The World According to Garp: A Novel by John IrvingThe World According to Garp: A Novel by John Irving

The World According to Garp: A Novel

byJohn Irving

Paperback | November 7, 2000

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An international bestseller since its publication in 1978, The World According to Garp established John Irving as one of the most imaginative writers of his generation.

This is the life of T. S. Garp, the bastard son of Jenny Fields—a feminist leader ahead of her times. This is the life and death of a famous mother and her almost-famous son; theirs is a world of sexual extremes—even of sexual assassinations. It is a novel rich with “lunacy and sorrow”; yet the dark, violent events of the story do not undermine a comedy both ribald and robust. In more than thirty languages, in more than forty countries—with more than ten million copies in print—this novel provides almost cheerful, even hilarious evidence of its famous last line: “In the world according to Garp, we are all terminal cases.”

JOHN IRVING was born in Exeter, New Hampshire, in 1942. His first novel, Setting Free the Bears, was published in 1968, when he was twenty-six. He competed as a wrestler for twenty years, and coached wrestling until he was forty-seven. Mr. Irving has been nominated for a National Book Award three times--winning once, in 1980, for his n...
Title:The World According to Garp: A NovelFormat:PaperbackDimensions:640 pages, 8.02 × 5.19 × 1.3 inPublished:November 7, 2000Publisher:Knopf CanadaLanguage:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it My first irving novel read decades ago and it’s still going strong
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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Loved it! Another wonderful and thought-provoking read from Irving.
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Rated 2 out of 5 by from Meh Seems too long for too little punch
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Rated 4 out of 5 by from A lovely book A famous book that linked with a movie - I like John Irving's writings and felt I could not bypass this gem. Consistent with the style of typical John Irving, he is very good with details and the telling of minute tidbits of the lives of characters. The ones depicted in "The word according to Garp" are definitely memorable. I enjoyed the "details" but somehow found the story got dragged on a bit too long. Celebration of energy and life through all the events of Garp and his mother Jenny. Oh one thing: it brought tears to my eyes when I read about the public recognition and acceptance that the character Roberta Muldoon received. Spoilers not intended - a reminder to savour magic moments. A lovely book.
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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Awesome read Emotional and poignant read.
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Rated 5 out of 5 by from A wonderful story This novel has withstood the test of time as my favourite book. It covers a gamut of emotions. It will make you laugh, cry and be angry. John Irving never disappoints.
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Rated 3 out of 5 by from very good Wasn't as good as some of his other books but still a great read.
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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Brilliant!!! It's a book impossible to describe, it must be read. Garp's relationships with his mother, his children, his friends...perfection. It makes you laugh harder and cry harder than any other - what an incredible author Irving is.
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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Very good #plumreview A funny and poignant novel. Quite unique.
Date published: 2016-12-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Top Ten! Having only recently discovered this novel, it shortly became one of my all time favourite pieces of fiction. I cannot believe I had not discovered it earlier, it is a true gem. The story is rich with emotional depth and disarming levity, steeped in a beautiful story of a family legacy started by and oddball character with unique values and charms. I savoured every word, and dreaded the moment I would finish reading. This will have a permanent place in my library. It's unique structure and steady pace, kept me intrigued. I really have no words to say how valuable this piece of work is too me. If you contemplate your own mortality, are a feminist and have a good sense of humour this book may move you as well. It was years before its time.
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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love it #plumreview A favourite book from one of my favourite authors. I have read this book several times and still find something different to enjoy every time.
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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Book I first read this book almost 10 years ago. It is quirky,funny, and a bit strange, but it was one of the best books I've ever read and I still re-read it every once in awhile. Very well written!
Date published: 2016-11-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing This was my first John Irving novel and is the reason that I now have an entire shelf dedicated to him. This book is a masterpiece. Hard to get into at first, the story seems just very strange (perhaps a little too much so), but then the message starts to come through. His portrayal of our violent world through the eyes of a writer is simply incredible. This book is a jewel in literature and I can honestly say it has changed the way I look at the world. Five well-deserved stars. I would recommend it to everyone, it's a book that should absolutely be read in one's lifetime.
