit of time travel. Specifically, they are thinking about the weekend they spent there in 1971, shortly after graduation. They’d been roommates since freshman year, and had worked together as scholarship boys at Minerva College; much of their social lives revolved around the sorority house where Lincoln and Teddy waited tables, and Mickey washed pots. That weekend, before going their separate ways, they had another friend along, a girl from the sorority house.

      Jacy was from nearby Greenwich, which set her a few rungs above the ‘hashers’ on the social ladder. All three were a little in love with her, but she was engaged to a law student from back home. The plan, as her fiancé would have it, was that they’d settle down in their home town and raise another generation in easy privilege. In the event, though, she left the island at the end of the weekend and went completely off the grid–which, if you had sufficient ready cash, was much easier to do in 1971 than it would be now.

       The sixty-six-year-old Lincoln is back on the Vineyard to see about the house, and make a decision about whether to keep it or sell it. (There’s a minor narrative hitch here: you don’t keep a house in a place like that without checking on it in person at least occasionally, which neither Lincoln nor his mother seem to have been doing. But no matter.) He’s also still curious about what happened to Jacy after she left the house that early morning forty-four years before.

      I’ll spoil the story this far: Richard Russo is not the kind of writer who would turn an alumni weekend into a police procedural. If there were a body to be found on the island, it would have turned up long since. Lincoln does have some substantial chats with the retired police chief, which, of course, he wouldn’t be doing if he had anything to do with Jacy’s disappearance. Teddy and Mickey have memories and stories of their own, and they all end the weekend with new possibilities in their lives.

      There’s an underlying theme here about determinism, which Russo handles masterfully. In what ways are we always who we were born to be, and where does chance intervene? Some things are honestly random, like the 1970 draft lottery. Other aspects of our lives may come directly from the egg, like Teddy’s pacifism, which would only be magnified when he got injured at high school basketball practice; a coach encouraged rough contact because he thought Teddy was too timid. Or perhaps it was because he actually was too timid to deck the bully the first time he got tripped. “Squinted at in this fashion...human destiny was both complex (it had a lot of moving parts) and simple (in the end, you were who you were.)”

      Lincoln is who he is; like his mother, he’s never actually won an argument with his father, simply because the old man never, ever admits that he has lost. But his mother stealthily had her influence; sending Lincoln East to Minerva was her idea, as was keeping the Chilmark property. “When his mother died, he thought maybe that would put an end to the struggle, but no. Though she might be dead and buried, she continued at odd moments to plead her posthumous case, especially here on the island, the place she’d loved most.”

      You’re always in good hands with Richard Russo. This strikes me as a fine book to take to the island, wherever yours is. Here’s wishing you a comfortable chair and a cool drink.