All at sea in Shanghai
Olivia Cole
MY FAvoURITE WIFE by Tony Parsons HarperCollins, £17.99, pp. 374, ISBN 9780007226481 ✆ £14.39 (plus £2.45 p&p) 0870 429 6655 The conquering white male, guiltily plundering, seduced by exoticism and abundance but never quite sure that he’s not just the clueless foreigner being taken for a ride: so we have Tony Parson’s pugnacious hero Bill, clad in his designer suit. He is the ambitious corporate lawyer, billing for every hour he breathes, hoping to ‘make partner’ faster in Shanghai than in London but of course accidentally finding ‘partner’ instead in the form of the alarmingly beautiful but endearingly goofy Li Jin Jin, despite the existence of Becca and Holly, his picture-in-wallet perfect blonde family.
The half-enchanted Western writer, of course, treads a well-travelled road, but My Favourite Wife is a very knowing update. Disappointed by ‘the jewel box’ of the Shanghai skyline, Parsons has Becca, with her highlights tumbling into her Joseph Conrad, hankering after ‘the first sigh of the East on my face’. With a touch of J. G. Ballard, it’s set in a modern-day, opulent high-rise, Paradise Mansions, full of ex-pat families and ‘permanent girlfriends’, young and not so young lovers installed into a life of lonely luxury by wealthy businessmen.
As well as the tragi-comic triangle, the novel is driven by a journalist’s sense of the story. The ease with which Bill can line himself up a potential ‘second wife’ in a gilded condo is all a bit embarrassing — as shaming as the billions his firm makes representing the ethically dubious interests of massive Western companies. Like the tourists wondering if they ever get to see the real China, his hero is always the first to wonder at the validity of the plot. Is Jin Jin just a girl with distractingly good looks and no prospects and, at moments of high drama, a comic problem with tenses? Unwittingly accurate, she ‘loves him all the time’ she once tells him.
A Chinese proverb — A man with two houses loses his mind; a man with two women loses his soul — gives My Favourite Wife its epigraph. As a novelist, Tony Parsons is famously the writer who managed to make Jeremy Paxman cry, so I don’t think when reading him anyone else has to pretend to be tough. The truest, most emotionally snagging moments come as Bill teeters between faith in the extraordinariness of his lover (or even love, you could say) and a more cynical sense of their situation. He can never quite make up his mind whether her flashes of gangly awkwardness are the little flaws that make her lovable or physical reminders of the unexceptional nature of the predictable, painful mess he creates.
At its darkest, bitterest moments this book made me wonder if that proverb isn’t as much about how you can go out of your mind by having two differing interpretations of the same woman (or man) as by loving two genuinely different people. The evocation of hopelessly conflicting feelings is as apt a description for My Favourite Wife’s portrait of modern-day Shanghai as it is for its hero’s funny, sad love story.
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