I feel the best I can say for this novel is that it's dated. The worst is that it missed a great many opportunities to say something important and capitalized on too many opportunities to make women look idiotic. Berger is a great writer. I read Little Big Man back while I was in high school, before the film version and found it laugh-out-loud funny and deeply touching. I am a little afraid of what I would think of it today.
The set-up has enormous potential: "His coworkers dominate him, his sister criticizes him, and his wife has just left him; Fred Wagner might as well be invisible. Fed up, one day he wills himself physically invisible, and the results are both sadly pathetic and hilariously funny."
There are many perhaps-gay and female characters, and that might be good news, but the point of view character thinks in cliché about sex, sexually, and women. The women are shrewish, domineering, sexually aggressive, and (except for his sister who seems to want to slap him) mysteriously attracted to Wagner—a man who is not wise or funny or particularly kind, decent at his job of writing advertising copy but seemingly without any sense of design or art or ambition, a man who has supposedly been writing a novel for years, has forgotten how many people he's told about this and not actually put word to paper in a very long time. He does not recall what he's writing about. Invisibility, he hopes, might be his unique gift.
Yeah, it should be hysterical, but ultimately not even quite "sadly pathetic." Wagner is crushed by the desertion of his wife, who inherits money and abruptly leaves him. He uses his new-found talent of invisibility to take thousands of dollars directly from a bank teller's drawer, and then, realizing the teller will be held accountable, goes through agonies to put the money back. He does a lot of this, and "accuses" people of wanton acts and then has to backpedal. I smiled a few times. Might have chuckled? But ultimately, I felt Wagner was accurately judged by his sister and then a girlfriend, who insists he's not living up to his potential. I too wonder, "how could it be that she had willingly surrendered her virginity, if not downright imposed it upon him?" The pursuit of multiple women of this nebbish seemed wishful thinking, a contrivance designed to lead to slapstick humor, which did not quite fly. And what to say about "until he penetrated her, [she] had been a virgin"? There's a lot of that deflowering language. Cringe-worthy at times.
It ended well, and again, Berger is a fine writer, but for me the best part of the end was that I could read something else.