Cruisers by Craig Nova dwells principally within the worlds of Russell Boyd, a state trooper, and Frank Kohler, a computer repair specialist. Their stories are told in alternating sections, with an exception or two. Russell is on night patrols and living with a special needs teacher named Zofia. She’s lovely, accommodating, and worried about the dangers of Russell’s work. Her needs and demands are quiescent until midway through she discovers she’s pregnant and thinks it better to have an abortion than have a baby with a man in a line of work as dangerous as Russell’s. Russell is a stoic, deeply taken with Zofia, but a stoic, as many men are: he has a job to do.
Frank Kohler is more of an internal exile. His tarty mother was murdered when he was a boy and he saw her body parts crammed into a box on the side of the river. He lives alone but has an explosive quality, searching for conflict. At the same time, he’s lonely, and so he proceeds to obtain a Russian bride named Katryna through an agency. Katryna meets his needs, but not her own. She, too, is pregnant and wants an abortion, perhaps because the father is still in Russia; his name is Dmitri, and when she beckons to him, he manages to visit and disrupt Frank’s marriage and bring the killer in Frank to the fore.
This is a well-written, carefully paced story that provides a good natural background (New England in winter, dingy, dark, mucky) to the events that unfold when Frank and Russell ultimately have their foreshadowed encounter, which in itself is an elaborate and graphic scene on the side of a mountain somewhere near the Vermont/New Hampshire border.
The writers who come to mind when one reads Nova are DeLillo and Auster, though Nova isn’t as arch in constructing a rationale for his noirish tale: he finds it along the highways lined with Mr. Tire stores and Burger Kings and enlivens it just a bit with a foray into fox hunting.
Generally, Nova writes close to the skin of his tale without being minimalist or cute. His characters notice things, scents, colors, patterns of clouds in the sky; they’re fairly direct with one another when they tell the truth and when they lie.
At the end, after the crescendo, there’s an odd chapter that dips into an unsolved subplot and resolves it. I suppose it’s there because Nova wants to illustrate the fact that bad things will continue to go on despite the main story’s brutal climax, and Russell is still wedded to his work, looking for meaning in the thought processes of a state trooper engaged with yet another villain—it’s how he interprets or decodes reality, what he’s “about,” I suppose. How he got this way other than time on the job isn’t made clear, but he’s convincingly committed to what he does, and there is a way in which keeps the moral order of the universe under control. Otherwise guys like Frank and women like Katryna would just disruptively “happen,” and screw up a lot of lives in the process.