THIS CITY IS EMPTY

In this novel, a patient tries to save a man through friendship and love—with some angels looking on and help from Middle Eastern wisdom.

Willie Owen is in a very bad way. He got a taste of happiness as a talented high school and college football star, but that soured quickly in the face of his dysfunctional upbringing. His mother demeaned him; his father was distant; and the two eventually divorced. As is often the case, Willie blamed the problems mostly on himself. His own marriage is no better; he lives like a ghost in the same house with his wife and two kids. As a custodian at the M.D. Anderson Cancer Center in Houston, he meets Wisam, a young man from Lebanon who is dying of lung cancer. For Wisam, the glass is always half—no, three-quarters—full. In fact, he is a self-appointed angel figure, determined to teach Willie how to be happy. After many painful, even slogging chapters—including Wisam’s family’s horrifying story—Willie may be on the path to success. Abdullaoglu is clearly an author who writes from the heart. The only striking physical action occurs when Willie gets fed up with the rude and cynical Dr. Stevens, the book’s foil, and decks him. This is a philosophical novel that poses the question (among others): How can a person find happiness? Or, put another way, how can one break the chains that years of unhappiness forge? One thinks of E.A. Robinson’s haunting lines “Familiar as an old mistake, / And futile as regret.” That is the Willie who agonizes in silence, a case study in the corrosive effects of anger and the possible salvation that lies in forgiveness. These are not new ideas. One could easily call them bromides, and Willie’s arc may seem a bit simple and obvious to many readers. But the author has created two strong characters in Willie and Wisam and added some genuine wisdom and intriguing developments.

An engaging tale that wears its sincerity proudly and offers readers spiritual sustenance.