Jennifer Lynn Barnes’ ‘The Inheritance Games’ Is an End-of-Summer Crowd Pleaser

Jennifer Lynn Barnes’ ‘The Inheritance Games’ Is an End-of-Summer Crowd Pleaser

Jennifer Lynn Barnes’ latest novel, The Inheritance Games – the first installment of an upcoming trilogy – comes to us at the tail end of summer full of intrigue and plot twists. Her latest book follows 17-year-old Avery Grambs as she struggles to make ends meet after her mother’s death. Unexpectedly, she is summoned to the will reading of a billionaire/philanthropist/Texan called Tobias Hawthorne. To Avery’s shock – and the Hawthorne family’s rage – the old man left nearly everything in his possession to her. So begins a twisted game of figuring out why Avery received the billions everyone believed he would leave to the Hawthorne family.

Hawthorne’s will stipulates Avery must stay in the family’s sprawling, labyrinthine estate for one year in order to receive the inheritance. The rest of Hawthorne’s family, already keen on finding some loophole in the will that will oust Avery from their lives, create an unwelcome presence. While she attempts to handle the newfound pressure of public scrutiny, Avery must also contend with the magnetic, inescapable presence of Tobias Hawthorne’s grandsons: Nash, Grayson, Jameson, and Alexander. Nash is uninterested in his family’s wealth, while Xander is preoccupied with his own inventions and games. Grayson and Jameson, on the other hand, create a force field around Avery, demanding her attention.

Grayson, like his mother and aunt, initially believe Avery somehow manipulated Tobias Hawthorne into signing his possessions over to her. But, Jameson believes Avery is the key to his grandfather’s final puzzle. When the trio begins uncovering clues within the will and around the estate, Avery and all four grandsons are sucked back into Tobias Hawthorne’s games. What begins as a game, however, turns into a nightmare as dark secrets from Grayson and Jameson’s past are revealed, and it becomes clear someone on the estate wants to see Avery dead.

The Inheritance Games is a true page-turner. Barnes gives readers short chapters with cliff-hanger endings, compelling us to read on until the very end. It’s truly a YA dream: mystery, games, murder, and love-triangles –perfect for fans of Maureen Johnson’s Truly Devious novels. The Inheritance Games will have readers wrapped up in its characters and intricate plot, waiting on the edge of their seats to find out what happens next.

Philippe Djian Tackles PTSD in New Psychological Drama ‘Marlene’

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Philippe Djian’s latest novel explores the long-term effects of war in an unnamed rural town where soldiers returning from combat must deal with the psychological trauma of their experiences. Marlene, a domestic drama focused on the daily struggles of childhood friends Dan and Richard, chronicles the disruption to their lives when Richard’s sister-in-law comes to stay with them. Dan and Richard joined the military together, fought in Special Forces together, and returned to the same small town together, supporting each other, for better or worse, in their readjustment to civilian life. In an insidious, dread-inducing series of events, Marlene’s presence derails the tenuous grasp they have on sanity.

When the novel begins, Richard is about to finish a three-month stint in prison for driving under the influence. Richard’s wife, Nath, and his 18-year-old daughter, Mona, fight constantly as Mona struggles to deal with her father’s impulsive behavior and her mother’s affairs. She stays with Dan until Richard is released, but her hostility towards her parents mounts over the course of the novel resulting in a tragedy that Dan feels responsible for.

At the same time, Nath’s sister Marlene comes to stay with them. Her reputation for tumultuous relationships and promiscuity precedes her, and, though she tries, she finds it difficult to reset the course of her life. As Dan and Marlene begin a secret relationship, Richard becomes involved in increasingly dangerous scenarios that frighten those close to him; Mona rages; and Nath can’t get rid of an obsessed lover. Their relationships with each other morph and strain over time, leading to a classic setup of dramatic irony as the novel’s events careen towards catastrophe.

A veteran novelist, Djian deftly builds tension as the novel progresses to its violent end. His depiction of war-induced trauma in Marlene gives the centuries-old tale of the outsider-wreaking-havoc a contemporary twist. Unfortunately, the suspense Djian builds through multiple perspectives leads to a muddled narrative, especially as the chapters get longer. It becomes difficult at times to understand who is speaking, and some events occur with little explanation.

