Book Review: Lorrie Moore's A GATE AT THE STAIRS

Written by Thuy Dinh, contributing writer

My children, ages 11, 8, and 6, are discovering the Beatles for the first time. Not only do they listen to the songs endlessly during the rides to and from school, but they also play some of the Beatles’ simpler melodies on their piano keyboard almost 24/7.

It might have been a simple case of osmosis, then, or it could have been just a quirky coincidence that I heard the whole message of Lorrie Moore’s most recent novel, A Gate at the Stairs, summed up in “All You Need is Love,” but with double negative lyrics:

There’s nothing you can do that can’t be UNdone

Nothing you can sing that can’t be UNsung

Nothing you can say but you can’t UNlearn how to play the game

It’s NOT easy….

There’s nothing you can make that can’t be UNmade

No one you can save that can’t be UNsaved.

Nothing you can do but you can’t UNlearn how to be you

in time…

Though the message is unflinching, it’s affirming in that it holds the reader in high regard and tries to portray the world in a complex way. Told in the voice of Tessie Keltjin, a 20-year old college student, Stairs begins in the fall of 2001, shortly after 9/11. Right away, Moore sets the stage for the polarizing forces of her novel: faith versus faithlessness, love versus the absence of love, life versus death.

Tessie comes from the rural town of Dellacrosse (of the cross) and she goes to college in Troy (like its Greek antecedent, a liberal, cosmopolitan town somewhere in the Midwest). Soon, Tessie is hired to be the nanny of a mixed-race child adopted by the Thornwood-Brinks, a white, upper-middle class, progressive couple who live and work in Troy.

While working as a nanny, Tessie becomes involved with a darkly handsome but vaguely dangerous classmate in her Introduction to Sufism class. The man may or may not be Brazilian and only speaks or sings in Italian. The third plot strand is Tessie’s relationship with her family, most notably her close connection with her younger brother Robert, who plans to join the U.S. Army after high school. Moore takes her time getting to the heart of the story so at first it’s challenging, but once it speeds up, she covers impressive ground in a take-no-prisoners way.

The title of Moore’s novel is both literal and elusive. A Gate at the Stairs may simply mean a baby gate to prevent Tessie’s 2-year old charge, Mary-Emma, from reaching the stairs, or it could mean Babygate, Watergate, or even…Henry Louis Gates, Jr. (The novel, which was clearly written before Professor Gates’ July 2009 incident with the Boston police, has a character in a consciousness-raising group casually mentioning a story about a black  youth being accidentally shot by the police in his own home). A gate, therefore, can be something shameful and secretive, an impediment to progress, barring the stairway to heaven, blocking the path to true understanding.

Stairs is streamlined and layered, more like a Chinese shadow box, or a Vidalia onion as opposed to a messy head of radicchio (vegetables are also prominent in Moore’s novel, as Tessie’s father is a gentleman farmer who cultivates organic “pearl” fingerlings for yuppie consumers). The various gates in Moore’s novel are variations on the same theme: love and/or the lack of, and loss of love. Her characters are either recklessly in love or reckless with love. Lust, hunger, lack of faith, neglect and/or mistreatment of children, and racism are simply manifestations of love’s absence. Tessie poetically compares a decadent meal to an empty experience that leaves “the spirit…untouched,” “a condition of prayerless worship,” or an “endless communion” that offers no grace or salvation.

Moore’s cast of passionate yet lonely characters, like her punning/cunning use of language, have names that aptly describe them, yet at the same time may not represent who they really are. Like doomed figures in a Greek tragedy, Moore’s characters misinterpret events, or misinform each other, to escape from their oppressive fates. Tessie always complains of “not hearing things right” or “not believing what she hears.” Language in Moore’s universe is itself a shape-shifting, subversive character. In church, Tessie thinks she hears “Our Father” as follows:

Our father who art a heathen

Hollow be thigh name

Thigh king is dumb

Thigh will is dun

on earth as it is

at birth.

Stairs is the feminine, and feminist, answer to J.D. Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye. (Incidentally, Holden Caulfield’s yearning to save the young children who run too close to the cliff of a rye field is also a deliberate misreading of a literary source. Robert Burns’ 18th century poem, “Coming Thro’ the Rye,” is sexually provocative and has nothing to do with saving children.)

At the end of the novel, after undergoing many forms of personal losses, Tessie becomes “nobody’s sister” who literally stares death in the eye. Wiser, sadder, but still at heart a romantic, Tessie concludes, “Love is the answer…It was OK…as an answer. But no more than that. It was not a solution; it wasn’t really an answer, just a reply.”

Just a reply, but it was way moore than enough for me.



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    Shell Sherree
    October 8, 2009 at 4:33 am

    Thanks so much for the in-depth review ~ this one sounds rather intense.

