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THE DISPLACEMENTS by Bruce Holsinger
the displacements
independent. And you don’t have to be married to be loved.” As in her debut, Evvie Drake Starts Over (2019), Holmes displays a gift for warm, richly drawn characters and situations that are as cozy as a steaming cup of tea. Laurie is refreshing as a heroine who is entering her 40s, a size 18, and completely comfortable with her life as an unmarried, child-free woman. There are no dramatics or big fights between her and Nick—just a believable adult relationship with real-world obstacles.
A charming and easygoing look at all kinds of love and the beauty of independence, featuring supremely likable characters.
THE DISPLACEMENTS
Holsinger, Bruce Riverhead (448 pp.) $27.00 | July 5, 2022 978-0-593-18971-9
When the world’s first Category 6 storm destroys Miami and Houston, a FEMA megashelter in Oklahoma becomes part of the setting for the harsh aftermath, measured in unraveling lives. “Twenty-four hours ago I was a wealthy surgeon’s wife leaving my huge house with three kids and a dog in a hybrid SUV. Now I’m a sweating, penniless refugee dragging a wheelie bag up a rural road.” In the lingo of Holsinger’s ambitious novel, former rich White lady and sculptor Daphne Larsen-Hall is now an IDP, an Internally Displaced Person—aka a Luna, for the hurricane that created a whole new class of Americans, numbering in the millions. Luna “strikes Miami as if beating on some mountain-size drum....She moves like a drunken butcher, flaying skyscrapers, eviscerating offices and conference rooms and lobbies....The guts of civilization swarm and fly: desks, chairs, tables, carpets, lights, plants, computers, printers, books, and papers by the billions, landing in the rivered streets, pulped through the sewer channels, chewed by the winds.” Holsinger’s lush writing about the storm is complemented by “The Great Displacement: A Digital Chronicle of the Luna Migration,” an interactive website including interview transcripts, maps, and charts, displayed here as screenshots. For example, one survivor, now a Ph.D. in critical disaster studies, reports, “Doesn’t surprise me that what finally focused the nation’s attention on the megashelters was that spectacle in Oklahoma, what went down at Tooley Farm. There you had a perfect storm of climate change, displacement, extremism, and racial difference swirling around these white bodies at the center of it all, the big pale eye of the storm.” Interspersed with these reports are chapters telling Daphne’s story as well as those of her three difficult children (her teenage stepson, Gavin, maliciously leaves her purse in the driveway when they flee); the African American woman who runs Tooley Farm for FEMA; the drug dealer/insurance agent who is there to squeeze every penny he can get out of the refugees; and his sidekick/ girlfriend, a guitar player who starts the cover band that gives the book its title. From Range, a complicated street game all the children are playing, to wildfire, the opiate many of their parents are getting addicted to, Holsinger’s storm of invented detail is Category 6.
Brilliantly imagined and terrifyingly believable. Seems destined to be a blockbuster.
THE PINK HOTEL
Jacobs, Liska MCD/Farrar, Straus and Giroux (336 pp.) $27.00 | July 19, 2022 978-0-3746-0315-1
Two newlyweds honeymoon in a Los Angeles hotel for the uber-wealthy while fires ravage the city. When Kit and Keith Collins arrive at the luxurious Pink Hotel, Kit has no idea their stay is doubling as an extended job interview. Although the couple has met success—the restaurant
at which they both work, he as general manager and she as a waitress, has recently earned a Michelin star—it’s still in middle-of-nowhere Boonville, and Keith has greater ambitions. Kit feels sidelined and disillusioned, spending her days drinking with the ruthlessly extroverted Marguerite instead of with her new husband. Keith, who “liked watching Kit transform from this unsure girl, an orphan really, to someone whose dreams matched his own,” grows increasingly frustrated that she isn’t enthused by this opportunity. “Had she expected they’d live in Boonville forever?” Meanwhile, fires destroy thousands of homes, and working-class people are rioting in the streets. A slew of bored billionaires flock to the hotel “for comfort,” and suddenly the hotel is understaffed and needs Keith to help— uncompensated, of course, except for the flimsy promise of future employment. Tension mounts, Veuve Clicquot and Dom Pérignon flow, and the hotel descends into chaos. “The ennui of the elite wasn’t some abstract concept,” Jacobs writes. “Their boredom can shift landscapes, collapse entire economies.” At a sentence level, the novel sings. The prose is pithy and precise, and one imagines Jacobs can summon any image with unsettling swiftness. The social commentary that underpins the story, however, is a little obvious. Out-of-touch billionaires are lowhanging fruit as far as social satire goes, and one wishes that Jacobs used her powers to nudge the story into more fruitful and nuanced territory.