In just 200 pages, Marlene reads more like an accomplished and compelling bundle of sketches rather than a fully-fleshed novel. Djian’s experience as a writer makes the sketches cohesive. The end result is certainly worth reading, but it is difficult. Considering the subject matter, though, Djian likely wanted it to be so.

Gretchen Cherington Explores Trauma and Healing in Memoir ‘Poetic License’

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In her debut memoir, Poetic License, Gretchen Cherington grapples with reckoning the public image of her father with her private experience of abuse at his hands. This abuse changed the course of her life, and it took many years for her to fully revisit the trauma embedded within every aspect of her adulthood because of that abuse. Cherington realized while working as a consultant to corporate executives that meaningful change cannot occur within a company’s culture if its leaders do not know themselves. She needed to do the same for herself, first by dealing with the trauma itself, then by learning more about her father – how two disparate images of the man came to be.

Cherington’s father, the former Poet Laureate Richard Eberhart, had a larger-than-life personality, one bolstered and solidified by the fantastic stories her parents told about his globe-trotting travels and interactions with other poets. Cherington recounts a childhood during which she rubbed elbows with some of the most famous writers of the 20th century from Robert Frost to Anne Sexton. Eberhart was ambitious, driven; he was determined to make a name for himself by advocating for his own work and the work of other poets. He cocooned himself in the literary world, taking very little notice of things that did not relate to him directly.  Later in her life, Cherington observes that his drive sprung from a certain self-centeredness, a narcissism that perhaps made the poetry possible but also made him believe he could take anything whether or not it was being offered – the “poetic license” to do exactly what he wanted.

This entitlement – something society as a whole can recognize across all facets of industry and art – leads to the abuse Cherington discusses in this book, and she spends decades trying to understand her relationship with her father after her trust has been stripped away. She believes that talking about her father’s abuse will destroy her family, so she buries it until a stretch of upheaval in her life forces her to confront the past. When she does tell her story, she finds that her father’s closest friends are supportive of her need to tell her story – to allow two versions of her father to exist.

Cherington writes about her past fluidly and with grace, particularly her childhood and young adulthood. As readers, she transports us to a world populated by famous writers in idyllic spaces but draws a hard line underneath the edge of the narrative by asking what the truth of that image is versus what her parents projected for the world to see.

Her memoir highlights something vital during a time when people’s ideas of public figures and even those in our private spheres are being torn every day: people are complicated. They are capable of great things and atrocities alike. Both can be true. We can love them and hate them in equal measure. What Cherington points out here – what many people have pointed out lately, particularly women – is that people must be allowed to tell their stories. They should not be silenced if their experiences with an individual clash with the prevailing image of that individual. We cannot move forward as a society if we don’t allow ourselves to see the truth of things – to absorb uncomfortable histories rather than just the favorable ones. She quotes Anne Lamott in the memoir’s final pages: “You own what happened to you…If people wanted you to describe them warmly, they should have behaved better.”

‘They Say Sarah’ Is a Powerful Debut About a Passionate Love Affair by Pauline Delabroy-Allard

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Pauline Delabroy-Allard‘s debut novel, They Say Sarah, explores the passionate relationship between two women. The narrator, a lonely, thirty-something teacher raising a young daughter falls in love with the eponymous Sarah–a passionate, talented violinist prone to capricious shifts in mood and interest. Their intense relationship burns with an almost violent love, an obsessive kind of yearning that could easily turn to hate. Divided into two parts, Delabroy-Allard chronicles the relationship from friendship to passionate affair to heartbreak in lyrical, poignant prose even as the unnamed lover falls deeper and deeper into nightmarish despair.

The novel’s first half is its strongest. Delabroy-Allard describes the relationship’s meteoric rise in all its intensity with concise, vignette-like chapters. Sarah’s hunger-panged desire is an empty stomach that devours everything, from the physical attachment of her relationship with the narrator to food and drink. She is insatiable, and the narrator is completely taken in by her. But Sarah’s larger-than-life personality – consistently prone to excess – leads to a tempestuous relationship that veers from loving, worshipful happiness to explosions of anger and bitterness.

