Just finished reading From the Notebooks of Dr. Brain by Minister Faust. The novel is a hilarious send-up of the superhero genre, told in the form of a self-help book for superheroes: “When Being A Superhero Can’t Save You from Yourself – Self-Help for Today’s Hyper-Hominids.” The novel is narrated by Dr. Eva Brain-Silverman, who is leading six dysfunctional superheroes through group therapy in the wake of a fellow hero’s death. The opening paragraph gives a pretty good flavor:
You can wrap a steel I beam around your neck with your bare hands and wear it like a tie. You can swim so quickly that you can go back in time to offer Columbus correct directions to India. You can climb the outside of a building, regurgitate the ton of paper you’ve eaten, and weave a beautiful multilevel hive while not paying a cent in downtown rent.
But are you happy?
Faust not only riffs off superhero psychology to hilarious effect, he also explores a sort of alternate Marvel/DC universe that is as diverse as the real world. His racial (and gender/sexual orientation) critique of the superhero genre is brilliantly constructed – and brings a lot of laughs along the way.
At about 100 pages in, the book started to feel a bit slow to me, and I even wondered if there was really enough material for a 385-page superhero send-up. But then it quickly picked up again, and there was a series of twists and revelations that were unpredictable, engaging, and just plain fun. As the novel approaches its climax, the complex social criticism beneath the humor comes into sharp focus, and the result is nothing less than mind-blowing. My laughter and pleasure in the book slowly gave way to anger as the intensity of the larger plot became clear. Without getting into spoiler territory, the ending is unexpected, but completely apt, and it got me thinking about endings more generally. So many endings aim to leave the reader satisfied, sad, even horrified – but rarely is anger the intended reaction. Perhaps more books ought to do so; there’s no shortage of injustice for us to be angry about.
My sense is that Faust’s critique is not so much of psychology but rather a certain aspect of the individualistic, self-help culture – a paradigm that, when taken to its extreme, tends to pathologize self-sacrifice and heroism, and leaves little room for an understanding of social justice. It’s quite impressive that a book so successful in its humor is also so successful in its thought-provoking social commentary.
Faust is also brilliant at voice and dialogue – his mastery of multiple dialects reminded me of greats like Mark Twain, and that alone makes the book worth reading. Recommended for anyone who loves superheroes, social criticism, or laughing out loud.
At last! The first of my triptych reviews!
