'Bruiser', is a beautiful, distilled oddity, that was such a pleasure to read, it left me sad to finish it. It is a story about the adventures of two men - a young man barely out of his teens and a middle aged English man named Paul, who finds himself, for reasons we don't really know, in Chicago. Both are running from their lives. The younger, Adrian, embarks on his escape at the age of 19 fleeing the boxing gym and his waiter job after meeting Paul who offers to take him on a road trip through the American mid west and onto the promises of a new world.
Though physically a strong youth, Adrian becomes ill, and it is not so clear whats going on as first he tries to hide his symptoms ,worried they might indicate AIDS - just a quick note this was written in 1997. These symptoms come and go, and he confuses everyone by bizarre acts to throw off doctors and Paul and us, to his own amusement - but it becomes evident that it is less about the physical disease than the trauma of the past that seems to surface.
Paul, on one hand is the sobering voice, yet we feel he too has gone through similar experiences but never duly moved on. An Englishman of various citizenships, we learn he went to boarding school. Not much more is said, but rather implied. There were ' girlfriends' ,and maybe one fling with another man in the past, but we get the impression Paul has not fulfilled his romantic desires. Even when he meets the hot young boxer/waiter Adrian he never really lets himself go. Sex, even at the beginning is slightly tame and it wanes pretty quickly. Instead, the litany of bodily fluids in the text are the results of physical and emotional strain. Blood, sweat, tears, mucus, even skin stained with marker saturate the text.
Trauma runs though 'Bruiser' much like the threatening thunder that rumbles under the American mid western skies. As they drive through states from motel to motel, on their way down to South America. During their stop offs, they recant tales of their pasts - sometimes they are stories, sometimes truths sometimes we don't know.
There is a story within a story at some point in the book, where Paul seemingly makes a up a tale while drunk with Adrian one night. This is probably the nearest Paul goes to uncover his own past, or at the least explore his own psychology. It is story that is well on the Sadean scale : torture, rape, incest, brutal violence - the works. A short fantasy/nightmare which works to make the rest of the text more mundane, yet none the less disturbing. Perhaps even more so.
By the time we reach near the end of this book, its clear what seemed like a straight forward road trip adventure isn't quiet so. The past, of course has a habit of finding you just when you thought you could escape and so the pair find themselves having to adjust to some new kind reality. Paul, the sole narrator, describes the feeling of unsettlement as he surveys the ethereal, new world, that twinkles with a haunting sense of ambivalence.