Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Book Analysis 2: I Am the Cheese

Robert Cormier’s I Am the Cheese is technically listed as a crime novel. The book is written in parallel narratives—one a first-person account of a boy running away to visit his father, and the other written as a transcript of therapy/interrogation sessions. The story covered in the transcript grows with gripping intrigue as Adam learns that his life is nothing that he thought it was, and that he is not the person he believes he is either. The unfolding of this grand scheme of organized crime, hidden identity, and a search for justice is exciting and will extend the imagination of readers. However, more valuable is the other narrative—a smaller, simpler story of one boy’s attempt to faces daily fears and anxieties. Life is hard, and disenchantment understandable. This story emphasizes that daily challenges are often the most frightening, forcing the struggles of the real world on the reader. However, by placing this next to a narrative that is on a much grander level Cormier paints these mundane struggles as noble and validates their difficulty.

The opening scene in the novel is one that many children have experienced—the exhilarating and terrifying feeling of riding quickly on a bike. Adam has thirty-five dollars, a dilapidated bike, and he didn’t take his medication that morning. This moment illustrates the extent of power children can create, and the simultaneous fear it creates. The next chapter introduces the next narrative—the transcript—and immediately that narrative is imbued with a feeling of spookiness, urgency, and panic. Adam recalls he and his father running away, and they don’t even know what from. These first two scenes, despite their differences in scale and tone, connect to each other in many ways. First, there is the feeling of running away from something you don’t understand. In the transcript that is played out quite literally. In the narrative, however, it is more cloudy and consequently more true to life. Adam thinks of everything he is leaving behind—a bad grade, his isolating interest in  Thomas Wolfe, his exciting but nervous relationship with Amy, and his dependence on medication. These fears look miniscule compared to the menacing threat that causes his family to flee in the other narrative, but because they are placed next to each other means that the same tone is applied to each.

This pattern continues throughout the book. When, in the transcript, Adam discovers that his family has a hidden identity and that he is, in fact, Paul Delmonte, the next thing that happens in the narrative is Adam realizing his bike has been stolen. Again, comparatively a stolen bike is miniscule in the context of lies and alternate identities, but the parallel pattern of the narrative validates the urgency of the stolen bike. For a child, the fear of a stolen bike is very real—as real as the secrets of the Farmer family. As another example, when Adam and his family again are forced to run toward the end of the book, the story happening in the other narrative Adam arrives in Belton Falls and experiences the fear of being there alone, at night, with strangers all around. The uncertainty in both of these events is the same.


At the end of the book these narratives meet together. In the story told through the transcript, Adam reveals that his parents were murdered (though it was staged to look like a car crash). The illusion surrounding the other narrative is then broken, and the adventure Adam has been experiencing is less exciting than ever—he has just been acting out his own delusions. However, the tragic solitude cause by his parents’ murder is here paralleled with Adam’s discovery that he “is the cheese”—a reference to the song “The Farmer in the Dell” and the line “the cheese stands alone.” Adam realizes that he is alone and has nobody. It’s a tragic end. The book does not soften the blow, but lets this loneliness stand. The hardships of the exciting crime story Adam reveals then pale in comparison to the realization everyone ends up having in life—that they are the cheese.

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