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It's been 10 years since Lorrie Moore published a new book. Her last was the best-selling short story collection, "Birds Of America." For Moore's many restless fans, including book critic Maureen Corrigan, the long wait for a new book is finally over. Maureen has a review of Lorrie Moore's new novel, "A Gate At The Stairs."
MAUREEN CORRIGAN: Lorrie Moore's style is one of kind. Her day job is teaching writing at the University of Wisconsin, but the irony there is that unlike say, Hemingway or Dostoyevsky, the style of Moore's own short stories and novels could never be taught through worshipful imitation. It's swirling and wry and messy and sucks you in like a literary cyclone, so that you feel like you're at the center of some great life force, even if you can't always understand the meaning of all the things whipping around you. And that feeling of simultaneous wonder and bemusement is intensified to the max in Moore's latest natural phenomenon of a novel, called "A Gate at the Stairs."
As in her last novel, "Who Will Run the Frog Hospital?" which came out in 1994, Moore uses the convention here of an adult narrator looking back on her younger self. In the present time of the novel, the fall of 2001, Tassie Keltjin is a 20-year-old college student in the Midwest. Untethered from her childhood on the family farm, Tassie is eager to be seduced by ideas. She encapsulates the excitement of college thusly: Twice a week, a young professor named Thad, dressed in jeans and a tie, stood before a lecture hall of stunned farm kids like me and spoke thrillingly of Henry James's masturbation of the comma. I was riveted. I had never before seen a man wearing jeans with a tie.
Tassie is also ready to be emotionally seduced by people. And she finds herself swept up into the lives of a sophisticated couple named Edward, a research scientist, and Sarah, owner of an upscale restaurant. When Tassie first meets Sarah, she describes her as one of those women who instead of laughing said, that's funny, or instead of smiling said, that's interesting.
The couple hires her to be a part-time nanny for the child they hope to adopt. And because they're white and their toddler daughter, when she arrives from foster care, is part-black, political questions about race and adoption come to the fore. Back on the farm, Tassie's younger, goof-off brother, Robert, is graduating high school, and he decides to join the military and head over to Afghanistan as a way of sidestepping his alternative fate, the local diesel driving school. By novel's end, everything that seems solid in Tassie's life sorrowfully melts into air.
If you're one of those paranoid readers who believes that every detail means something — and in a Lorrie Moore story, you can never be too paranoid — you might catch on to the fact before I did that the "A Gate At The Stairs" surrealistically layers the essential "Jane Eyre" elements of a hyper-observant nanny - a governess, if you will, a key character of mixed race, a dread secret, and a remote cad of an employer named Edward.
It's alone worth reading this novel just to see how Moore, on her last page, raucously upends the famous closing lines of "Jane Eyre": Reader, I married him. But the overarching reason to read Moore is to surrender yourself to how perceptively she reads the world. Sometimes her language makes you laugh, because you're taken by surprise by how on target it is, like when Tassie describes her middle-aged mother's thickening face as being framed in a cameo of meat.
Other times, Moore's ability to nail the ineffable is chilling. When Edward enters the story for the first time, late for an adoption meeting with the birth mother no less, Tassie describes how he looks around the room and then turned to his own paper cup of coffee, which he sipped from as if it were not just delicious but urgent. And I could see he was showing us himself, his aquiline profile, so that for a minute he did not have to trouble himself to admire us but to soak up our appreciation of him. I could see it was his habit to imperceptively dominate and insult. Maybe that's too much for any college kid — or even for the older Tassie — to read into a pose. But, who cares? Moore's penetrating and singular voice as a writer is one I could listen to for years and years.
GROSS: Maureen Corrigan teaches literature at Georgetown University. She reviewed "A Gate At The Stairs," by Lorrie Moore. You can download podcasts of our show on our Web site, freshair.npr.org.
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