THE TRANSENTIENTS by Sergio Missana; trans. by Jessica Powell

THE TRANSENTIENTS

Missana, Sergio Trans. by Jessica Powell McPherson & Company (256 pp.) $16.00 paper | Nov. 16, 2021 978-1-62054-043-5

A man’s midlife crisis includes strange periods when he inhabits the lives of other people. This is the first English translation of a novel by Chilean writer Missana, who has written seven books in Spanish. The narrator is Tomás Ugarte, the creative director of a Santiago advertising agency, who seeks to restart his life as a tabula rasa ahead of his 40th birthday. He quits his job, proceeds with the final stages of divorcing his wife, and moves into a new apartment. But the normal details occupying his days fade in significance when he has a spell during which he crosses over into another life, experienced through the eyes and other senses of an old homeless woman in a specific Santiago neighborhood. There’s no doubt in Tomás’ mind that “the transformation had truly occurred.” When he returns to being just himself, he searches for the woman and tries to steer her away from something he believes lies in her future. Tomás undergoes more of these “transentient” experiences, including a harrowing climb on a storm-lashed mountain and a screenwriter’s visit to the set of his movie. Each transposition becomes a detailed narrative, and together they offer links or clues in the book’s episodic puzzle of a plot. The climber is a nephew of the homeless woman; Tomás’ ex-wife is also working on the movie. The alter egos provide Tomás with an eerie version of the human attachments he sought to avoid and give the author a protagonist with a highly fluid nature. Missana, abetted by a fine translation from Powell, raises questions about identity, friendship, intimacy, and empathy while building a psychological mystery on the shifting border between realism and fantasy, “a thin membrane that threatened to tear apart at any moment.”

Simenon meets García Márquez in this sly, strange, entertaining work.

HOW HIGH WE GO IN THE DARK

Nagamatsu, Sequoia Morrow/HarperCollins (304 pp.) $23.49 | Jan. 18, 2022 978-0-06-307264-0

What happens to humanity when death radically outpaces life? Scientists digging in Siberia find the body of a girl who seems to be a mix of Homo sapien and Neanderthal while also possessing genetic traits that look like starfish or octopus. She’s dressed in clothes remarkable not only for their fine needlework, but also for the fact that they’re decorated with shells from the Mediterranean. Unearthing this girl releases a virus that destroys human organs. From this strange, terrifying beginning the narrative moves to the City of Laughter, an amusement park where children infected with the virus can enjoy one last, fun-filled day before riding a roller coaster designed to kill them. Nagamatsu’s characters inhabit societies so overwhelmed by death that funerary services of various kinds dominate the economy and in which the past is disappearing while it’s impossible to imagine a future. Many of the chapters in this novel were first published as short stories. Cobbling these stories together makes a novel-length book, but it doesn’t necessarily make a satisfying novel. The different ways in which people deal with grief and survival accumulate without revealing new insights. The chapter in which a man contemplating suicide finds connection in a virtual world is an echo of the chapter about a man who repairs robotic pets who speak in the voices of the dead. A chapter in which a forensic pathologist falls in love with a man who has donated his body for research is virtually the same as the chapter in which a funerary artist who makes ice sculptures from liquified remains falls in love with

“An unnerving tale that richly earns its title.”

my annihilation

a customer. And while there are characters who recur, a lot of these connections feel superimposed for the sake of crafting a novel. The final chapter—but for a brief coda—circles back to the beginning in a way that’s thrilling for a moment. Then Nagamatsu lays bare the mystery of the opening chapter in a way that can only be rewarding for hardcore devotees of the ancient astronaut school of ufology or readers for whom this concept is entirely new.

Ambitious, bleak, and not fully realized.

MY ANNIHILATION

Nakamura, Fuminori Trans. by Sam Bett Soho Crime (264 pp.) $27.95 | Jan. 11, 2022 978-1-641-29272-6

A steep dive into the psyche of a man who may or may not have done some truly terrible things. The first thing Ryodai Kozuka wants you to know is that that’s not his real name; he’s switched identities with someone else so that he can start a new life. Nor did the narrator push his half sister off a cliff when they were children; she fell on her own once he’d taken her into the woods to get her some breathing room from the home in which her father routinely beat their mother. The narrator isn’t a bit like Tsutomu Miyazaki, the Otaku Murderer of four young girls who was executed in 2008, not long after he reported being urged to commit his heinous crimes by a group of Rat Men only he could see. Instead, he’s a former doctor of psychosomatic medicine whose seduction of his vulnerable patient, sex worker Yukari, was entirely therapeutic, helping her recover from the sexual memories her previous physician, Dr. Yoshimi, had implanted in her. Implanted memories, it becomes gradually clear, are at the heart of this searing novella, though it’s not clear whether her treatment by the smilingly unrepentant Yoshimi or the narrator himself, who wonders if he really slept with her after all, is responsible for Yukari’s suicide. Once she’s hanged herself, the narrator vows to avenge himself on Kida and Mamiya, two former clients who showed her a video of herself that he’s convinced is what really drove her to take her life. Working with Wakui, the cafe owner whose budding relationship with Yukari had finally seemed to promise some stability in her life, he captures the two clients and starts messing with their own heads, and vice versa.

An unnerving tale that richly earns its title. By the last chapter, you won’t believe a word the narrator tells you.

THE WOMEN I LOVE

Pacifico, Francesco Farrar, Straus and Giroux (288 pp.) $27.00 | Dec. 7, 2021 978-0-374-29272-0

Italian writer Pacifico’s new novel is a disconcerting mix: part sendup of toxic masculinity, part middle-aged cad’s apologia. Marcello is a classic man-child. Scion of a wealthy family that continues to support him, he’s a poet and editor in his 30s who, feeling stuck, decides to make his mark with a memoir/novel about the women in his life: Eleonora, his fellow editor, protégé, and lover; his live-in girlfriend (and later wife), Barbara; his sister, estranged from her parents since she came out years ago; and his mother. The novel’s real interest lies in the fact that he is not at all up to the job, at least initially. The portraits that emerge in the book’s first half are mostly erotic self-portraits, the callow