In the novel’s second half, it’s revealed that Sarah has cancer. The narrator is keen to look after her, but Sarah wishes to end their relationship. The descriptive beauty of the first half turns into something slightly scattered and difficult to follow in the second half as the narrator, believing Sarah is dead, flees to Italy. While there, she obsesses over what transpired at the end of her relationship with Sarah, but she becomes increasingly distraught. In her grief, the narrator becomes unreliable, and it’s difficult for the reader to understand what, exactly, happened to Sarah and why the narrator has fallen so deeply into a state of helplessness.

Delabroy-Allard undoubtedly wishes to show two sides of the same coin – the heady rush of new love with the catastrophic consequences of its end. While her prose is consistently beautiful and fresh, the narrative dissonance of the latter half is perplexing. Because the narrative is comprised solely of the narrator’s fraught inner thoughts, the reader is privy only to a disjointed retelling of what occurred.  The novel’s ambiguous ending leaves the reader none the wiser as it leaves us in the nadir of the narrator’s dejection.

While They Say Sarah may not come together as a wholly cohesive unit, it presents us with a commanding new voice in fiction. Delabroy-Allard is undoubtedly possessed of a keen, poetic eye that functions at its best in descriptive, atmospheric prose. They Say Sarah is truly the introduction of an exciting new voice in fiction.

Naoise Dolan’s ‘Exciting Times’ Is Abound With Complex Relationships

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It’s no small wonder that Sally Rooney‘s laconic, crystalline prose would harbinger the introduction of similar writers into the resurrected strains of social realism brought forth by Conversations with Friends and Normal People. The narrative bent of these stories hinges upon the minutiae of interpersonal relationships, which animate the loose, marriage plot-like structure Rooney brilliantly molds into the backbone of her novels. What holds her aloft as the pinnacle of this genre is her consistent ability to render the labyrinthine folds of human relationships within the private and public spheres, showing, in no uncertain terms, that the personal and political are inextricably linked in her characters’ lives.

Naoise Dolan would appear to be Rooney’s immediate successor. The unembellished, incisive, methodical narrative that elevates Rooney’s work as the ultimate uncanny depiction of an educated millennial milieu is mirrored clearly in Dolan’s debut. Exciting Times, which was excerpted in The Stinging Fly literary magazine during Rooney’s tenure as editor, attempts to lay bare the multifarious aspects of precarity that exist between its characters and those characters’ connections to the wider world. Some would suggest Rooney and Dolan tapped into this ever-beleaguered millennial unconscious, which is undoubtedly true to some extent; other writers have manifested the same observations. But seeing as both writers are Irish and avowed Marxists, it seems the road paved by Rooney and traveled by Dolan is far narrower in scope than the wide planes of general discontent, and their aim is far more pointed.

In Dolan’s novel, twenty-two-year-old Ava leaves Ireland to teach English to wealthy children in Hong Kong. From one colonial outpost to the next, the class structures embedded within daily life, professional and social, do not escape her caustic appraisal. She forms a relationship with Julian, a middle-class English banker out of a deep-seated need to engage with these class structures – to manipulate, submit, and endlessly reconstruct the power dynamic between herself and someone who treats her as little more than a source of amusement. When she moves in with Julian, ostensibly to save money, Ava becomes even more entangled in the relationship, which often seems more like an unsolvable geometric proof than a romance.

When Ava meets Edith, a brilliant, forthright lawyer with whom an easy, relatively uncomplicated relationship forms, she is forced to choose between the two. While her relationship with Julian is predictable in its conversational sparring, Edith provides a certain tender comfort that lacks in the former. Yet, Edith’s family would never accept a same-sex relationship, and Ava can’t seem to disentangle herself from Julian.

