DEAD IN LONG BEACH, CALIFORNIA

A graphic novelist grapples—or doesn't—with the suicide of her brother.

When graphic novelist Coral Brown walks into her brother’s studio apartment in Long Beach, California, she doesn’t initially realize that Jay is dead by his own hand. After his body is whisked away by EMTs, she notices a text message on his cell phone from his college-age daughter, Khadija, wondering if she can postpone a planned dinner. The message seems to break Coral, who responds to her brother’s death first with anger (“More dead shit. It never ends. For me. And sometimes it gets to be about me, okay. I am a person. I’m not some kind gay nun with a credit card. I have shit to do"), then with stunning denial—she decides to answer Jay’s messages from Khadija and other people as if she were him, later setting up social media profiles for him, refusing to admit to herself that he’s gone. She goes about her own life, brunching with friends, appearing at a comic convention, and meeting people on a dating app. She also gets sucked back into her younger days, recalling previous relationships, a custody battle Jay had with Khadija’s mother, and the deaths of her parents. The debut novel from short story author Blackburn is narrated by a mysterious “we”—perhaps characters from Coral’s book, perhaps multiple versions of herself, perhaps both. Despite the heavy subject matter, sensitively handled, this is frequently a deeply funny novel: Long Beach is “an oily, salty city nicknamed Weirdbeach by those not likely to fly a gay pride flag on their lawns anytime soon,” and Khadija “loved amusement parks the way chefs love cardamom and pretentious knives.” Blackburn shares a deep intellect and odd sensibility with authors like George Saunders and Rion Amilcar Scott, but this novel is its own thing: intelligent, bizarre, and brilliantly written.

An astonishing debut novel from a remarkably creative writer.