Aysegul Savas
White on White by Aysegul Savas unfolds in the first-person point of view of a nameless student—probably a female although that is never specified—conducting research on Gothic nude sculptures of the 12th and 13th centuries. She rents a lower floor apartment from Agnes, an artist, who lives out of town with her husband.
When Agnes unexpectedly shows up to occupy the upper studio to prepare for an upcoming exhibit, the two begin meeting casually. As the days turn to months, it becomes apparent Agnes is facing difficulties in her marriage and has nowhere else to go. She is estranged from her husband and her grown children. Her behavior becomes increasingly erratic; her ability to paint stymied. She paints a white-on-white canvas and declares she doesn’t know how to proceed. Much of her narrative consists of lengthy anecdotal confessions spoken in the direct voice to reinforce immediacy; the narrator’s response is passive and reflected in the indirect voice to reinforce distance and lack of empathy
The novel strongly echoes Rachel Cusk’s Outline with its barely present narrator observing a stranger’s confessions. The narrator is increasingly aware of Agnes’ emotional crisis but continues to display a cool detachment toward her. Her observations are objective and devoid of empathy. She listens but does not offer support or compassion. Her favorable impression of Agnes’ appearance and demeanor diminish with time. She tolerates her monologues but begins to see Agnes as an unwelcome distraction from her work. Her dispassionate observations of Agnes parallel her dispassionate observations of the nudes she studies.
The narrator acts as the white canvas on which an artist projects his/her imprint. She is presumably the blank slate to Agnes’ story. But in an ironic twist at the end of the novel, the tables are turned. The narrator describes Agnes as having “. . . the face of an animal . . . a creature without human expression, though all the more alive with a meaning I could not decipher.” Agnes’ face mirrors the narrator’s inscrutability and absence of humanity. And in the ultimate twist, the narrator recognizes grotesque images of herself in Agnes’ painting. The recognition shocks her.
“Does it offend you?” Agnes asked. “Because from all our months of living together, I got the impression that you weren’t one to be easily moved.”
The roles have been reversed; the observer has become the observed. All the while the narrator had assumed she had the upper hand, objectively observing Agnes from the side lines—the blank screen to Agnes’ monologues. Instead, Agnes was observing her, projecting the narrator’s image on the blank screen, and holding a mirror up to her face. The reader is left wondering if Agnes’ self-revelations, her “nakedness,” was a veil—merely a ploy to unmask the narrator.
Unfolding slowly in layer upon layer; in language that is subtle, haunting, and perceptive; this intriguing novel explores the creative process and the role empathy plays in human relationships.
Very highly recommended.