As Ava weaves an increasingly complicated emotional web around the three, readers must contend with the inevitable frustrations that arise from a character whose calculations are constantly barbed and whose affectations teeter on manipulative. We certainly empathize with the ever-present pitfalls of virtual communication and nod in agreement at her observations about interacting across class boundaries. But it seems, at times, that Ava becomes something of a mouthpiece for Dolan’s political touches rather than a character that successfully embodies said political argument at work. And while Dolan presents three conversational masters in her main characters, only Ava seems incapable of parsing the reasoning behind her motivations. Her meandering indecisiveness, perhaps relatable to some, may cause others to throw their hands up as she fails to truly grasp the nature of her drives.

Dolan’s command of keen observation allows her an impressive amount of adroit maneuvering within the simple narrative structure common to this genre. While some aspects of it fall flat in the hands of an imperfectly imperfect narrator, whose machinations don’t always pass muster, Dolan’s prowess comes through strongly in her observational details and mastery of dialogue – an obvious necessity for the successor of a novelist whose sensational first novel was titled Conversations with Friends. Readers follow along as though floating in a river whose turns are unknown, waiting to see who will gain the upper hand. The unceasing battle never truly seems to end.

Natalie Jenner’s ‘The Jane Austen Society’ Is the Ideal Quarantine Novel

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In the midst of trying times, readers often return to their favorite books for comfort. The current pandemic has prevailed upon many to revisit Jane Austen‘s six great novels, which are widely considered some of the greatest books ever written. But why? Her stories depict the lives of landed gentry in provincial areas of England during the Regency period where the primary objective of young women is to make advantageous marriages. For some people—like a few characters in Natalie Jenner’s debut novel, The Jane Austen Society—it’s easy to dismiss these novels as simple “romances.” But once readers enter Austen’s world, it’s impossible to see her work as anything less than genius.

In The Jane Austen Society, Jenner brings us to Chawton—a village in Hampshire where Austen spent her final years and completed her last three novels. Her brother, Edward Austen Knight, inherited Chawton House, and Jane, her sister Cassandra, and her mother, lived in the estate’s steward’s cottage during those years. Jenner’s novel begins just before the start of World War II but follows most of its characters as they navigate the final stretch of the war and its immediate aftermath. Dr. Benjamin Gray, the town doctor; Adeline Lewis Grover, a former schoolteacher; Adam Berwick, farmer; Frances Knight, last direct descendant of the Knight family; Evie Stone, scullery maid; Andrew Forrester, solicitor; Mimi Harrison; film star; and Yardley Sinclair, Sotheby’s appraiser comprise the eponymous society–a motley group of Austen fans determined to preserve the legacy of their favorite author.

As the society bands together, utilizing each member’s skills and resources to reach the ultimate goal of acquiring the Chawton estate steward’s cottage for use as a museum, the power of Austen’s work as a source of comfort and insight into interpersonal relationships allows the members to address their trauma. Through their discussions of Austen’s characters and plot lines, the society’s members learn about themselves, creating the means to continue living in earnest after years of grief. They recognize the author’s clear-eyed vision of life and society as something essential to the village—something that needs to be preserved before it is lost to time and/or callous business dealings.

While the multiple perspectives Jenner’s debut leaves the narrative unbalanced in parts, she imbues her novel with all the warmth and provincial charm of Austen’s stories, providing another refuge for those readers who have read and re-read those six novels during our current state of affairs. Unlike other spin-offs or alternative narratives of Austen’s stories, The Jane Austen Society hinges upon a close reading of the original novels with Jenner threading her story with all the reasons why Austen’s work is timeless and an eternal beacon during times of duress.

Elisabeth Thomas Dazzles With Her Debut Novel ‘Catherine House’

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There’s something about boarding school stories that captivate readers. Many of us were introduced to the genre via Harry Potter, and that allure — those endless forays into the dark recesses of a school concealing both danger and treasure in its depths — keeps us coming back for more.

Elisabeth Thomas’ compelling debut, Catherine House, is no exception to this standard. If anything, the author molded her novel not only out of the boarding school genre but also from the Gothic tradition of writers like Daphne du Maurier, throwing in elements of Isaac Asimov-driven science fiction. The premise of a highly-selective, elite, private college sequestering its students for three years and immersing them in a mysterious curriculum hooks readers from the opening page. As we follow Ines — a young woman running from her past and for whom Catherine House is a fresh start — the secrets of this prestigious institution come to light, and we must wonder if anyone ever really leaves.

