(slight corrections made in August 2024)
The best thing about this novel is the title - well it made me go to a bit of trouble to track down and acquire a copy without spending enormous amounts of money on having it shipped to the UK, perhaps the lack of any copies this side of the Atlantic should have suggested there might be a reason - but if you are going to use a title like this you need a novel that will live up to it and this one doesn't. As a hook for attracting readers it might have been a marketing person's wet dream but that is about it.
Really terrible books have inspired me to some of my best reviews - this novel didn't, in fact what I associate it with is terminal boredom - it is 200 odd pages but I had barely made it halfway before I was struggling to overcome an all pervasive ennui that just made me want to give up on everything. How could something so terminally mediocre and awful have ever been published? Well reading the acknowledgements I found a clue, amongst those name checked are not parents, family or teachers (they are only generically remembered) but ten prominent writers (there may be more I only recognised ten - and three of them provided 'puff' quotes on the back cover) and a variety of trendy groups, organizations and publications, and who had published excerpts from this novel.
I couldn't help feeling that what I was holding was a monument to networking and influence building. I couldn't help regret that Travers Scott had not spent more time on reading, even if only the works of the authors he so determinedly cultivated, and practising his craft. It also didn't surprise me to learn that 'bits' of the novel had appeared in numerous literary magazines, it was easy to pick them out - segments of clever writing all of which failed to come together as a whole.
Just in case you imagine I am some snooty European who knows nothing about the USA let me say that I have read other authors who have written of the midwest and of the southern USA and been moved and astounded by their work. Don't read this drivel read:
'Pryor Rendering' by Gary Reed, published the same year as this novel and a novel of incomparable beauty.
'Lake Overturn' by Vestal McIntyre
'Send Me' by Patrick Ryan
'Mother of Sorrows' by Richard McCann
These novels are so far ahead of Mr. D. Travers Scott's efforts that I wonder I am doing them a disservice in mentioning them within this review. If any of Scott's awfulness reflects back on them I will be mortified.