THE RED ARROW

Financial and psychological problems send a writer on an unusual odyssey in this exceptional debut.

Here’s a first novel by a published poet about an American in Europe having trouble completing a writing project—echoes of Ben Lerner’s Leaving the Atocha Station. Maybe more poets should write novels, for, like Lerner, Brewer has crafted a good one. His unnamed narrator is a painter by training who finds surprising success with a story collection and lands a big advance for a first novel. It doesn’t go well. He has been coping for some 20 years with suicidal depression, which visits him as something he calls the Mist and now saps what little faith he has in his writing. When his deadline arrives, he has managed to spend the advance without producing a page. He’s sort of saved by a ghostwriting gig for a physicist that will work down the narrator’s debt to his publisher. Then the physicist disappears, which is where Brewer’s mostly flashback novel begins, with the narrator in Italy on a train known as “the red arrow,” bound for the town where he hopes to find the missing man. While traveling, he visits many memories: of painting, of a chemical spill in his West Virginia hometown, of the smart, supportive woman he married, of an ailing friend’s suggestion for therapy. And always there is the Mist, oppressing him and—somewhat, unavoidably—the narrative. From the first page, the narrator teases with allusions to a “treatment” he has had that he’ll explain later, “because if I do so now, I’ll lose you.” The therapy is certainly unusual and is bound up with coincidences and confluences that touch on the physicist, theories of time, and references to W.G. Sebald’s Vertigo, Geoff Dyer’s book on D.H. Lawrence, and Michael Pollan’s on changing your mind.

A first-rate work that intrigues and entertains.