Something Shiny

I can’t remember how it is that Sam Savage’s The Cry of the Sloth found it’s way into my hold request list at the library, but it showed up and I’m not quite sure what to make of it.

It’s written as a collection of a correspondences from the main character (Andy, I think?) to his tenants, ex-wife, colleagues, among others. I believe it’s meant to document the downward spiral of the character, but he’s already downright pitiful and if it’s meant to be a downward spiral from here (as opposed to to here), it may be too much to bear.

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From Publishers Weekly

Starred Review. Middle-aged underachiever Andy Whittaker plots a preposterous literary festival in this scathingly funny epistolary pastiche from Firmin author Savage. Andy is the editor of Soap, an inconsequential literary magazine ridiculed by rival The Art News, which Andy dismisses as the in-house journal for a tiny clique of very conventional, very middle-class writers and painters. His wife, Jolie, has left him, his mother is dying and the apartment buildings inherited from his father are crumbling. Fern Moss, a precocious poetess, taunts Andy with provocative poems and photos, while Dahlberg Stint, a hardware store employee and former Soap contributor, sends increasingly sinister threats. After his phone is shut off, a beleaguered Andy hunkers down to compose plaintive letters to Jolie, excuses for not visiting his mother, dismissive replies to Soap hopefuls, snide notes to his tenants, pitiful missives to a former one-night-stand, fake letters to the editor and prose poems, little existential parables of tedium and despair, set in Africa probably. Andy’s self-aggrandizing and self-pitying grow more desperate as Savage expertly skewers Andy’s comically insufferable exterior to reveal the tragic if insubstantial soul of a frustrated writer. (Sept.)
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