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349 pages, Paperback
First published October 16, 2018

She sat on the doorstep imagining a life. Everything disgusted her: she was short with her friends, harsh with the animals & a shrew to her mother. They were waiting for--who? The messiah? There was nothing here that was not chipped or cracked, soiled or deformed. Gouges in the wood, fetid flowers in a jar in green & stinking water.The year is 1891 and Chaya & Asher take a train to Chicago & with the intervention of a good Samaritan are taken from Dearborn Station to Maxwell Street, the hardscrabble neighborhood where they are able to merge with other Jewish immigrants seeking to follow their own personal dreams, beginning their urban transformation with a Jewish widow, Mrs. Gottlieb, quite in need of boarders to share her meager flat with.
Cow dung on her soles, yellow-brown in the cracks & maggots in the outhouse. The taste of milk gone slightly rancid, the taint of onion on every dish. She had read--half, at least--of that Moby Dick in a book that her teacher let her keep as she made her way through the forests of new words & elaborate sentences. She understood perfectly why that man called Ismael said that when he found himself following funerals, it was time to go to sea.
Asher was made to wander the aisles of bookshops rather than the chaotic Maxwell Street Market but he was closer to the spirit of self-delight & irrepressible self-promotion than to the sturdy entrepreneurs who owned the Maxwell Street pushcarts & oiled their wheels, kept its inventory & worried about their daily take. Asher was not salt of the earth; rather, he was unadulterated spiceBut looming almost as a distinct character, there is the World Columbian Exposition of 1893, an environment the precocious Asher manages to haunt & eventually to be hired as an attraction within, responding to questions of all sorts from fair-goers, this while his sister's relationship with Gregory Stillwell, who is part of the Gilded Class but who identifies with the less fortunate, becomes increasingly more serious.

The buildings were being abandoned, timbers, dented metal, floorboards & the sludge of white skin that covered it all, huge chunks & clots of it, jagged, useless, to be sent off by train or ship or taken to dumps around the city--goodbye, as if it had never been whole. Or never been. They knew it would come to this when they built it but what kind of special place in hell--for he had read Dante--awaited men who constructed beauty, knowing that they would empty it of purpose a few months later?Lake on Fire by Rosellen Brown is this year's chosen book for my village to read & celebrate, with collateral discussions on the history of Maxwell Street, the labor & suffragette movements, the architecture of the World Columbian Exhibition of 1893, music of the period and capped by and an author appearance. Other authors whose books have been featured include Simon Winchester, Ann Pachett, Richard Russo, Jane Smiley, Colum McCann, Elizabeth Strout, Jess Walter & Edwidge Danticat.
The Fair had a heartbeat now extinguished. It had been a hoax, not meant to be taken for real; a bubble, a bauble, to pacify the crowd when everything else was falling down & men were starving, children dying, business collapsing. A jewel in a slag heap & even that snatched back. Pulling apart that beautiful body was the first thing that made Asher cry.