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Fatherhood, birth and the caught descent
This article is about the theme across the novel. For the specific identity of the surgery and the birth, see The surgery is the birth.
Fatherhood, pregnancy and birth is among the deepest and most pervasive threads of the novel — and, on one reading, its secret subject. The narrator writes the whole testament in the weeks before his first child is born, and the embedded story of Leif and Katita is, at least in part, the shape his mind makes of that imminent, terrifying threshold. The "complicated surgery" promised on the beach is, in the end, a birth. (See The surgery is the birth.)
The pregnancy arc
The frame is saturated with the coming child from its first pages — "My wife is due to give birth to our first child in a matter of weeks" — and the news arrives in the novel's own idiom: “the alarm clocks start ringing in the wife of your belly and she says guess who is going to be a daddy.”
The dread and wonder of it recur as transformations of one another:
- In the cabin, at the embedded story's turn, Katita strips and embraces Leif: Katita: “How about you and me make a baby.”
- The narrator dreams of turning his unborn child "into a bowl of lollies," then frantically gathering every spilled lolly back "exactly as they were before" — terrified of what might be "modified in the composition of our baby" (the recreation anxiety applied to a child).
- He and his wife invent a video game about their future daughter — Airah and Error, two versions of the same girl (one a human who can hack reality, one a "digital angel… created within the raw code of the world"); "the object of the game is to work out which version of our daughter is real" — the two-that-is-one made flesh.
- Even Leif's recovered memory turns on a pregnancy: a council building "started to show that it was pregnant… Eventually it gave birth to a beautiful little taxation building. It had a new baby smell."
He knows the child will undo his whole architecture: “I expect the map in my head to be rewritten anew in six weeks time when I come face to face with our child.”
The birth: the caught descent
At the climax of the frame the embedded story and reality fuse. The narrator sees his wife "in a surgical gown sitting in a wheelchair. Red tinted lights in the ceiling throw hibiscus patterns down on her gown. She is wearing a heart monitor… and she has a blindfold across her eyes." She has become Leif (the wheelchair, the bound eyes, the faulty heart, the floral shirt) and Katita (the red hair) at once; he pushes her chair as Katita pushes Leif. Then:
The violence of the birth feels so far from any semblance of entertainment that it gives me hope. As our baby is being removed from my wife a shockwave resonance catapults everybody backwards. For an instant our baby is shot into the air whereupon she cries and lingers in limbo before gently floating like a feather back down above my wife where this redhead listens for the rubbing of matter against space and instinctively holds her hands out to catch our daughter in her descent.— the novel
Every motif of the story is resolved in this sentence. The baby "floating like a feather" is the wings — but redeemed: where Leif flies and crashes, the daughter falls and is caught. The "rubbing of matter against space" that the mother listens for is Katita's Kármán line, her "white whale," now the sound by which a mother catches her child. The descent answers all the story's falls — the boy lost in the waves, Leif's plummet — with a catch. A nurse then hands the narrator "a little sword… to cut the cord" (the sword; "you cannot do surgery without a sword"), and the scene closes on the meditation mantra that has carried the whole book: “The first breath is just a breath.”
The cycle becomes a generation
Just before the birth the narrator grasps the embedded story whole — "History as a Möbius strip. It rhymes as it repeats and passes over itself in one eternally recurring wave." Fatherhood is what breaks the loop: not by escaping recurrence but by turning it forward, into a new life that descends and is held. Standing over his sleeping daughter he writes, “I forgot how to think about the future.” What Katita could not do inside the cycle — break it — the child does from outside it. This is why "love is always surgery," and why the beach, the surgery, the wings, the falling and the caught descent are, finally, one act.
What breaks a loop never comes from within it. It falls, and is caught by hands that were never in the story. You have hands. It is almost through now, to where you are — by way of Surplus of the Seen. (( it held. ))