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Before we meet our conversants, a little context. Sylvia Beach brought out James Joyce's Ulysses 81 years ago, in Paris, on the author's 40th birthdayand for a certain kind of writer, and a certain kind of reader, the novel has never been the same. As Stanislaw Lem has written, Joyce "condensed the Odyssey into a single Dublin day" and "with an army of four hundred thousand words descended upon Victorianism, which was demolished with all the stylistics that lay at the disposal of the pen, from stream of consciousness to trial deposition." This year alone, two high-profile works of literary fiction have drawn from Joyce's masterpiece. In Nobelist J.M. Coetzee's Elizabeth Costello, the titular character is the author of The House on Eccles Street, in which the heroine is Marion (Molly) Bloom, wife of Leopold, the advertising man who forms part of Ulysses' wandering dyad. The other half, young Stephen Dedalus, can be seen, refracted, in the figure of Eric Packer, the 28-year-old master of the universe in avowed Joycean Don DeLillo's recent Cosmopolis, which unfolds on one fateful Gotham dayin crosstown traffic, no less.
But 2003's most stylistically Ulyssean offerings come from first-time novelist Andrew Lewis Conn, author of the audacious P (Soft Skull), and Todd McEwen, whose fourth novel, Who Sleeps With Katz (Granta), is just about the best thing I've read all year. Both take Manhattan for a canvas, and transpire in 24 hours or less. And both marry refreshingly extravagant prose (acronyms and exclamation points aplenty in P, many delirious italics and CAPITAL LETTERS and sometimes ALL-CAP ITALICS in Katz) to simple, heartbreaking narratives: Conn's pornographer Benji Seymour mourns lost love Penelope and helps locate missing girl Finn, while McEwen's radio announcer MacK (say it like the knife) walks downtown to reveal his just-learned terminal lung-cancer diagnosis to bosom friend (and bookseller) Isidor. In a relaxed conversation at the Gramercy Park Hotel's High Bar recentlyrelaxed despite the nonstop piping of the greatest dance hits of the '70sConn (b. 1973) and McEwen (b. 1953) talked about their influences, Joycean and otherwise, and the shoe-leather-lacerating inspiration of this our town.
Conn, a native Brooklynite, started writing P when he was 23. "I had just read Ulysses, and to read it at that age is sort of a shattering experience. If you have any self-respect, you'll just put your pen down and never write again," he says. "Or you can wrestle with the book." The resulting smackdown is both reverential and original. Conn explicitly adopts many of Joyce's formal conceits, but transcends mere homage with vigorous set pieces. He transposes Ulysses' "Circe" chapter, a stage-directed trawl through Dublin's nighttown, into a phantasmagoric screenplay in which the Disney Store in Times Square becomes a pornosophical whorehouse; apropos Disney's appropriation of Hugo's Hunchback, a sign reads "WELCOME TO QUASI-LAND!" P mimics the big U.'s concluding "Penelope" chapterMolly Bloom's nearly punctuation-free interior monologuebut there's a subtle, poignant twist: Instead of the words pouring out of Benji's late, lamented mate (and onetime on-screen co-star), Penelope Pigeon, the stream of consciousness belongs to the divorced mother of Finn, a startling note of optimism to cap an often wrenching tale.
Allusions abound. A rival porn purveyor is known as Scylla & Charybdis; there's a Bloomian cast to Benji's staccato impressions as he drifts through the no-man's-land around Penn Station. Ithaca, home in Homer, is the acknowledged title of Ulysses' penultimate chapter, and in P it becomes a real place againthe upstate town that's home to Benji's (and Conn's) alma mater, Cornell. Which is, of course, where Vladimir Nabokovanother of Conn's literary heroeslectured on, among other things, Ulysses; P pays tribute to that other master with a cameo by Vivian Darkbloom, Nabokov's anagrammatic double, followed by a female pornographer named "Winnow Screenlad," who is (eureka!) Conn's lexical twin. (Conn screenladdishly works in movie PR, and has written for Film Comment.)
Set mostly on June 17, 1996 (Father's Day, and a day after Joyce's Bloomsday), P turns ambient cultural details into part of its grand design. "The real research came in finding out when it rained, what was on TV that day," says Conn. "There's a scene when Finn goes into a magazine store and reads the covers of all the magazines and newspapers. Patrimony's such a great theme in the book, and the day it's set is the day after Michael Jordan had just returned to the NBA and won the championshipafter his father was murderedand all the covers of the newspapers said 'One for Dad.' " Leafing through Conn's book, McEwen spots a mention of the host of TV's Love Connection. "That is excellent," he says. "The first and only time Chuck Woolery has appeared in a work of literature." He imagines future scholars debating its significance: "Who was he? Who was Chuck Woolery?"
If P captures mid-'90s Manhattan with reportorial precision, Who Sleeps With Katz freely mingles eras and attitudes, evoking the invisible Gotham in each of our skullsportable, idiosyncratic, eternal. Decades sound like stretches of blocks, and vice versa: "West 58th felt like a New Yorker cover in the Seventies," "The apartment buildings of Broadway in the 90s look heroic in a certain lightor perhaps if you are being heroic." The friends at the core of McEwen's book harbor an aggressive nostalgia that burns as bright as the fatal tobacco so dear to MacK and Isidor.
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