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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Funny Ok so The World According to Garp by John Irving is apparently sooooo popular that it was voted as one of the best 100 books of the century by readers. I also was at a baby shower and one of the ladies there said that this book was HER favorite book of ALL TIME so I grabbed it from the library. Anyways back to the book, it was funny and entertaining. The end . . . I am SURPRISED it was voted to be one of the best books or whatever. I mean, it wasn’t bad or anything, it was as I said funny, entertaining and well written and the author is very imaginative but it was not THAT amazing. So I would not like run to go buy it or anything but it’s a good read non the less.
Date published: 2010-05-26
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Shocked This book both thrilled and disgusted me to no end! It was awful but for some reason I couldn't put it down! Afterwards I was shocked to find that I had enjoyed it! Mind you, I am a huge John Irving fan and most of his books do that to me, it's the wonderful, unique style of John Irving - which is perhaps why so many love him!
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Chapter One — Boston MercyGarp's mother, Jenny Fields, was arrested in Boston in 1942 for wounding a man in a movie theater. This was shortly after the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor and people were being tolerant of soldiers, because suddenly everyone was a soldier, but Jenny Fields was quite firm in her intolerance of the behavior of men in general and soldiers in particular. In the movie theater she had to move three times, but each time the soldier moved closer to her until she was sitting against the musty wall, her view of the newsreel almost blocked by some silly colonnade, and she resolved she would not get up and move again. The soldier moved once more and sat beside her.Jenny was twenty-two. She had dropped out of college almost as soon as she'd begun, but she had finished her nursing-school program at the head of her class and se enjoyed being a nurse. She was an athletic-looking young woman who always had high color in her cheeks; she had dark, glossy hair and what her mother called a mannish way of walking (she swung her arms), and her rump and hips were so slender and hard that, from behind, she resembled a young boy. In Jenny's opinion, her breasts were too large; she thought the ostentation of her bust made her look "cheap and easy."She was nothing of the kind. In fact, she had dropped out of college when she suspected that the chief purpose of her parents' sending her to Wellesley had been to have her dated by and eventually mated to some well-bred man. The recommendation of Wellesley had come from her older brothers, who had assured her parents that Wellesley women were not thought of loosely and were considered high in marriage potential. Jenny felt that her education was merely a polite was to bide time, as if she were really a cow, being prepared only for the insertion of the device for artificial insemination.Her declared major had been English literature, but when it seemed to her that her classmates were chiefly concerned with acquiring the sophistication and poise to deal with men, she had no trouble leaving literature for nursing. She saw nursing as something that could be put into immediate practice, and its study had no ulterior motive that Jenny could see (later she wrote, in her famous autobiography, that too many nurses put themselves on display for too many doctors; but then her nursing days were over).She liked the simple, no-nonsense uniform; the blouse of the dress made less of her breasts; the shoes were comfortable, and suited to her fast pace of walking. When she was at the night desk, she could still read. She did not miss the young college men, who were sulky and disappointed if you wouldn't compromise yourself, and superior and aloof it you would. At the hospital she saw more soldiers and working boys than college men, and they were franker and less pretentious in their expectations; if you compromised yourself a little, they seemed at least grateful to see you again. Then, suddenly, everyone was a soldier — and full of the self-importance of college boys — and Jenny Fields stopped having anything to do with men."My mother," Garp wrote, "was a lone wolf."There was a popular joke among the nurses in Boston at that time, but it was not funny to Jenny Fields. The joke involved the other hospitals in Boston. The hospital Jenny worked in was Boston Mercy Hospital, which was called Boston Mercy; there was also Massachusetts General Hospital, which was called Mass General. And another hospital was the Peter Bent Brigham, which was called the Peter Bent.One day, the joke goes, a Boston cab driver had his taxi hailed by a man who staggered off the curb toward him, almost dropping to his knees in the street. The man was purple in the face with pain; he was either strangling or holding his breath, so that talking was difficult for him, and the cabby opened the door and helped him inside, where the man lay face down on the floor alongside the back seat, tucking his knees up to his chest."Hospital! Hospital!" he cried."The Peter Bent?" the cabby asked. That was the closest hospital."It's worse than bent," the man moaned. "I think Molly bit it off!"Few jokes were funny to Jenny Fields, and certainly not this one; no peter jokes for Jenny, who was staying clear of the issue. She had seen the trouble peters could get into; babies were not the worst