THE INDEX OF SELF-DESTRUCTIVE ACTS

An affluent New York family is flung into a tailspin in 2009 in the third novel by Beha (Arts and Entertainments, 2014, etc.).

Beha is the editor of Harper’s, and this story evokes the spirit of two famous essays the magazine published championing the social novel: Tom Wolfe’s “Stalking the Billion-Footed Beast” and Jonathan Franzen’s “Why Bother?” Its young hero, Sam, has arrived from Wisconsin to write about the intersection of hard data and news for a storied publication. The job introduces him to the Doyle family, whose patriarch, Frank, is a longtime baseball writer and political pundit who recently disgraced himself making racist comments about Barack Obama on air at a Mets game. Doyle’s wife, Kit, is an investment banker pummeled by the Great Recession; their son, Eddie, is an Iraq War vet who’s overly enchanted with a street preacher, and their daughter, Margo, is making little progress on her dissertation on Wordsworth. The Doyles give Beha ample opportunity to expound on media, sports, religion, war, finance, and the arts; Justin, a Black hedge fund manager noblesse-obliged by the Doyles, is a pathway to riff on race while Sam’s wife, Lucy, lets him explore marriage. The novel can feel a tick too orderly, as Beha carefully maintains his large cast and big themes. But each character is engaging and full-blooded, and Beha pushes them hard: He’s concerned with how irrationality worms its way into everybody’s lives (via infidelity, faith, insider trading, plagiarism, addiction) and how that irrationality can undermine us and push us closer to understanding ourselves. “We hated nothing more than indisputable evidence, because we wanted to dispute,” Beha writes. And though the novel’s tone is more intellectual than what Wolfe and Franzen prescribed, its breadth, ambition, and command are refreshing.

An admirably big-picture, multivalent family saga.