In an environment that is equal parts academic rigor and bacchanalian antics, Ines fully commits herself to the latter, seldom attending classes and nearly failing out of Catherine after her first year. The hazy aspects of her potentially criminal past prevent her from fully engaging with anything as she struggles to get ahold of herself and find her footing at the school. She soon comes to learn, however, that almost everyone at Catherine has a reason for wanting to leave the real world behind for the gilded promises of this fantasy school, even if those golden edges appear to be hiding structures full of rot. For some of Ines’ peers, like Theo and her roommate Baby, the allure of “plasm” — a revolutionary substance found in all matter, and a substance for which the school is infamous — brought them in the first place.

When Ines’ first year comes to an end, and plasm is introduced to new students as a strange Pavlovian grooming tool, her fascination and suspicion of the substance begins to take hold, especially when Baby’s obsession with it leads to her untimely death. In her third year, Ines becomes embroiled in the school’s questionable practices relating to plasm studies, and in the end, there are only two choices: stay at Catherine forever or escape.

In her first turn, Thomas delivers an impressive, eerie debut novel where the shimmering prestige of Catherine House masks a macabre underbelly of secrets and tragedy. What should be a path to healing and self-discovery for Ines becomes a sinister pull of forces beyond her control, inching her closer to confusion and doubt. Once readers enter the world of Catherine House, they too won’t be able to leave until the very last page is turned.

Art As Politics and Politics As Crime in Patricio Pron’s ‘Don’t Shed Your Tears For Anyone Who Lives on These Streets’

Don't Shed Your Tears for Anyone Who Lives on These Streets Book CoverIn Don’t Shed Your Tears For Anyone Who Lives on These Streets, Patricio Pron transports readers to the final months of World War II where, at the Fascist Writers’ Conference in Pinerolo, Italy, a man called Luca Borello is found dead in the dangerous, partisan-held territory surrounding the city. Borello, a member of the Futurist movement and a former fascist, had been estranged from his friends and colleagues for years following the theft of a deceased friend’s work by another Futurist writer several years prior. But, in April 1945, Borello appears as if out of nowhere, intent on righting what he believes to be the ultimate transgression against the Futurist vision of art.

It isn’t until the late 1970s when a university student named Peter Linden takes interest in the goings-on of this fateful conference that the details surrounding Borello’s death – an event intertwined with the history of Linden’s own family – fall into place. The narrative, comprised largely of interviews Linden conducts with the four writers closest to Borello in his youth, recounts the conference and its players while also capturing the frenetic, violent, masculine energy of Futurism in its heyday. With their retelling of events, Pron masterfully explores the Futurist movement and its indelible link to fascism. At the conference, fascist writers from across Europe convene to discuss, in an increasingly futile manner, the tenets and goals of fascism, even as the Axis powers – the representative force of these fascist philosophies – is on its knees.

How art became politics and politics became crime is the heart of Pron’s novel, best represented by these men searching for artistic purity through violent means – art turned into action. As they recall the events surrounding Borello’s death two decades later, the sputtering flame of youthful conviction allows this group of aging artists to examine what they once believed to be true about their art and its aims. In the stark aftermath of the war, where the philosophies of the Futurists and their ilk are wretched, one writer posits the following:

…Our idea, I now think, was an aesthetic utopia, and those utopias should never transcend the realm of books, maybe they shouldn’t have ever even left the heads of their authors.

-Excerpt from Don’t Shed Your Tears For Anyone Who Lives on These Streets

And what comes of nations, people, and movements – the members of which are never fully in agreement about anything – forging political landscapes out of “aesthetic utopias”? This striving for artistic purity, as it is transposed onto life, breeds violence – where those who see it will rip the fabric of reality, ultimately tearing flesh to fit the mold of its vision.

