Review of Playworld by Adam Ross

The Hindu

02-05-2025

The very opening of Adam Ross's novel Playworld seduces you fatefully: 'In the fall of 1980, when I was fourteen, a friend of my parents named Naomi Shah fell in love with me. She was thirty-six, a mother of two, and married to a wealthy man. Like so many things that happened to me that year, it didn't seem strange at the time.'
Just as biting is the mother's response that comes after 20 years: 'Two decades later, when I finally told my mother — we were on Long Island, taking a walk on the beach — she stopped, stunned, and said, 'But she was such an ugly woman.'' The narrator is unruffled: 'The remark wasn't as petty as it sounds. If I was aware of it then, it neither repulsed me not affected my feelings for Naomi. It was just a thing that I took for granted, like the color of her hair.'
But the body that is laid bare and put to auction through the novel is not that of Naomi, but of the actor as a figure of precarity. It is the male actor, boy to man, who vends his ware, voice or smile or role, to get bread, school, and sex. That sounds more brutally vulgar than the complex narratives that make up this 500-page novel, but somewhere deep down, this is its truth.
Deceit and shame
The gossip, manners and role-play from the world of performance are what get Griffin, the boy-narrator, the erotic attention of his older lover for the first time when they are alone in a room in a party. As she doubles over in laughter at his anecdotes from theatre, he renews her amusement by mimicking her: 'She had the classic up-Island accent, one I could mimic on command: 'A vawhdville act, this kid is,' I said, imitating her, 'a regular prawdigy'.'
Griffin is fated to perform — for attention and a living — as that is his family inheritance and the life to which his boyhood is shackled. While he gets Naomi's interest, his father Shel revels in the attention of her rich husband, Sam. As Sam takes out Shel and his two sons, Griffin and Oren, for a spin in his oyster-gray Bentley, Shel fiddles with the car radio to bring it to the station that belts out a beer commercial in his voice. Sam is delighted to hear Shel's voice, but Shel shrugs and acts cool, secretly delighted by the rich man's appreciation. But nothing his hidden from his sons, who are mortified by the games played by their father.
The vulnerability of the actor, at once comic and tragic, animates this novel and hits me hard because of dark reasons of my own. Griffin's fate threatens to invoke my own childhood — my mother, who died young, was a theatre actress in a society that was suspicious of women who performed. But unlike Griffin in Broadway-loving New York, my line between art and life was both shape-shifting and dangerous in Calcutta, and the child-memory of the reality on and off-stage drove me to write my second novel, The Firebird (2015), from the wings and the greenrooms of theatre.
Damning reality
Griffin's vulnerability, shared with the farcical vulnerability of his father, binds me in primitive glue. But the actor's performance makes a gallery of society at large, and Playworld never lets us forget that. Much later in the novel, when Griffin is out for dinner with a girl he wants to date, along with her father, Dr. West, a pompous English teacher, and his much younger girlfriend, he suffers through West's lecture on Shakespeare's As You Like It, and on his abject failure to get 'even a rudimentary grasp of the play's rhetorical architecture'.
Is that lack of 'understanding' a damning reality for the actor, or is it his great redemption? That it leaves this question unanswered is the generous enigma of Ross's beautiful novel. By performing his role, in his innocence of any critical understanding of the play, Griffin embodies the visceral internalisation of character that shapes the actor.
But it also keeps the figure of the actor — including Griffin who pays for school with his theatrical income, and his father whose career is forever defined by what he failed to become — in the margins of a ruthlessly oligarchic society where rich people like Sam Shah have the last laugh. Their triumphal moment is the delight they take in the anti-labour politics and tax cuts for the wealthy by an incumbent Republican government, which feels eerily resonant today.
The reviewer is the author of five novels, most recently, 'The Remains of the Body' (2024).
Playworld Adam Ross Knopf ₹944 (ebook)