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THE RED ARROW by William Brewer

THE RED ARROW

Brewer, William Knopf (272 pp.) $26.00 | May 17, 2022 978-0-593-32012-9

Financial and psychological problems send a writer on an unusual odyssey in this exceptional debut. Here’s a first novel by a published poet about an American in Europe having trouble completing a writing project—echoes of Ben Lerner’s Leaving the Atocha Station. Maybe more poets should write novels, for, like Lerner, Brewer has crafted a good one. His unnamed narrator is a painter by training who finds surprising success with a story collection and lands a big advance for a first novel. It doesn’t go well. He has been coping for some 20 years with suicidal depression, which visits him as something he calls the Mist and now saps what little faith he has in his writing. When his deadline arrives, he has managed to spend the advance without producing a page. He’s sort of saved by a ghostwriting gig for a physicist that will work down the narrator’s debt to his publisher. Then the physicist disappears, which is where Brewer’s mostly flashback novel begins, with the narrator in Italy on a train known as “the red arrow,” bound for the town where he hopes to find the missing man. While traveling, he visits many memories: of painting, of a chemical spill in his West Virginia hometown, of the smart, supportive woman he married, of an ailing friend’s suggestion for therapy. And always there is the Mist, oppressing him and— somewhat, unavoidably—the narrative. From the first page, the narrator teases with allusions to a “treatment” he has had that he’ll explain later, “because if I do so now, I’ll lose you.” The therapy is certainly unusual and is bound up with coincidences and confluences that touch on the physicist, theories of time, and references to W.G. Sebald’s Vertigo, Geoff Dyer’s book on D.H. Lawrence, and Michael Pollan’s on changing your mind.

A first-rate work that intrigues and entertains.

END OF THE WORLD HOUSE

Celt, Adrienne Simon & Schuster (320 pp.) $26.00 | April 19, 2022 978-1-982169-48-0

Best friends take a trip to Paris, where they relive the same mysterious day again and again. The whole world is going to hell. Gas is $10 a gallon. Most countries have closed their borders and enacted media blackouts due to civil unrest, bombings (“the nouveau Blitz”) and collapsed economies. “No one would call it a world war,” the novel tells us, “but that was semantics.” During a cease-fire, Californian best friends and early-30-somethings Kate and Bertie decide to take a trip to Paris, taking advantage of cheap prices designed to attract travelers not too skittish to venture abroad. At a bar, Kate and Bertie meet a Frenchman who promises a private tour of the Louvre, so the women arrive only to become separated in the museum—over and over again. Bertie, the corporate illustrator from whose close third-person perspective the novel is told, keeps waking up and reliving the trip to the Louvre with only the vaguest subconscious sense of déjà vu each time. But one day, it isn’t Kate whom Bertie meanders the empty museum with, but Dylan, a man who seems to know a great deal about what’s going on with time and where Kate might have disappeared to. When he begins to clue Bertie in, she realizes that the mystery goes deeper than she ever could have imagined. Celt’s decision to use a near apocalypse as the setting never fully makes sense; likewise, the logic behind the time loop remains just beyond full comprehension. The result is a novel whose picture never comes clear, like the photos Bertie takes as time slips around her. But as an allegory of friendship and the way adult relationships complicate the friendships we try to keep alive from youth, Celt’s story is truehearted and affecting.

A muddled but moving novel.

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