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273 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 24, 2017
And when they were finished, they sat at the garden table in the twilight and watched the coals of the fire pulse red and an ashen silver without flame, sat like sated guests at their own feast, silent once again and not wondering what came next, for all that they had strived for in the course of the day lay in the past, and what anxiety each carried lay, at least for the moment, in the past as well.
"They split up on the stream, Bo took the faster water up top and fished with a muddler minnow. Father Rovnávaha worked a black ant in a lower pool where brookies were rising to terrestrials. In all this time from house to stream, they had said no more than five words to each other."They sat streamside on rocks for a coffee break, Bo walking to the edge to pick a mayfly off a stone. They'd been using the wrong flies. Then Bo broached the topic that was troubling him.
Finding yourself is hard, Hannah. Finding yourself in a war is very hard. You have to let him walk the path he chose.Having now read both his novels so far, this one and its predecessor The Sojourn, I would suggest that Andrew Krivák's abiding theme is restoration. In the earlier novel, a Bildungsroman set mainly in the First World War, the leading character, Jozef Vinich, goes through the war as a killer, but the more interesting part for me was the year after the war, when he must find his humanity again, restoring the damage he has done to himself and, in part, to others. In this one, set nominally in 1972 but with memories going back to Jozef Vinich's return to America half a century earlier, the restoration is as much geographic and generational as it is personal. It is a more complex but less eventful novel. Personally, I found it less focused and liked it slightly less, but I am filled with admiration for Krivák as a storyteller and philosopher.
From the day Bo had walked into the house in May, he understood how it had been built, whom it had been built for, and he wanted to keep that spirit of the place alive, even if not one of the Youngers who lived there back in the twenties was around to see it. The old wide-board pine floors were refinished and glowing a soft shade of gold beneath the grain. The walls were painted natural linen. The window frames and fireplace mantel he had varnished to match the floors, and the slate hearth was repointed and polished so that the thin rust-colored veins and slight green hue of the stones shone like the day they were put down.Andrew Krivák tells intimate stories, but he sets them in larger, almost epic time frames. The Sojourn follows Jozef Vinich from childhood through adolescence to young adulthood, but it is preceded by a prelude set at the time of his birth, and the whole story is told as a memoir of a much older man. Besides, the sheer scale of WW1 gives the book an almost mythic resonance. While Vietnam does not quite have that effect in The Signal Flame, the title and epigraph refer to the Trojan War, an image that is reinforced by many of the place names: Dardan, Pennsylvania, at the foot of Troy Pass. The long family feuds (which Krivák takes back even further) give this novel distinct overtones of Greek tragedy, though not ultimately with a tragic ending.


