I don’t know how we failed to note the 30th anniversary of What now, McBride? last year, but we did. I intend to rectify that now, here, at the beginning of 2013.
Gary Lee Davis’s first novel was released two years after the successful debut of Jack Weyland’s Charly and, like Charly, it’s a romance between a Mormon boy and sexually soiled gentile. Or, in this case, Jewess.
Can you just feel the 1982 rolling in?
While McBride is underdeveloped, it has a certain lack of pretention and purity of purpose I found charming. It runs only 99 pages and that lack of length means you shouldn’t be surprised that, by novel’s end, we still have no idea whether picking up chicks outside the LA Temple Visitors’ Center is the sort of thing Nephi McBride did all the time or why in the world Paula Cohen does or does not maintain almost any opinion she does or does not maintain. Because character development and logically proceeding plot are not what this book is about; it’s not about Paula’s conversion or the absurd addition of an abortion subplot. What it’s about is jokes. Continue reading “What now, McBride?”