we're so back
i've been basically waiting to write about this book since the moment i picked up the ARC. knowing nothing about this title going in, i was absolutely struck by the first paragraph, and continued reading and reading and reading until i realized i was chapters in and had put no real effort in.
which is not to say that this book is "simple"-on a sentence level, deagler brillantly balances simplicity and complexity, beauty, and style. the story itself is so basic, so down to earth, yet it's the writing that truly sells the thing, it's the writing that sets this above. i enjoyed the structure of the narrative, each chapter as a new place, a new couch, a new situation. the cast of characters was very, very real.
but what i really want to talk about here is something very interesting i noticed throughout the narrative that i've found to pop up in many modern novels that attempt to neutrally depict the State of Things TM in the last few years socially and politically. it shows up in various parts, but most significantly starting during the chapter, maybe the third or fourth, where he's staying with his female friend on a "bad" side of town. i've gone over this so many times on my head i'll likely be unable to reflect my thoughts as accurate as i could have when i was actively reading the book, but from that section forward there is a sort of simmering racial resentment and antagonism i find wildly interesting. dennis' charcater is presented as a down to earth, normal sort of guy with friends of all sorts, but who seems to lean neutral-liberal despite not seeming to have specific convictions of his own, based on comments about anti-immigrant sentiment around. he also speaks a lot about gentrification, which i doubt he would care about or at least refer to in that way if he wasn't at least mostly on the liberal side of the spectrum.
there is a profound sense of loss due to his alcoholism-it has taken away not only the memories of certain situations and times and granted him this empty space in the lives of many of his friends who stopped checking in on him, but there is also a major loss of opportunity, critical years wasting away in the face of booze. so in many cases when he's staying with various friends, he's looking at their lives in comparison to his own, and this results in a strange thing where he is looking at the people around him, these hipsters and, by his own words, gentrifiers, and understanding that it is only his supposed failures in life that keeps him from being those people. at the same time, as presented in the chapter where he is staying with his friend in the bad neighbourhood, he has been put in a situation where he has more in common with vagrants and crackheads than he does with his tech-working hipster peers, and, in my estimation, the entire narrative is attempting to square this away. the scene that really gives it away is in that same chapter, where he gets very upset at his friend being catcalled, but then goes on to completely thoughtlessly threaten a teenager a few pages later, becoming these same men he has a chip on his shoulder about.
when he's musing about bucks county, about white flight and the suburbs, it is written with a underlying sense of resentment that he missed out, discussing his father but reflecting on himself, too. and that, for me, is the most significant element of the book. it's not just about getting sober and figuring out how to live your life as a sober man, but it's also about Being A Man a little after the turn of the century who doesn't know how to handle changes in the big wide world, including the changes of those he once cared about moving on, and the enviroment he once knew no longer being what it once was. and in that sense, it remind me very much of a lot of the male-centric classic literature we love so much from the other turn of the century.