Welcome to Firmin Week.
This week, the Litblog Co-Op will be featuring discussion among LBC members about Sam Savage's taut opus. We understand that a post is in the works from the accomplished Anne Fernhald. Sam Savage himself will be popping in on Wednesday. And on Friday, we'll close out the discussion with the last of our three podcasts, featuring an interview with a disreputable figure in San Francisco who you probably shouldn't trust, as well as Mr. Savage himself, interviewed in his Madison home.
Before the conversation transpires, I must again state the question that was suggested from the get-go: is Firmin really a rat? This is, rather oddly, a question that few reviewers of this book have considered. During the LBC discussion, many members were so convinced that the titular character was a rodent. And while the book's description is convincing, the book's many clues to people that Firmin has "talked with" in the bar leaves one asking any number of questions over the narrator's identity. Is it possible that Firmin is Gregor Samsa in a new form? Perhaps this book is Kafka's quandary transposed to the middle of the 20th Century. And if this is the case, then why are we as readers so willing to believe (or, in my case, disbelieve)?