THE EXHIBITION OF PERSEPHONE Q

A young woman wanders the nighttime streets of post–9/11 New York in search of answers to the mysterious disappearance of herself.

One night, Persephone Q, or Percy for short, wakes up to find she no longer recognizes her husband. The man beside her is definitely Misha—her new husband, whom she’d married in the heady rush just after the Sept. 11 attacks, despite having known him for only four months—but it seems to Percy as if he has aged a whole decade overnight, leaving her behind. What’s worse, her response to Misha’s sudden unfamiliarity is “a small and violent impulse” to pinch his airways shut. Bewildered by her own behavior and pregnant with a baby she cannot seem to tell her husband about, Percy launches herself into the equally bewildered streets of a city in which posters for those still missing from the World Trade Center attacks “cropped up in bursts, like desperate plants, clambering over telephone poles, the entrances to trains, fences….” In the midst of Percy’s increasingly insomniac wanderings comes a mysterious package advertising the gallery opening for an exhibition of Percy’s ex-fiance’s photographs. The exhibition, entitled The Exhibition of Persephone Q, opened the day after the attacks and features image after image of a nude woman asleep in a red room in which, as the photographs progress, familiar domestic objects are replaced by creeping moss or tangled tree limbs and the skyline of the city outside is altered or erased. It is clear to Percy that the unnamed woman in the photographs is herself and the red bedroom is the one she used to live in when she and her ex-fiance were still engaged, yet no one—perhaps not even she—can see the resemblance. What follows in Stevens’ dreamlike first novel is a delicate and drifting exploration of Percy’s relationships with friends, lovers, neighbors, and the many not-quite strangers who form the fabric of city life. As Percy wanders, New York itself is reflected through the prism of her many identities—“The woman [she] was with Misha, a wife who loved her husband and yet tried to kill him all the same…the woman in the pictures, peaceful and asleep, albeit a little bit dead; also a mother; a daughter; a somnambulist who could not sleep”—in luminous prose that captures the essence of a place in the middle of its most defining transformation.

A stellar debut.