“Some men,” Michael Caine’s character in the film The Dark Knight points out while discussing the Joker’s motives, “just like to watch the world burn.” Other less psychotically motivated voyeurs, like Ant, the scarred, wisecracking protagonist of Tariq Shah’s rousing debut novel Whiteout Conditions, prefer to crash funerals.
Picking up this perverse, yet “kind of fun” hobby after burying the last of his loved ones, Ant absorbs the sad and sometimes unintentionally hilarious antics of the bereaved in order to deflect the pain of his own past. And over the years, he’s gotten pretty good at it, “handling death like a snake charmer…wholly impervious to fang and safe from its venom.” Until a shocking tragedy in his Midwestern hometown sends him headlong on a jarring collision with the people and places he’s spent most of his adult life trying to forget. Possessing a deft ear for the viciousness of masculine friendship and an unflinchingly detailed eye for the post-industrial, decaying blur of “frozen sludge and rail” suburban squalidness, while injecting heavy, almost sublime significance (often with a much-needed dollop of dark humor) into the quietest moments, Shah has crafted an ominous meditation on loss, grief, faulty coping mechanisms, and revenge. One that might hit a little to close to home for those who view home as something to run from, but who always find themselves inexorably dragged back.
Chock full of family secrets, problematic tribalism, memorable characters named Bat Neck and Ray Gun, violently jocular boors, and a dog named Bullets, and written in a pulsating, descriptive, yet down-and-dirty blue collar prose, Whiteout Conditions is the most pleasurable kind of slow burn. That is, until the book’s surprising final act, when it takes a wild, yet totally not unforeseen turn into something far more visceral and sinister. And at a too-brisk 110 pages (my only real criticism with the book is that I want to spend much more time with the characters), this one is hard not to rip through – like that first morning cigarette on a monochromatic highway morning – in one satisfying sitting.