A sharply written satire with somewhat heavy-handed social commentary.
NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH
James, Holly Dutton (304 pp.) $17.00 paper | July 12, 2022 978-0-593-18650-3
How would your life change if you could only tell the truth? A few hours into her 30th birthday, Los Angeles publicist Lucy Green makes a startling discovery: She is no longer able to lie. Her actions and words can only be truthful. Unfortunately for Lucy, this clashes with her plans for the day, which center around nabbing a prime Hollywood starlet as a client: “1. Lock down Lily Chu. 2. Secure promotion. 3. Gracefully ascend into the divine decade of her thirties. 4. Have one hell of a birthday bash on a rooftop in downtown L.A. where her boyfriend would finally propose to her.” Lucy’s life immediately starts to change as the truth forces her to reject the constraints that she, and the patriarchy, have put on herself: She eats a bagel because she can no longer convince herself that yogurt and berries are satisfying, she tells her best friend she hates spin class, and she yells at a man who catcalls her. As Lucy goes about her day she continues to question her life: Why is she forcing her body into a mold just to please others? Why has she never stood up for herself as her boss sexually harasses her? Why is she letting her mother and society convince her that she needs to marry her (loser) boyfriend and have kids immediately? Thus Lucy’s candid curse (gift?) ushers in a whirlwind of changes, including a budding romance with Adam, the hot bartender who served her a mysterious cocktail the night before just as she made a fateful wish for the next day to go well. While the novel’s undercurrent of girl-boss feminism feels a little dated, James’ ability to dive right into the drama from the get-go makes this a nonstop fun ride.
A beach read with a morality lesson.
BROTHER ALIVE
Khalid, Zain Grove (352 pp.) $26.00 | July 12, 2022 978-0-8021-5976-2
A Staten Island mosque becomes the unlikely center of an outsize conflict around faith and family. Khalid’s bulky, ambitious debut novel is largely narrated by Youssef, one of three unrelated children adopted by Salim, an imam who spirited them out of Saudi Arabia under mysterious circumstances. Much of the story is concerned with exploring that mystery, braided around a plot about fractures within the Muslim faith. Along with his adopted brothers, Dayo and Iseul, Youssef snoops around the mosque and learns about the complex reasons for their departure and how it relates to Salim’s closeted homosexuality. Adding a dash of surreality to an already disorienting situation is Brother, a shape-shifting double who shadows Youssef, serving as a kind of animal familiar and manifestation of his mood. (At various points, Brother is a capuchin monkey, a cat, a bat, a hen, a cocker spaniel, and more.) In time, Youssef realizes he’s enmeshed in a bigger conflagration between Salim and a rival imam in Saudi Arabia who strives to pharmaceutically convert nonbelievers and leads a techno-futuristic compound in the country that’s as corrupt as it is glittering. (It’s modeled after an actual project, Neom, a planned “smart city” under construction.) Khalid has plenty to say about art, relationships, religion, and family, and he gives Youssef an appealingly wry and questioning voice. But the novel creaks from its overabundance of ambition—wanting to be a domestic novel, satire of faith, critique of petrocapitalism, myth-soaked allegory, and (in its latter stages) techno-thriller, it’s constantly in search of a center. Whatever power Brother might have as a symbol for hidden lives and alternate existences is sapped by the busy plotting. Khalid has an admirably encyclopedist instinct, but he’s set an almost impossibly high bar for storytelling.
