If you’ve read William Boyle’s Gravesend (my review of which you can find here), you will certainly remember Amy. In fact, Boyle’s latest, The Lonely Witness, begins pretty much where Gravesend ends. Amy’s girlfriend, Alessandra has left Amy and Gravesend where she grew up to pursue an acting career in Los Angeles. Leaving Amy, raised in Queens, on her own, a foreigner in a place in which Alessandra is her only connection. No wonder that wherever Amy looks she is reminded of her girl friend. Though no longer a bar-hopper, Amy’s relationship with the world has become, in the intervening time, and, despite her efforts to the contrary, more complicated than ever. To get her life back to basics, Amy has rejoined the church and spends much of her time visiting old people, taking communion to them and, in general, making sure they’re okay. One elderly woman she sees complains about the son of a friend who has been visiting her, only to to rummage through her things, as though in search of something to steal. Amy meets him, takes an instant dislike to him, and, wanting to know what he’s up to, decides to follow him. While doing so, she witnesses his murder. Moreover, despite the dying man’s pleas, she, thinking of what a low-life he is or perhaps of an event that occurred when she was a teenager, does nothing to help him. It’s at that point that things, as they say, turn from bad to worse, and Amy’s life goes from simply messy to a whole lot messier.
Caught up in her own little world, Amy might have various flaws but she tries to do her best in a world over which she has no control. And no matter what she does, it only seems to make matters worse. But Boyle’s novel is not just character-driven, it’s also driven by his sense of that part of the world he is writing about. While his portrayal of Amy and various others is invariably convincing, what, for me, works equally well are those instances in which he conjures up the place in which she Amy lives. Particularly when Boyle reels off places in a litany of remembrance, the rhythms of which are not only evocative but poetic; like a series of time-lapsed photos of a place that, for better or worse, straining to retain a fractured sense of community:
“Amy watches storefronts zip by through the open window, hoping to avoid any other interaction with the driver. Tile and marble store. Tire shop. Tasty Chicken. Tasty Bagels. Paint store. The Utrecht branch of the library. East Ocean Buffet. Threading salon. Marshall’s. New Utrecht Avenue brings the El with it where it intersects Eighty-Sixth Street, Capelli’s Funeral Home on the corner. Under the El, red lights flash. Brake lights. Double-parked cars. A woman on a treadmill in the window of a brightly lit 24 Hour Fitness. Duke’s Deli. That Polish restaurant. Meats Supreme. Cigar Emporium. A few sushi joints Amy doesn’t remember being there before. A Popeyes with Chinese writing on the sign.”
The Lonely Witness (pub date May 1st) is a tense, and, at times, darkly funny, thriller. Reminiscent of writers from Daniel Fuchs to George Pelecanos, it’s safe to say that if you liked Gravesend, you’ll love The Lonely Witness. And if you haven’t read Gravesend, you will no doubt want to do so after reading The Lonely Witness.
Woody Haut’s latest book is Days of Smoke, published in all formats by Concord EPress.