James Brooke is a failed architect, 28 years-old, broke, lost, and busy daydreaming in his equally broken-down hometown of Westland, Ohio. His story of loss, heartbreak, and ultimately hope takes place under the pall of the Great Recession, and the author, B. Fox, is at their best when describing this oh-so-recent toxic milieu of economic and emotional hardships that left millions scarred.
There’s a certain naivety in James that permeates the limited first-person narration, and if the book has any faults it is when it falls into those classic traps of first-person narration: over-explanation of feelings and lack of alternative ideas/mindsets to counter the drama. James is a nice guy, with a great imagination, but he’s also a bit dull and not very complex. It made me long to get inside the heads of the only other characters who get fleshed out - of course, to a limited degree, through the mind of James only - his estranged father, and the waitress of his dreams, Karen. That being said, when James’ imagination runs wild with his city designs, the novel retains its footing and gives the reader a vividly depicted front-row seat to someone else’s creative spark. It becomes impossible not to sympathize with and root for the guy.
Paper Castles is not typically the type of novel I would read, but it still won me over. Fox’s work is a well-written, quick, breezy read that still carries emotional weight. It’s surprisingly cinematic, and I could imagine it as a movie from the time period in which it takes place…a quirky indie dramedy like Garden State or 500 Days of Summer. If that’s your type of thing, then I highly recommend.