Attention. Deficit. Disorder.
by Brad Listi
Paperback: 368 pages
Publisher: Simon Spotlight Entertainment; 1 edition (Jan 23 2007)
Price: $15.95
ISBN-10: 1416912363
ISBN-13: 978-1416912361
Review by Ursula Pflug
525 words
Brad Listi’s debut novel Attention. Deficit. Disorder is about the suicide of protagonist Wayne Fencer’s ex-girlfriend Amanda, and his subsequent journey as he deals with his grief, his guilt, and his attempt to regain some sense of meaning in his life.
The currently fashionable confessional style can be taken to extremes, yet the revelatory honesty of some young writers is admirable, and Listi is one of them. Jim Carroll, author of the wonderful memoir The Basketball Diaries, calls A.D.D. genuine, and it is.
As to adventures, there are many: Fencer hikes the Appalachian Trail, and goes to Cuba, where he meets Hemingway’s Old Man, from The Old Man and the Sea, as well as a young Havana prostitute who becomes his dance partner, translator and tour guide. He writes a screenplay and moves to L.A. to try, unsuccessfully, to sell it. He watches his college friends get married and settle down, a move which unsettles him, post trauma and alone as he is. He sky-dives.
He ends up at the infamous Burning Man Festival in the Nevada Desert, where he dances all night with his soul mate. Briefly, she helps him to forget Amanda, but not in the way you think.
However, unlike in the picaresque novels of say, Kerouac, in which do more, experience more, is the traveller’s MO, here it’s the opposite. Fencer’s travels always take a back seat to his need to understand.
Why?
The larger question of suicide begs answers even while it is so discomforting that most prefer to run away, and understandably so. But, impressively, Listi doesn’t. I could offer some startling statistics here, but will leave that to Mr. Listi, whose book is chock full of them.
The text describes thought processes, events and emotions, the weaving and mapping that takes place between them, but it also charts a wider course, interspersed as it is by quotations from the wise (and possibly unwise) of history, statistics, definitions and the like. Consequently, it reads as if written by a Google addict with, yes, A.D.D. and in fact, the only allusion I could find to the title is in the style. If books printed on paper could maximise and minimise, opening and closing windows at will, it would. An interactive text without the actual interactivity, it is a perfectly hewn example of how the internet is changing the way novels are written. This may appeal to some readers more than others.
And does Fencer reach an epiphany?
Well, yes. But he does it in such a sincere, nice guy kind of way that it almost slips our notice.
There’s a bit when he encounters a trail keeper on the Appalachian, mistaking him at first for a Deliverance style nutcase. But no, Ed is a volunteer, Fencer notes, “clearing the trail for people like me, moving rocks and hacking away slippery exposed roots with his hatchet, just to be nice.”
I don’t think Listi intended this to be a framing metaphor for his novel, but nonetheless it works as such. Fencer comes to the conclusion that all he can do is help others, unobtrusively volunteer to help keep the trail clear.
Ursula Pflug is author of the novel Green Music and the story collection After The Fires.