Last Night in Twisted River
A life on the lam leads to a career as a novelist in John Irving’s new novel.
Can we sponsor a career day for literary novelists? Not to force them to abandon their IBM Selectrics or bound notebooks and become executive assistants, drill sergeants, or firemen. Rather, it’s to suggest other occupations that their characters might pursue.Skip to next paragraph
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It may help if I explain that this is the fifth novel in a row that I have reviewed where the main character becomes a writer. Three out of the five were highly successful works of fiction, but I’m thinking the adage “write what you know” has been thoroughly exercised for the fall of 2009.
And John Irving’s new novel, Last Night in Twisted River, is just so much better before young Daniel Baciagalupo puts pen to paper. Opening with the accidental death of a teenager at a logging camp in New Hampshire, the first section is as taut and compelling and as good as anything Irving has ever written. I thought I was heading for another “The Cider House Rules,” my personal favorite of his novels. But the full reading experience ended up being more like “A Widow for One Year,” where one outstanding section has to carry the weight of the whole book. And at 554 pages, that’s a lot to carry.
Watching young Angel Pope slip beneath the logs in the river are the cook of the logging camp and his 12-year-old son, both of whom loved the boy.
“The cook had an aura of controlled apprehension about him, as if he routinely anticipated the most unforeseen disasters, and there was something about his son’s seriousness that reflected this; in fact, the boy looked so much like his father that several of the woodsmen had expressed their surprise that the son didn’t also walk with his dad’s pronounced limp.” How Dominic Baciagalupo acquired that limp, and the accident that killed his wife, Rosie, are his son Daniel’s favorite stories. Neither his dad nor his dad’s best friend, Ketchum, a “raging woodsman” with a loyal heart and decided opinions about everything, will talk about the night that led to the christening of Dead Woman Dam. That falls to Injun Jane, the camp’s dishwasher and Dominic’s lover.
Then another accidental death sends Daniel and Dominic running from local law enforcement, a girlfriend-beating bully of a man known as Constable Carl. In order to protect his son, Dominic goes underground in Boston’s North End.
Carl, it must be said, is no Inspector Javert. He lacks the drive and relentless implacability necessary to power a decades-long manhunt. Barring his homicidal tendencies, he’s more like the boorish former schoolmate you avoid at all costs at high school reunions – and he shows up about as often.