I won Contrary Motion, the debut novel by Andy Mozina, in a GoodReads Giveaway. I received an hardbound book reminiscent of those received in discount book clubs of the 80's - a plain, simple black hardcover with a minimal, well-designed 2-color dust jacket.
Contrary Motion weighs in at 270 pages plus Acknowledgement, About the Author and a never-before seen, About the Type page, revealing the typeface to be Sabon, and its history in print usage. Contrary Motion does read easily, with a well chosen, tall serif font and classic line-and-a-half space leading.
Contrary Motion is told in first-person by its protagonist Matt, a working harpist and divorced dad of a sitcom-like six-year old daughter. Matt struggles with impotence, relationships, life, what to say, self-sabotage and dullardry.
Contrary Motion is written well enough. It has its own voice, feels natural and is often clever in wit and metaphor. But Contrary Motion is tedious in its consistency of its main character's stubbornness in refusing to conform to our expectation. As readers we expect our characters to develop, to learn and to grow. And at restaurant Contrary Motion, these items are not on the menu.
I was reminded of the darkness of Phillip Roth and the hapless every-man of Tom Sharpe's Henry Wilt. Mix it together with a bit of noir - where bad luck never changes and the character never learns or evolves or does better - and hang it all upon the rather well-portrayed struggle of being a working harp player, and you might have something resembling Contrary Motion. An exercise in portraying reality au naturel and without an agenda of improvement or concern for appearance.
If you take your hot beverage without sweetener and your humor without insight you may well enjoy Contrary Motion, Andy Mozina's debut novel. I found it a depressing portrayal of one who shoots himself in the foot, over and over and over.