THE DECEPTIONS

A middle-aged Manhattanite uses ancient art as a respite from her tumultuous personal and professional life.

The narrator of Bialosky’s latest novel tells us on the opening page: “Something terrible has happened and I don’t know what to do.” The “something” is revealed only gradually, but there are many things in the woman’s life going wrong: her son’s flailing first year at a fancy liberal arts college in Maine, the passionless marriage she endures, a career as a teacher and poet that has always seemed to hover on the brink of Major Literary Figure without ever quite getting there. The only people who ever seem to truly understand her plight are her neighbor’s daughter, an intellectual girl who turns to the narrator for mentorship, and the Visiting Poet, a man who has recently blown through the narrator’s life, leaving her reeling in the aftermath. To cope, she obsessively visits the Metropolitan Museum of Art, turning to ancient art and its myths, finding solace even in the face of unthinkable betrayals. Bialosky’s premise here—that female artists are subjected to artistic, emotional, psychological, and physical ravages that have prevented their full blooming—is admirable; one feels that Bialosky, the author of five collections of poetry as well as a memoir about poetry, among other works, is speaking at least partly for herself. But the novel goes lightly over scenes that have dramatic potential, such as the narrator’s son being assaulted at school, and pours a great deal of energy into detailed recountings of the Met’s holdings, complete with photos. The result reads more like a guidebook written by an earnest docent than the page-turning suspense novel, or even the meditative volume of lyric poems, it might have been.

A well-intentioned but didactic paean to the life of the imagination.