Favorite

The New, the Old and the Obscure 

Because we could all use a good book about now.

click to enlarge art14_books.jpg

The New

“Long, Bright River” (2020) by Liz Moore

This novel begins as your typical procedural thriller about two sisters, one a drug addict, Kacey, who goes missing, and the other a beat cop, Mickey, who discovers a link between the addicts and a string of murders in her district. But it’s the honest portraits of a family torn apart by addiction, in one form or another, that sets the novel apart from most in its ilk.

Early on, Mickey relates what it’s like to see her Philadelphia neighborhood racked by the opioid epidemic: “This was the secret I learned that day: None of them want to be saved. They all want to sink backward toward the earth again, to be swallowed by the ground, to keep sleeping.”

Some of the most powerful scenes occur when Mickey, the narrator, strikes a contrast between the present and the past and how her neighborhood has changed: the people, storefronts, faces, attitudes, and, ultimately, her relationship with her younger sister, Kacey.

But Moore doesn’t use the usual good-to-bad trajectory. Instead, she offers us a realistic portrayal of how a family’s struggles in the past affect that same family, in different ways, in the present. Running throughout the novel is the theme of addiction, not just the overt issue of one character’s dependence on drugs, but how an equal dependence on family, loyalty and love plays a role in changing the lives of everyone.

Not all is forgiven, which is what elevates this novel above the cliched detective story. Moore uses place, character and time in masterful unison to create a real-life portrait of a family edging towards acceptance of what life is like now, when not everything has fallen apart.

The Old

“Flesh and Blood” (1995) by Michael Cunningham

Spanning three generations and nearly a hundred years, Michael Cunningham captures the lives of the Stassos family, made distinct not just by its troubles, but also its joys, dreams, minor triumphs, pain, desires and suffering.

Told through beautifully lyrical scenes that essentially define each chaptered year, we witness how the conflicts between lovers, husbands, wives, fathers, mothers and siblings produce love and strife in equal measure.

Attachment to place, how it changes over time and the deep, personal memories brought forth by the senses, bring each character back to their essence, their connection to the earth, an absolute innocence.

Early on, we see the patriarch of the family as a boy, working a miniature garden by stealing good soil from a neighboring farm and holding it in his mouth and bringing it to his garden in order to grow meager peppers and tomatoes for his family.

Cunningham writes:

“The soil had a heady, fecal taste; a darkness on his tongue that was at once revolting and strangely, dangerously delicious.”

The Obscure

“No Great Mischief” (1999) by Alistair MacLeod

One of my greatest joys in life is looking through the fiction shelves in a used bookstore and coming across an author I’ve never read, or perhaps never heard of before.

When I first moved to Richmond, I’d visit Chop Suey twice a month and do just that, cramped in the narrow aisle at the start of the A section before a renovation, and working my way through to the Z’s. Not knowing what I was looking for, I studied the titles and grabbed the ones that stood out, which is how I came across the relatively obscure Canadian author, Alistair MacLeod, and his heartbreaking novel, “No Great Mischief”.

Centered around two brothers who look after each other at different points in their lives, MacLeod’s novel uses the stark backdrop of Cape Breton and an historical subplot of exiles from the highlands of Scotland, to trace the lives of his characters from young to old, as the narrator works for his older brother in the mines one summer, while, many years later, caring for him as he succumbs to alcoholism and certain death.

Though the story may sound bleak, MacLeod is a master of using the present tense to make even the slightest gesture a revelation. As his dying brother sees the narrator off one night, MacLeod writes:

“We lean into one another like two tired boxers in the middle of the ring. Each giving and seeking the support of the other.”

Favorite

Latest in Arts and Culture

Comments

Subscribe to this thread:

Add a comment

More by Patrick Dacey

Connect with Style Weekly

Most Popular Stories

  • Concerts at Home

    Concerts at Home

    Richmond Grid launches live house show concert series online today.
    • Mar 17, 2020
  • Creative Separation

    Creative Separation

    A look at how some local artists and teachers are helping people connect while isolated.
    • Mar 24, 2020
  • The Shows Go On

    The Shows Go On

    Two smaller arts events take different approaches to dealing with coronavirus.
    • Mar 17, 2020
  • A Loveseat Anthology

    A Loveseat Anthology

    Virginia’s former poet laureate goes through some of his poetry clutter at home for a bit of suggested reading.
    • Mar 24, 2020
  • More »

Copyright © 2020 Style Weekly
Richmond's alternative for news, arts, culture and opinion
All rights reserved
Powered by Foundation