“Don’t you ever wonder what happens in between the frames? What happens in that dark line that separates one frozen moment from the next?”
The Wrong Story is about a cartoonist who falls from a roof and is left with partial amnesia and a growing inability to distinguish between real and imaginary events. His characters assume a grimy reality while the lives of his family and friends appear ever more unreal. It is a story about the borderlands between imagination and the real world, the desire for self-determination and the obligations on a responsible creator. But mostly it’s about a man who falls off a roof and wants to know why – was it an accident, did he jump, or was he pushed?
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The Wrong Story is not just lean prose the like of which Joe Wicks would envy, it’s controlled prose, prose which knows about syntax and pauses and timing. It’s choreographed without feeling artificial, and indeed its lightness and pace is what enables us to trust our narrator from page one. Everything about the foreground is crisp and fresh and modern – a multi media world in which Tweets and click bait news create an instant sense of mystery about the circumstances of Tash’s fall from the car park roof.
But what could just have been a comic novel soon becomes by turns surreal, philosophical and very, very funny. Not since Kate Atkinson have I howled out loud with laughter in the way I did as Tash finds himself trapped in his own cartoon world, exchanging barbs with Plenty the cat, a comic creation who might be the love child of Phoebe from Friends and the scary child that crawls out of the well in The Ring – complete with claws and a tail,of course. But soon the humour is tempered by Pelican who labours to express an existential angst worthy of Waiting for Godot as he murmurs that what he sees from the sky is ‘…what is not this.’ Later, Tash himself reveals his artistic fascination with ‘the black lines which separate one frame from the next,’ a luminal territory where ‘anything can happen.’
And it does.
The Wrong Story is the novel Beckett might have written had he watched Seinfeld, South Park and Curb Your Enthusiasm. Indeed, Ellis’ ruminations on time and being reminded me often of the opening scenes of McEwan’s Atonement.
The Wrong Story felt to me like a heady mix of Robert Pulcini’s American Splendor, and Pynchon’s The Crying of Lot 49. You could see Paul Giamatti playing Tash – with a lugubrious English accent, of course.”