Dreamer begins with the narrator, Matthew Bishop, knocking on the hotel room door of his boss, Martin Luther King, Jr. "You'll want to see this for yourself," Bishop says, and brings King to see a visitor named Chaym Smith, who turns out to be King's exact double. Smith is a bit prickly and unpredictable, but he appears to want to make himself useful to the King project, which has just begun to confront radical opposition in the city of Chicago, as well as among his own allies who resent the broadening of King's message into an anti-poverty and anti-Vietnam platform. But how can the campaign make use of such a man? One answer, of course, is to use him as a decoy--an attempt has already been made on the minister's life--but this is a possibility with which King is deeply uncomfortable. He assigns Bishop to take Smith away to a safe house in rural Indiana and babysit him, perhaps mold him into something useful.
Chaym Smith is the novel's most interesting creation. He resembles King in many important ways, including a deep engagement with world religion, including Eastern religion, in this case emerging from his time as a soldier in Korea. But he describes himself as a non-believer, and his attitude toward most of King's work is one of cynical disbelief. He certainly doesn't share the minister's commitment to non-violence, perhaps being responsible for the death of his wife and her children; we also see him set fire to an apartment block where he's been summarily evicted. Is he King's doppelganger, or his opposite? Perhaps he is a secret third thing: the shadow self that follows King around, the self-doubt and cynical voice that eats away at his self and his mission, wondering if true change really is possible.
For all that, it felt to me that Johnson wasn't really sure what to do with this interesting character, no more than King himself seems to be. The one time he's actually used as a decoy to save King from violence--Smith is shot by a minister-hating Black man who climbs into Bishop's car--seems to happen by happenstance. Mostly, Smith is kept out of the way in Indiana, troubling Bishop's conscience and tending a church garden. When he's whisked away by government agents toward the novel's end, it's not clear what they want from him, or how it might bear on the assassination that, as you might expect, is the novel's culmination. Perhaps we are meant to think that King's shadow lives on after him somewhere, in the wind. But it read to me as if Johnson dispatched Smith because he wasn't sure how to make him matter.
In fact, what I liked best about the novel were the interstitial, italicized sections that follow King himself in the close third person. Here, Johnson relies on his scrupulous research--which often seemed to crowd out narrative and meaning in the sections narrated by Bishop--to form an image of King who is determined and principled, but haunted by exhaustion as well as his own doubts and demons. I came away with even more respect, I think, for King, reflecting on this version of a man who does great things despite his own deep troubles and misgivings: a real human being. Among other things, these sections emphasize how deep King's commitment was to a vision of true equality which is confounded by the fundamental differences we see in the faces on the street. Deep down, this vision says, we're all the same--and what better proof of this than confronting your own double?
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