In 1945, after the theft of the work Borello was meant to safeguard, Borello retreats into himself and comes to the realization that literature cannot be used as a political tool successfully. To attempt as much is to degrade the principles of Futurist art. This is why he attends the conference after years of isolation. His attempts to convince the other writers of this belief goes unheeded, but his eventual death, according to one of the writers, signified “the end of the idea of fascist literature, or, at least, the end of the idea that it could somehow help governments that could no longer help themselves and had given up trying.”

Peter Linden, the radically left-wing student who questions these writers, must confront the “schisms [their] story has provoked in his life and ideas,” which, ” divorces a certain idea of justice from the conviction that justice can actually be carried out by individuals or even [an] organization.” The story presented to him insists that our deepest held convictions are never as diametrically opposed to those of our foes as we like to believe.

Linden’s father, Francesco, a leftist partisan fighter during the war, confronts the same questions in the months leading up to the Fascist Writer’s Conference when he is saved by Borello who has been living in relative isolation nearby. The section of the novel that concerns the interaction between Francesco and Borello – two men in doubt about the methods of the organizations and movements with which they’ve aligned themselves, movements they once believed to be fundamentally pure and true – shows the gnawing sense of dread that comes with betrayal and the sudden imperative for a reappraisal of moral code, since what was once clearly defined is no longer so and, perhaps, never was.

The uneasy friendship between Linden and Borello is the most riveting part of Pron’s narrative, one where readers are offered a reprieve from the fascist writers and their remembrances. Here, readers no longer have to wade through ideas of theoretical purity but can instead witness purity in practice – a beautifully rendered scene in which two men realize their sense of self and humanity through compassion.

This paves the way for the novel’s final section, which reveals the narrative to be, in part, a generational exploration of affliction. We meet Linden’s son Tomasso, or T., who represents the outcome of his patriarchs’ track record of trying to align themselves with organizations meant to rectify the wrongs of government, “all of whom have had to compare their convictions to the results of their actions.” The three men are “linked by…an uncomfortable awareness of history and the place of individuals,” and T. becomes, perhaps more than anyone else in the novel, the one who sees that the systems in which we live are simply a “replacement ceremony” where generations will continuously become those they despise.

Pron’s novel is a tapestry of styles woven together perfectly to create a novel of unexpected force, one that probes beyond monolithic alliances and shifting moral structures. And like so many Latin American writers, Pron gets to the core of political dysfunction with his own brand of narrative ingenuity. The result is simultaneously unnerving and captivating.

Carmen Boullosa’s ‘The Book of Anna’ Is a Masterpiece of Metafiction

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Carmen Boullosa‘s latest novel, The Book of Anna, threads characters from Leo Tolstoy’s masterpiece into an innovative narrative caper that blends history, fiction, and fairytale. In the tradition of Latin American writers such as Roberto Bolaño, Jorge Luis Borges, and Clarice Lispector, Boullosa pushes the boundaries of fiction in a novel that tackles the nature of fiction itself, from the chasm of authorial intent to the presentation of fictitious elements as real objects. The result is an unexpected delight – an oddity that moves within its paces so brilliantly, readers will take each strange turn of events as it comes, knowing Boullosa will lead them to a space of literary transcendence.

In Boullosa’s continuation of Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina, Anna’s son Sergei must decide whether or not to sell a portrait of his mother to Tsar Nicholas II for display in the Hermitage. His wife, Claudia, is thrilled at the prospect, but Sergei can’t shake the fact that he is Tolstoy’s creation, one who, as much as he tries, cannot escape the shadow of his mother’s shame or that of the author’s legacy. Meanwhile, several servants in the Karenin household have aligned themselves with the movement of Father Gapon, a Russian Orthodox priest who organizes a march comprised of laborers and peasants and plans to protest on the grounds of the Winter Palace despite knowing the Tsar will inflict violence on anyone involved. His duplicity and hubris set the stage for a series of events that careen through Tolstoy’s world, Boullosa’s world, the history of revolutionary Russia, and several combinations of each.

