First things first: the ads describing this book as a "thriller" are not being truthful. (I know: a less-than-truthful ad? Sacre bleu! Can such things be?) It ain't "electrifying" either, but publishers do what they must to sell even very good books.
I had not read anything by Price before, though I was curious because of all the praise his books have gotten. So I went in expecting grit and mean streets. Nope, not that either. Let me amend that: the grit and meanness are there (there are multiple references to gangs, for example, and the need for police presence at gang funerals, and how one must always be careful not to act or speak in a way that might be taken as disrespectful) but they're not in the foreground.
A Harlem building collapses. People die, cars in the street are crushed. It's a terrible tragedy. But then, after three days, when all hope has been lost, a man is pulled from the debris. Somehow he has survived the disaster. A miracle?
The novel follows small group of individuals in the wake of the collapse. Anthony Walker: the survivor, called Lazarus Man by the NYC media, wondering whether he's been given a special mission from God to help others. Mary Roe: an unflappable cop assigned to Community Relations because of her extraordinary people skills. Royal Lyons: a Harlem funeral director whose business is failing because Covid is over, but the collapse of that nearby building presents a glimmer of hope. Young Felix Pearl: a biracial freelance photographer trying hard to capture the aftermath of the event and the reactions of the people involved, trying to figure things out.
There are other characters, of course, but these are the main ones. What really brings "Lazarus Man" to life (I suppose I should apologize for this, huh?) is the tenderness with which Price handles his characters. The sensitivity to their very human weaknesses, dreams, and uncertainty about what life is for, what they're meant to be. Over all, they're really doing the best they can -- to one another, to life. They come alive on the page. The street comes alive -- with all its problems and challenges, the people trying so hard to improve their community, the minor characters who walk on and off the stage.
Most off all -- for me -- it's the humor. "Lazarus Man" has so many laugh out loud moments! The cop Mary Roe, for example. Her marriage has fallen apart, she's got a strange shared custody arrangement with her ex, she's trying to find a missing person, and to sort out what the Lazarus Man's story really is: he wasn't listed as a resident of the building, so what was he doing there? She's having an affair with another cop, a married man. A guy who always brings to their hotel rooms a UV flashlight and a bottle of Luminol to "highlight any traces of blood or other body fluids not visible to the naked eye." (Mary thinks his efforts to please her has "all the finesse of a pool vacuum.") About herself: "For most of her younger life she felt miserable about her lack of curves. But these days, as long as there were no horns coming out of her forehead or a forked tail coming out of her ass, she was good with herself."
And Royal the funeral director, who sends his son out into the street after the collapse in an oversized suit to hand out business cards. (When we first meet him he is laid out in a coffin, about to reanimate as a zombie in a student movie -- he needs the extra money.) The son will later retaliate by bringing friends in to see the corpses ("Ervin Moore, forty-two, aka Uncle Permafrost") and charging them for the experience. Royal will hire photographer Felix Pearl to make a promotional video: UN flags flying in the wind, D-Day footage of soldiers on Omaha Beach, RFK's funeral train, Nelson Mandela resting school children. Royal's wife wonders whether they should have their son seen by a psychologist because he seems depressed. Royal reminds her that the kid's growing up in a funeral home.
I hate having to leave out so much -- of the humor. The takedowns of pretense: Of his father, Felix thinks, "Despite marrying a Black woman and having mixed-race kids, there was no such thing as an 'honorary' brother, no matter how many times you raised your fist in solidarity... or got up in some cop's face. Not just the humor, though, because Price so obviously cares for the people he's writing about, who are so eager for love and recognition. And the bit characters, like the woman called "the Priestess" who claims to see wings on the Lazarus Man's back; or the woman who says she is Prince's mother.
It's an extraordinary achievement "Lazarus Man," a brilliant balance of realism and humor, with more than a bit of serious spiritual inquiry and social commentary added.
My thanks to FSG and Edelweis for providing a digital ARC in return for an honest review.