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Review: 'The Way the World Works' maps Nicholson Baker's mind

The collection of essays may not cover new ground, but it's an illuminating testament to an endlessly seeking author.

By David L. Ulin, Los Angeles Times Book Critic

August 12, 2012

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The Way the World Works
Essays

Nicholson Baker
Simon & Schuster: 319 pp., $25


Nicholson Baker's new book, "The Way the World Works," is a miscellany: a collection of 34 essays originally published in magazines such as the New Yorker, McSweeney's and the American Scholar between 1996 and 2011. And yet, as Baker makes clear in the final essay, "Mowing," there is method to his madness, a shape that becomes fully apparent only with the book's closing lines. "I want to write a short book called 'The Way the World Works,'" he declares there. "I want it to be a book for children and adults, that explains everything about history, beauty, wickedness, invention, the meaning of life. … I know it isn't really simple, and I know I'll never write the book. … [But] once in a while, as on a perfect morning such as this, you'll have the rapturous illusion that everything you know adds up."

Here we see Baker's aesthetic in a nutshell: whimsical, self-reflective, always looking at the line between imagination and reality; it's an aesthetic of connection, of possibility. It helps that "Mowing" echoes, in its focus on domesticity and (yes) even lawn care, the first essay in the collection, which gives the book a kind of frame. But more important is a sense of indirection: This is a random collection, Baker is telling us, that turns out not to be so random, in much the same way as the world it seeks to explain.

Baker, to be sure, has long practiced the art of indirection. His first novel, "The Mezzanine," tells of a man buying shoelaces on his lunch break — although really, it's about much more than that. "U and I" meditates on his fascination with John Updike by relying less on research than on memory: What, Baker asks, did Updike mean to him? Perhaps my favorite of his books, 2010's "The Anthologist," offers an extended monologue by a poet with writer's block that becomes the very piece its narrator is unable to write.

What these works share is a sense that how we think, our idiosyncratic dance with both experience and memory, defines who we are. This is a key to "The Way the World Works" as well. "Curiosity is a way of ordering and indeed paring down the wildness of the world," Baker tells us, and throughout the collection, he takes us through a number of his obsessions and fascinations — family, newspapers, the fate of libraries — many of which have emerged in his writing before.

In that sense, and not unlike his first book of essays, "The Size of Thoughts" (1996), "The Way the World Works" is an act of literary cartography: Baker mapping his own mind. The essays range from a page or two in length ("Writing Wearing Earplugs," the delightful "How I Met My Wife") to extended meditations on video games, Wikipedia and the Kindle. Baker draws on a host of antecedents, giving "The Way the World Works" the feel of a commonplace book — a book, in other words, of impressions, grouped in loose categories.

There is, of course, an essay on such books, where Baker describes his habit of transcribing passages from his reading. And throughout the collection, he echoes other writers' work. "One Summer" brings to mind Joe Brainard's "I Remember," with its suite of loosely connected memories, while "String" recalls Annie Dillard's "An American Childhood" in its rhapsodic account of how a child's world expands in stages.

And yet, despite the acuity of these connections, there is something about "The Way the World Works" that feels a little scattershot. This is in the nature of collections, but if Baker mitigates that to an extent, some of the pieces here feel repetitious, negligible. Most troublesome is a glowing portrait of New Yorker editor David Remnick, for whom Baker wrote six of the essays in the book. I have no doubt that Remnick is a terrific editor, but there is something gratuitous, even fawning, about such a profile. Problematic in a different way are a series of essays on preservation — of libraries, of newspapers — not because they're insubstantial but because Baker has previously covered this territory in such depth.

What, after all, can a 1996 piece on the San Francisco Public Library selling its soul to the digital future have to tell us, when Baker explored a similar theme in his 2001 National Book Critics Circle Award-winning book "Double Fold"? Similarly, a pair of essays on pacifism, the first inspired by the passionate, and often negative, reaction to Baker's 2008 book "Human Smoke" (which argued, in part, that pacifists during World War II were right), don't do much to advance his argument, which, in any case, comes down to a simple formulation: "Pacifism at its best … is 'intensely practical.' Its primary object is the saving of life." Agree or disagree, it reads mostly like a re-iteration — or, at worst, a self-defense.

For all that, I can't help thinking this is as it should be, because in "The Way the World Works," Baker is not out to cover new ground. Rather, he is looking back, trying to find the common territory of his obsessions, the landscape where it all connects.

"I like old things because they are old — their oldness and their fragility is part of what they have to say," he writes in a paean to the daily paper. "They hold the record of the time in which they were printed, and the record of the years that have passed between that time and now." The same could be said about this book. It is not, perhaps, a volume for the uninitiated. But it is a testament to indirection — or, in other words, to the endlessly self-reflective cast of Baker's mind.

david.ulin@latimes.com