As the protest in St. Petersburg comes to a tragic end, Sergei and Claudia are preparing the portrait of Anna Karenina. Sergei wishes to leverage the tsar’s offer into a lucrative position away from St. Petersburg where he can be free of Anna Karenina’s legacy and Tolstoy’s machinations – a place where he can, ideally, forge a self that belongs to him alone, one that exists in the world outside of fiction. Claudia balks at the idea of leaving the city behind and hopes to give the money to Sergei’s sister Anya. As they continue to debate each other and an angry, dream-world Tolstoy, Claudia discovers a box in her attic containing two manuscripts by Anna Karenina: the first, a morality story for children that was lauded by a publisher in her lifetime, and the second, a rewrite of the same story that turns out to be a kaleidoscopic feminist fairy tale written under the influence of opium.

This manuscript, the long lost “Book of Anna,” reveals a woman torn between worlds and how to be. The highly wrought constructed “self” morphs over the course of the fable and ends with something that resembles happiness. A much better fate, readers will agree, than Tolstoy’s Anna. But, in a cruel turn of events, as the revolution chugs forward (not unlike another fateful train, if you’ll excuse the easy parallel), an anarchist called Clementine and the distraught brother of a servant killed in the protest march plant a bomb in the car carrying Anna Karenina’s portrait and her manuscripts to the Winter Palace. All of her selves are destroyed in one instant.

The sheer innovation of Boullosa’s multi-layered narrative presents the reader with a nesting doll of fictions and histories – threads that intertwine questions of self-hood, artistic creation, and the many-layered voices of political change. The Book of Anna marks the rare achievement of a writer who balances the weight of Tolstoy’s complicated genius with her own interpretation of events, real and fictitious, with unmitigated brio and a touch of mischievous whimsy. It will surely become a modern classic.

Nicolette Polek’s ‘Imaginary Museums’ Is a Surreal Exploration of Timeless Themes

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Nicolette Polek’s debut collection of short stories, Imaginary Museums, contains a surreal world in miniature. These stories – more accurately categorized as flash fiction – are parable-like sketches, elegantly rendered, ranging from uncanny to mythical. Moving back and forth between the Midwest and Eastern Europe, Polek exhibits a preternatural control over the tone of her narrative snippets. Each tale, from the runaway bride in “Arranged Marriage” to the mathematician seeking reinvention in “A House For Living,” successfully distills the nature of isolation. Polek’s characters, disconnected in various ways from the realities that face them, move in a dream world that mirrors our own in almost every way. The few unsettling differences that rear their heads are enough to make the reader feel out of step.

Yet, Polek’s stories are not without a sense of profound grace – a need to amend disconnection (between lovers, to one’s homeland, with God) in order to heal the rifts that form. She uses her masterful command of compression to encompass a range of scenarios, from interpersonal relationships (“Garden Party” and “The Dance”) and the prospect of death (“The Nearby Place”), to larger themes such as immigration (“Invitation,” “Your Shining Trapdoor”) and the anxiety that comes with experiencing grief and uncertainty (“Doorstop,” “The Rope Barrier”). In these glimpses, Polek manages to move fluidly from scene to scene without veering outside the collection’s atmospheric tone.

This sense of consistency lies in the smallest details aligning with the collection’s overarching thematic elements, from the stories’ placement in each of its four sections to the pointed strangeness of her sentences. In the title piece, “Imaginary Museums,” the protagonist’s sister is described as someone who “picked vegetables, read the Bible, and always had bad phone reception.” Such incongruous descriptions crop up around Polek’s characters in almost all of these fictions. But, as is the case with most stories that border on the surreal, kernels of truth are embedded in the characters’ strange traits and observations. In “The Rope Barrier,” a woman finds that her habit of cordoning herself off from things and people with a literal rope barrier cannot save her from life’s difficulties. Polek writes:

The woman both despised the rope barrier and hissed at those who approached it. She felt singled out and angry at things that were bigger than her. It felt, now, as if she were forced to put herself on a side of things she encountered, and that she often chose the wrong side.

— excerpt from Nicolette Polek’s Imaginary Museums

The beauty of these stories rests in their simplicity and control, something that Polek has honed to a point in this particular craft of flash fiction. While there are individual stories that lack the structure to stand on their own outside the collection, the whole is well worth revisiting for its elegance and technical accomplishment.