A big-picture saga about faith that gets lost in the details.
the empire of dirt
THE BIG DARK SKY
Koontz, Dean Thomas & Mercer (390 pp.) $28.99 | July 19, 2022 978-1-5420-1992-7
Those incredible coincidences Carl Jung dubbed synchronicities lie at the heart of Koontz’s latest—if it can be said to have a heart. Twenty-four years after the deaths of her mother and father only weeks apart drove her from Montana to live with her Aunt Katherine in Santa Fe, Joanna Chase hears a spectral voice bidding her return. At the same time, tech billionaire Liam O’Hara, who now owns Rustling Willows, the ranch where Joanna spent her childhood, hires Seattle PI Wyatt Rider to investigate a mysterious disturbance that spooked O’Hara’s family on a recent visit. And no wonder, for there’s no lack of spooky manifestations in the area. Embezzling chemist Harley Spondollar’s house collapsed moments after he stepped outdoors; Jimmy Alvarez, the childhood friend Joanna’s somehow forgotten despite his memorable birth defects, has been touched by dark forces; and Asher Optime, formerly associated with Xanthus Toller’s Restoration Movement, has branched out on his own quest to restore the planet to its natural balance by eliminating all humankind (the list of victims he’s abducted and killed so far stands at five). Eventually the oddball heroes, joined by goodguy hacker Kenny Deetle, his more-than-one-night-stand Leigh Ann Bruce, his wingman, Dr. Ganesh Patel, and Artimis Selene, Patel’s partner in the secret Project Olivaw who yearns to be more, make common cause against the odder-ball villains. But although Koontz repeatedly and oracularly invokes the awesome powers of synchronicity to explain the mesh of connections among the cast members, this remains very much a pickup ballgame, highly effective from scene to scene but in hindsight as evanescent as a mirage.
A nonstop actioner with cosmic overtones painted in consistently broad strokes.
FIRE SEASON
Krow, Leyna Viking (336 pp.) $27.00 | July 12, 2022 978-0-59-329960-9
In 1889, a fire in Spokane Falls, a thriving town in the territory of Washington, provides opportunities for two unscrupulous men and one ethically ambivalent woman. On the verge of statehood—which, in the thoughts of one character, will lessen the desperation that makes a citizenry susceptible to fraud—Washington Territory is ripe for exploitation by three drifters who, in this extremely pre-regulation universe, can endlessly reinvent themselves. Barton Heydale, a banker who came to Spokane Falls to escape a dismissive father in Portland, embezzles to get even with the townsfolk, who dismiss him even more. Roslyn Beck, a prostitute Barton visits regularly, is rescued by him after the catastrophic fire which begins in the hotel where she lives and works. However, she doesn’t see it as rescue once she sobers up from the absinthelike thrall of the hooch known as “Mud Drink.” Faux fire investigator Quake Auchenbaucher (an alias earned when he masqueraded as a seismologist) engineers Barton’s downfall and also attempts, with more honorable intentions, to rescue Roslyn, who is having none of that, either. Roslyn is not so much the protagonist as the tonal center of a book whose key is unclear. She is “a certain kind of woman.” A witch? A clairvoyant? A seeker? Or just aware that she is always second-guessing herself when far less talented men are not? The author’s main preoccupation is not with people but with motifs and issues: What is consent? Can good intentions redeem? Is theft in aid of good works moral? The prose is incantatory. Locations veer from the frontier precursor of Spokane, which Krow portrays with the sure hand of a local, to Portland and San Francisco. A prologue and unrelated “interludes” underscore the novel’s themes, superfluously it seems. The characters weigh their options, internally and in dialogue—in some sections just dialogue, like a script without stage directions—but seem to care very little about outcomes. Outcomes, the reader gathers, aren’t really the point.
A novel that makes peace with uncertainty.
THE EMPIRE OF DIRT
Manfredi, Francesca Trans. by Ekin Oklap Norton (208 pp.) $16.95 paper | July 12, 2022 978-0-393-88177-6
Three generations of Italian women living under one roof might be witches or might just be trying to live their lives; point of view is everything. During the summer of 1996, 12-yearold Valentina gets her period for the first time. Unprepared for the situation, she keeps it to herself initially, the first step in her developing awareness of her sexuality and its related power. Among many subsequent and, perhaps, surreal occurrences recounted by Valentina, the odd-looking house her family has occupied for generations also seems to begin bleeding. Referred to as “the blind house” by others in their rural, agrarian community, Valentina’s home lacks windows facing those who approach it and is the site of numerous unusual phenomena as her story unfolds. After the departure of Valentina’s father for a job in Russia, the house is occupied by Valentina, her young mother (whose choices in life were circumscribed by her teenage pregnancy), and her scrupulously religious grandmother, who tends to the family’s farm. A series of plagues—closely resembling those described in Exodus—appears to descend upon the homestead and prompts Valentina’s ailing grandmother