of it. Of course she saw people who didn't want to have babies, and they were sad that they were pregnant; they shouldn't have to have babies, Jenny thought — though she mainly felt sorry for the babies who were born. She saw people who wanted to have babies, too, and they made her want to have one. One day, Jenny Fields though, she would like to have a baby — just one. But the trouble was that she wanted as little to do with a peter as possible, and nothing whatsoever to do with a man.Most peter treatment Jenny saw was done to soldiers. The U.S. Army would not begin to benefit from the discovery of penicillin until 1943, and there were many soldiers who didn't get penicillin until 1945. At Boston Mercy, in the early days of 1942, peters were usually treated with sulfa and arsenic. Sulfathiazole was for the clap — with lots of water recommended. For syphilis, in the days before penicillin, they used neoarsphenamine; Jenny Fields thought that this was the epitome of all that sex could lead to — to introduce arsenic into the human chemistry, to try to clean the chemistry up.The other peter treatment was local and also required a lot of fluid. Jenny frequently assisted with this method of disinfecting, because the patient required lots of attention at the time; sometimes, in fact, he needed to be held. It was a simple procedure that could force as much as one hundred cc's of fluid up the penis and through the surprised urethra before it all came back, but the procedure left everyone feeling a bit raw. The man who invented a device for this method of treatment was named Valentine, and his device was called the Valentine irrigator. Long after Dr. Valentine's irrigator was improved, or replaced with another irrigation device, the nurses at Boston Mercy still referred to the procedure as the Valentine treatment — an appropriate punishment for a lover, thought Jenny Fields."My mother," Garp wrote, "was not romantically inclined." When the soldier in the movie theater first started changing seats — when he made his first move on her — Jenny Fields felt that the Valentine treatment would be just the thing for him. But she didn't have an irrigator with her; it was much too large for her purse. It also required the considerable cooperation of the patient. What she did have with her was a scalpel; she carried it with her all the time. She had not stolen it from surgery, either; it was a castaway scalpel with a deep nick taken out of the point (it had probably been dropped on the floor, or in a sink) — it was no good for fine work, but it was not for fine work that Jenny wanted it.At first it had slashed up the little silk pockets of her purse. Then she found part of an old thermometer container that slipped over the head of the scalpel, capping it like a fountain pen. It was this cap she removed when the soldier moved into the seat beside her and stretched his arm along the armrest they were (absurdly) meant to share. His long hand dangled off the end of the armrest; it twitched like the flank of a horse shuddering flies away. Jenny kept her hand on the scalpel inside her purse; with her other hand, she held the purse tightly in her white lap. She was imagining that her nurse's uniform shone like a holy shield, and for some perverse reason this vermin beside her had been attracted by her light."My mother," Garp wrote, "went through her life on the lookout for purse-snatchers and snatch-snatchers."In the theater, it was not her purse that the soldier wanted. He touched her knee. Jenny spoke up fairly clearly. "Get your stinking hand off me," she said. Several people turned around."Oh, come on," the soldier moaned, and his hand shot quickly under her uniform; he found her thighs locked tightly together — he found his whole arm, from his shoulder to his wrist, suddenly sliced open like a soft melon. Jenny had cut cleanly through his insignia and his shirt, cleanly through his skin and muscles, baring his bones at the joint of his elbow. ("If I'd wanted to kill him," she told the police, later, "I'd have slit his wrist. I'm a nurse. I know how people bleed.")The soldier screamed. On his feet and falling back, he swiped at Jenny's head with his uncut arm, boxing her ear so sharply that her head sang. She pawed at him with the scalpel, removing a piece of his upper lip the approximate shape and thinness of a thumbnail. (I was not trying to slash his throat," she told the police, later. "I was trying to cut his nose off but I missed.")Crying, on all fours, the soldier groped his way to the theater aisle and headed toward the safety of the light in the lobby. Someone else in the theater was whimpering, in fright.Jenny wiped her scalpel on the movie seat, returned it to her purse, and covered the blade with the thermometer cap. Then she went to the lobby, where keen wailings could be heard and the manager was calling through the lobby doors over the dark audience, "Is there a doctor here? Please! Is someone a doctor?"Someone was a nurse, and she went to lend what assistance she could. When the soldier saw her, he fainted; it was not really from loss of blood. Jenny knew how facial wounds bled; they were deceptive. The deeper gash on his arm was of course in need of immediate attention, but the soldier was not bleeding to death. No one but Jenny seemed to know that — there was so much blood, and so much of it was on her white nurse's uniform. They quickly realized she had done it. The theater lackeys would not let her touch the fainted soldier, and someone took her purse from her. The mad nurse! The crazed slasher! Jenny Fields was calm. She thought it was only a matter of waiting for the true authorities to comprehend the situation. But the police were not very nice to her, either.

