THE LUNAR HOUSEWIFE

A young woman navigates the treacherous terrain of Manhattan’s early 1950s literary scene.

If only Louise, Woods’ plucky heroine, had any idea of exactly how treacherous literati can be. A transplant from Ossining, Louise is writing a “romantic fantasy” called The Lunar Housewife, set in an indeterminate but far from post-Soviet future. Chapters from Lunar, the novel within this novel, are interspersed throughout, as Louise writes while trying to negotiate real life in 1953. Pulling off an interview with Ernest Hemingway, she hopes to gain credibility and a byline at Downtown, the new magazine her boyfriend, Joe, and his colleague Harry founded, mixing intellectual commentary with cheesecake, like Playboy or Esquire—although the author’s note reveals it’s actually based on the Paris Review. The parlance is convincingly of the ’50s, and Woods’ phrases are well turned. Increasingly, Lunar Housewife tracks Louise’s life: Both Louise and her protagonist, Katherine, encounter boyfriends and governments one can’t quite trust—Joe may be embroiled with the CIA, and Harry fears that his apartment is bugged. Katherine, an American defector to Soviet Russia, is sent to set up housekeeping on the moon with Sergey, a Soviet army deserter–turned-cosmonaut; as the two fall in love, they are monitored by a “visio-telespeaker.” Louise and her creation each become pregnant, which amps up the parallel dangers. Louise’s portrayal of Russians as human and Hemingway’s putative novel in progress praising Castro might be endangering both authors. (Woods’ “Papa” may be a cliché, but he’s a scene-stealer.) During this time of the House Un-American Activities Committee, with the Korean War winding down and the Cold War heating up, the Russians appear to be the obvious villains. The truth, as Woods suggests, none too subtly, is more complicated: The U.S. establishment is not just blacklisting artists, but, through violence and/or bribery, censoring any cultural reference that does not glorify American capitalism.

A sinister message that may not be all that far-fetched.