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    October 8, 2009 at 11:57 am

    This is a wonderful review. You’ve provided a thoughtful examination of the novel, Thuy. Thank you for this.

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    October 8, 2009 at 6:02 pm

    Not for me, but really well researched.

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    Thuy Dinh
    October 10, 2009 at 6:12 pm

    Thank you, Shell Sheree, leOpard13, and Reader #9 for reading this review of Lorrie Moore’s A Gate at the Stairs. As Shell has remarked, this is an “intense” book, but in a good way. I think it’s truly an act of courage for Ms. Moore to write such a novel, since it’s a deliberate throwback to an earlier time. A Gate at the End of the Stairs reminds me of the 19th century French novel Camille by Alexandre Dumas fils (Verdi based his opera La Traviata on the novel, about a tubercular courtesan with a heart of gold who’s in love with a young dandy but drives him away because she doesn’t want him to be involved with the kind of woman that she is). In fact, the grim image at the end of Camille almost mirrors the scene near the end of Moore’s novel with Tessie literally facing her brother’s death.
    I think it’s hard for us, as 21st century readers, to relate to this uncompromising look at love and death, but at the same time, there’s a sense of raw honesty and deep respect for the reader that comes across in the novel. This seriousness is very rare in today’s cultural climate. If you have the time, I think it will be worthwhile to check out this novel. Despite its unrelenting outlook, the novel, like Tessie, maintaịns its luminous innocence and deep affirmation of life. It will stay with you. It may even change your life.
    Again, thank you all so much for reading this review. It means a lot to me. (I also don’t think that only English lit majors (which I was) enjoy “serious novels.” You will, too.)

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    February 15, 2010 at 5:58 pm

    Oh Thuy, after happening upon your insightful review a few weeks ago, I just had to read the book. It’s very significant that you began your review with the Beatles reference, as music is so important to the story.
    I have to say…that Moore took her time with the beginning and getting to the heart of the story is reassuring in the long run. She is such a lovely writer with such an interesting way with words, it seemed as though I was in the middle of a good indie film…where there is much going on…but not much happening. Hmm, does that make sense? But when the not-much-happening turns into the nitty gritty of the story, oh my, look out. I could hardly bear to read Sarah’s story of her previous life with “Edward”. Heartbreaking. And just as heart-wrenching, Tassie saying good-bye when she stares death in the eye.
    Well, I also loved the literary references throughout, such as Robert’s science teacher being named Mr. Holden, and Tassie and her parents discussing if Americans would have to wear a scarlet C were we still English Colonists (two of my favorites).
    Loved this book…the beginning, the middle, and oh that ending.
    Thanks so much

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      Pop Culture Nerd
      February 16, 2010 at 3:40 pm

      Hi jultaylor,

      Thanks so much for your insightful comment. I’ve forwarded it to Thuy for a response.

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        Thuy Dinh
        February 18, 2010 at 4:43 pm

        Hi jultaylor,

        Thanks so much for reading my review of Lorrie Moore’s A Gate at the Stairs and also sharing with me your dead-on, detailed observations about the book. It’s interesting how people either love or hate this novel, and I think it says a lot about the times that we live in. The critics of Lorrie Moore’s work seem to prefer a more linear, conventionally-structured, or more consistent, fast-paced work, and those who profess to be her fans are willing to take the time with the book, submitting to her various literary quirks. In some way, A Gate at the Stairs is not unlike a 19th century serialized novel, in which a lot of weird, odd, inconsistent things happen (due to the length and breadth of the form itself), but in some other way, her novel is very much grounded in the 21st century, with references to post 9/11 political and social sensibilities, and with the acknowledgement that the world we live in is disjointed and in search of deeper meanings.

        I’m reading Jane Austen’s Mansfield Park right now and am struck with similar feelings. (I never thought I would see parallels between Lorrie Moore and Jane Austen). Like A Gate at the Stairs, Mansfield Park in some way is both a macrocosm and microcosm of a particular universe. Fanny Price is not as sarcastic or knowing as Tessie yet like Tessie she’s an innocent and also a searcher of meanings as well as an explorer of social limitations. Have you read Mansfield Park? I’m very much struck by your comment about A Gate at the Stairs, “where there is much going on… but not much happening.” In Jane Austen’s world, there is also a lot going on internally but outwardly there’s an appearance of stasis.

        Isn’t it odd that, given the similarities between Lorrie Moore’s approach and Austen’s, Moore is not (yet) as popular as the famed author of Pride and Prejudice? In fact, you could say that pride and prejudice is the sub-theme of A Gate at the Stairs.

        Thanks again, jultaylor, and many more happy readings (and revelations).


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