BOOK
REVIEW by Willard Manus
IT WILL END
WITH US, by Sam Savage, is a novel written in a most unusual way: a series
of brief paragraphs which sometimes read like diary entries, other times
like descriptions from a book of recollections. The mosaic effect is enhanced
by the authors skillful use of language, his vivid, poetically-charged
prose style.
Writing in a female voice, that of Eve Annette Trezevant Taggart of Spring
Hope, South Carolina, Savage goes back and forth in time, sounding one
moment like a young girl, the next like a disillusioned, sorrowful old
woman. Whatever her age, though, Eve is always trying to make sense of
her life, come to terms with it.
Although
Eve remembers fleeting moments of well-being as a child--they were usually
connected to her love of pictures, books and music (especially Wagner)--
her upbringing was anything but happy. To begin with, her parents were
mismatched: father a stolid, philistine shopkeeper; mother a woman with
a desperate, even tragic need to be an artist.
Her mothers failure to achieve success as a writer or poet destroyed
her in the end; I have become dust, she tells Eve, just before
being carted off to a mental institution.
Eve herself also tries and fails to become an artist, but unlike her mother
she has the strength and resilience to keep from cracking up. And she
is also able to channel her thwarted ambitions into the writing of this
novel, which she likens to the opening of the drawers in a family cupboard
and discovering linen that had never been used and that fell apart
in our hands when
we took it out later, like the past, it occurs to me now, locked away
in all the little drawers, opening them now and finding it has crumbled
away.
(Coffee House Press, $12.95 ppbk; coffeehousepress.org)
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