Bookclub Guide

1. In the preceding essay, John Irving writes about his frustration in trying to determine what The World According to Garp is about. He finally accepts his young son's conclusion: "The fear of death or the death of children — or of anyone you love." In your opinion, is this the most overt theme of the novel?2. Feminism comes in many flavors in the novel. The most obvious, perhaps, are Jenny Field's straightforward brand of feminism, Ellen Jamesian's embittered, victimized type, and Roberta Muldoon's nurturing, female-embracing style. But are there other characters who portray less distinct, murkier shades of feminism? What is feminism in the lives of Helen Holm, Charlotte the prostitute, Mrs. Ralph, and other women in the novel? And what does feminism mean to Garp?3. How does The World According to Garp ultimately assess the prospects of understanding between the sexes? Support your opinion with examples from the novel.4. In the novel, we read about a variety of biographers' theories on why Garp stopped writing — and what motivated him to write again — albeit for a very short-lived time. Helen agreed that Garp's collision with his own mortality brought him back to his craft. If you were the biographer of T. S. Garp, what would your theory be?5. Garp's vehemence against "political true believers" is a major force of the novel and he maintains that they are the sworn enemy of the artist. The Ellen Jamesians are a farcical portrayal of this notion. In your opinion, what is the relationship between art and politics-and is it possible for them to successfully coexist?6. After the terrible accident in which Duncan is maimed, many pages pass before Walt's death is acknowledged to the reader. And then, it is given a tragic-comedic twist; Garp announces in an Alice Fletcher-like lisp that he "mish him." What was the effect of this narrative device on you? Was the sorrow intensified or assuaged?7. The narrator's voice is ironically detached and almost flippant-even when delivering the most emotionally charged, heartbreaking moments in the novel. In what ways does the narrator contrast and play against the novel's dramatic elements? How is it similar — and different — from the voice of Garp?8. People who have read and loved The World According to Garp consistently comment on the extraordinary ability of the novel to provoke laughter and tears simultaneously. Was this your experience as well? If so, how do you think this effect is achieved?9. What is the significance of the meta-fiction — the stories within the story? How does Garp's "writing" voice compare to our perception of him as a character?10. Over the years The World According to Garp has entered the canon of literature. How do you think it is perceived now in comparison to when it was first published in the late '70s? Is the American moral center much different today than it was then? For example, despite Garp's and Helen's indiscretions, their relationship is still portrayed as loving and supportive. Do you think that today's social climate is as accepting of these kind of transgressions?11. In his afterword, John Irving admits to having been "positively ashamed of how much lust was in the book. Indeed, every character in the story who indulges his or her lust is severely punished." How do you feel about that condemnation? Is the world an arguably more precarious place because of lust?12. What do the peripheral characters contribute to the novel? Is there a common thread they share . . . Mrs. Ralph, the young hippie, Dean Bodger, Ernie Holm, "Old Tinch," the Fletchers?13. The World According to Garp has been heralded as a literary masterpiece while at the same time enjoying phenomenal commercial success-a rare feat for a novel. What are the elements of high literary merit in the novel? Likewise, what aspects of the book land it squarely into the mainstream consciousness? In your opinion, how is this balance achieved?14. Have you read any other John Irving novels? If so, did you find any similarities between them in style or tone?

From Our Editors

The World According to Garp is a comic and compassionate coming-of-age novel that established John Irving as one of the most imaginative writers of his generation. A worldwide bestseller since its publication in 1978, Irving's classic is filled with stories inside stories about the life and times of T. S. Garp, novelist and bastard son of Jenny Fields - a feminist leader ahead of her time. Beyond that, The World According to Garp virtually defies synopsis.

Editorial Reviews

PRAISE FOR JOHN IRVING AND THE WORLD ACCORDING TO GARP:INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLER“One of the greatest writers of our time. It is impossible to imagine the American—or international—literary landscape without John Irving.” —TIME“John Irving’s body of work creates worlds that allow the reader to explore the contradictions of twisted morality, the consequences of suspicions of the other, the absurdities of pride and ignorance, and the tragedy of a lack of sympathy and empathy for our fellow humans: characteristics that make peace unreachable. Through books—especially Irving’s books—readers learn to understand and identify with people who are different from themselves.” —Sharon Rab, founder and chair of the Dayton Literary Peace Prize Foundation (prize citation)“It delighted me. A large talent announces itself on practically every page.” —Mordecai Richler“[Irving] offers . . . a faith in patient storytelling and the conviction that narrative hunger is part of our essence.” —Carol Shields“A wonderful novel, full of energy and art.” —The Washington Post“Nothing in contemporary fiction matches it. . . . Irving's blend of gravity and play is unique, audacious, almost blasphemous. . . . Brilliant, funny, and consistently wise; a work of vast talent.” —The New Republic“The most powerful and profound novel about women written by a man in our generation. . . . A marvelous, important, permanent novel by a serious artist of remarkable powers.” —Chicago Sun-Times“Irving’s brilliance rests in his ability to make the odd eventually seem ordinary, the wounded no different than the rest of us. There is sorrow, but there is also deep satisfaction.” —Winnipeg Free Press “There is simply no one else who writes like he does.” —Edmonton Journal “There is something of Byron about John Irving.” —Robertson Davies“Irving is a hero of late twentieth-century fiction: The World According to Garp (1978), The Cider House Rules (1985) and A Prayer for Owen Meany (1989) are exemplars of Irving’s blend of realist magic and storytelling brio, peopled with characters who leap off the page. The fabulist elements in those books link them back to an older, mythic narrative tradition; Irving’s passions shed light on some dark corners of the American psyche.” —Financial Times