I finished Colson Whitehead's John Henry Days yesterday, and while it's not a perfect metaphor, the Rubik's Cube is a decent way to describe my experience with the book. The "cube" that holds the story together is the legend of John Henry, the steel-driving railroad builder who "died with a hammer in his hand, O Lord." The book also has some "solid colors" that seem to be the main storylines - a small town in West Virginia is using the release of a commemorative John Henry stamp to kick off a new John Henry Days festival; a group of PR "junketeers" is in town to cover the event for various media outlets; one of the junketeers, J. Sutter, is the closest thing to a main character in the story. There are also several chapters that give John Henry's perspective leading up to the famous contest in which he beat a steam drill (then died with his hammer in his hand).
But Whitehead keeps twisting the cube and coming up with different combinations of colors that don't, on the surface, have anything to do with the main storylines. One chapter is about a little girl who discovers the sheet music for the John Henry song but is told by her mother not to play such trash when she could be practicing her "better" piano music. Another is about a Tin Pan Alley songwriter who is trying to recall the words of the song he heard a stranger sing, so he can put it down in writing and maybe have a hit that will support his family. There are two chapters about the wife of the motel owner in the smaller of the John Henry Days towns and her superstitious obsession with ghosts. And those are only a few of the side stories in the book.
Like the Rubik's Cube and its myriad of color combinations, this story structure can be a little frustrating until you stop fighting it. It's not really that hard to keep the thread of the main storyline, since Whitehead presents chronological events leading up to the ceremony. He does, however, keep a reader sort of unsettled by revealing in the second chapter that there is a shooting at the ceremony that kills two people. I spent the rest of the book being fearful that the characters I was coming to care about (J. Sutter and Pamela Street) were going to be the two. I guess I'm a little cynical about modern authors and how they like to set up readers and avoid traditional cliches, so killing off the nicest characters in the story seemed like the kind of thing a modern author would do.
SPOILER ALERT!!! Whitehead didn't do it - at least I don't think he did. That's another similarity to the Rubik's Cube - sometimes you can never get back to the original six colors. After setting us up in the second chapter to know a shooting is going to happen, the actual shooting happens off-screen. The only way we know anything about what happened is through a conversation between two postal workers. And frustratingly, we never find out who the two specific people who were killed are, only that they were two journalists. The story ends with J. weighing an invitation to skip the ceremony and go back to New York City early with Pamela. The book ends without telling us what his final decision is. My first response after reading the final line was "WHAT? THAT'S IT?" - the literary equivalent of throwing the Rubik's Cube against the wall, ha ha.
For all its (minor) frustrations, I did enjoy the book. Once I got into the groove of the shifting stories, I liked the little vignettes of random characters interacting with the John Henry legend or song. And two of the chapters were incredibly poignant. MORE SPOILER ALERTS!!! Pamela has been struggling throughout the story with the impact of her father's obsession with John Henry, and she asks J. to come with her to bury her father's ashes in the hidden graveyard of the black workers who died building the railroad. It's a life-changing experience for her and for J., and it's very satisfying to see them moving toward a different path that is (hopefully) going to bring some meaning and richness to their lives. That's followed up immediately by a chapter in which Whitehead portrays Pamela's father as a lonely old man who has lost his family because of his obsession and who built what sounds like a pretty good museum to John Henry in his apartment - that no one comes to see. He spends his days waiting to share John Henry with people who just don't care. Sad.