FAREWELL TRANSMISSION

Following his memoir of life in the African nation of Lesotho, Everything Lost Is Found Again, McGrath delivers this set of essays, several of which return there and to neighboring African countries.

Among the most compelling, if infuriating, is a sketch of imperious White mine operators who, years after the nation’s independence, continue to scorn the intelligence and work ethic of Africans. “Let’s see what happens when we go,” said one contractor. “This country would fall apart without us.” Another essay that exposes White privilege finds McGrath in a scarcely populated part of Namibia, where he ponders an iconic noose, with all its hints of racism and violence. The author enjoys a good mystery, and one beguiling piece is just that, involving the misadventures of an iPhone, lost in the Hamptons, that improbably landed in Yemen, a journey tracked by software. Not all of the pieces quite work—e.g., an essay that intercuts the murder of a homeless woman in Phoenix with a portrait of the Renaissance painter and general ne’er-do-well Caravaggio. The occasional misfire notwithstanding, McGrath frames most of his stories so invitingly that one can’t help but read on, as when he asks, “Why does one go to an Elvis Presley impersonator festival in the county of Simcoe, in the province of Ontario, in the country of Canada, on the planet of Earth?” Less lighthearted but beautifully written is a tour de force exploring a tangled friendship with a homeless Black man, dying of cancer, who ran afoul of the medical orthodoxy, in part by admitting that he would try to find crack upon being released from the hospital. McGrath asked a ward nurse, “So why should Willie have to die on your drugs instead of his drugs?” It’s another good question, one of many.

A mixed bag but with some exceptional, Pushcart-worthy pieces of observation and reportage.