Amy
Waldman places her debut novel in the ash-filled wake of the
terrorist attacks on September 11th, 2001. The towers have
fallen, and now, a small jury has been tasked with choosing, from
thousands of anonymous submissions, a memorial to honor the lives
lost. Among the jury is Claire Burwell, the only juror to have lost a
family member in the attack.
After
much deliberation the winning design is a garden, symbolic of healing
and rebirth, but the decision becomes a controversy after it is made
public that the designer, an American named Mohammed Kahn, is labeled
a Muslim. Although he is not practicing, and in his own words an
Atheist, many of his countrymen are insulted that he would defile
sacred ground with what they see as an “Islamic Garden”.
Waldman,
a contributor for both “The New York Times” and “The Atlantic”,
has a powerful, punching, prose that seamlessly incorporates
symbolism from the real-world events of 9/11 into the lives of her
characters. Her imaginary garden, with steel trees made from the
wreckage of the Twin Towers becomes an afterthought to it's imaginary
designer, the media, as well as the public.
The
process of building the memorial becomes a microcosm of American
democracy. A thousand different interest groups fight with each other
and amidst themselves until the whole process is compromised to the
point that an innocent women loses her life. The masses, eager to use
it's collective voice, finds that it has none, and that America is
not a black a white country.
That's
democracy, finding a single resolution amongst three-hundred million
different opinions, and Waldman perhaps hints at the answer in the
title. There isn't a protagonist, or an antagonist either, but rather
just Americans, trying to do what they think is right. The rub is
that while everyone wants to memorialize the attack, nobody can agree
on how to do it.
People
say that 'everything changed after 9/11', and they are right, to an
extent. Waldman's novel is a portrait of the changing American
landscape in the twenty-first century, in which globalization and
capitalism has blurred the line between 'us' and 'them'. There aren't
any happy endings to be found in the novel, a harrowing reminder of
the reality of the events portrayed. As a work of fiction, “The
Submission” is as much a testament to 9/11 as Waldman's imaginary
garden would have been.
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