The Radiant City Paperback – Apr 17 2006
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The shimmering surfaces of urban landscapes and the reality of their gritty substrate seem to have left their mark on Montreal-born writer Lauren B. Davis. Her well-received first novel, The Stubborn Season, rooted itself in the thinly masked prejudices, madness, and turmoil of Toronto during the Great Depression. Her second novel, The Radiant City, finds purchase in Paris-a city that, to the bedazzled visitor, radiates the light mythologized in recent history. Yet for the displaced survivors of the worlds horrors who try to make a new life there, it proves more danger zone than haven.
The novel centers around Matthew Bowles, a freelance war correspondent struggling with post-traumatic stress following an incident in Hebron that shattered more than one life. When hes released from an Israeli hospital, scarred and still in shock, he forfeits certainty, his work, a long-term relationship, and his vision of himself as a good man. He needs money, so he accepts a New York publishers advance to write his memoir. In Paris, a good city to be fucked up in, he discovers that his demons paralyze him, and surviving another day is all he can manage. People think that if it is true, what he and others like him have to say about the world, then the world is too horrible, too terrifying to continue living in He weeps for a long time, and when he is done he reaches for the sleeping pills he keeps handy and takes more than he should.
Matthew reconnects with an old colleague-a sometime mercenary and photographer, Jack Saddler, who describes himself as a deranged-[Vietnam] Vet-ex-con-war-junkie with a drinking problem. Saddlers chutzpah once saved their lives in Kosovo. Teaming up again with Jack leads Matthew down a booby-trapped path that entwines his life with the lives of other walking wounded: New York ex-cop Anthony who sports a metal plate in his head; Suzi, a track-marked French prostitute hell-bent on finding relief from the pain of losing her daughter; and Saida, whose diminished family fled death in Lebanon only to drift apart while running a café near Matthews apartment. These people all know about lugging a sack of skulls.
In the shadowy labyrinth of cosmopolitan Paris, each hopes to find shelter and escape from guilt, loss, loneliness, and the mental shellshock that continues to haunt them. However, no one new is ever allowed to forget the differences between those who are at home here and those like themselves who have been uprooted with little or no chance of going back. As a neighbour of Saidas remarks, You Arabs letting your children run the streets. Criminals and drug addicts. It will be the death of France! Saida worries about her father, who has never found his way in this country, never healed-as though anyone could-from the loss of so many family members. According to Matthew, its builders made Paris a visually perfect jewel of a city so that as you go down for the third time at least you have something beautiful to look at.
Beautiful prose is not what this book is built on; there is nothing ornamental, frivolous, or pretty. Dazzling images are limited; encapsulating insights are infrequent. Sentences, viewed individually, generally dont warrant singular admiration or reconsideration. Instead, the language thats utilized is straightforward, cutting to the chase in journalistic fashion.
They head along Saint-Germain, but as they walk they hear a commotion of some sort ahead of them, and Matthews skin tightens. He glances at Jack who, frowning, peers over the heads of the sidewalk crowd. There are voices, some shouting. Car horns. Someone has a bullhorn. Matthew tries to make out the words and cannot.
But this is not to say that the sum of the parts leaves no lasting impression. The writing communicates with precision and immediacy, and has a cumulative impact.
Paris disappears. He tastes dust. The world reduces to the need to seek cover. He hears shots, people screaming, sees small bursts of flame around him. He covers his head and crawls on his elbows and knees, kicking out where he must He screams. Obscenities. Loudly. Someone trips on him and he scrapes his knuckles He wants the noise to stop. Just make it fucking stop!
Meticulous details are also part of the recipe to evoke a sureness of place and time, even though there are moments when the lush offering of directions seems less than crucial to the telling of the story, when the step-by-step street names the characters encounter are distracting and only highlight the authors ten years of residency.
Nevertheless, its difficult to put the book down. The gripping cinematic progression is almost disconcerting-unable to turn away, we become the literary equivalent of highway rubber-neckers slowing to gawp at a tragic mess. Whether conjuring atmosphere or emotion or ugliness, the fragmentation and bareness of the prose slices past the wafer-thin charm of surfaces to reveal a deeper reality: the truth of lives undone by violence.
Themes that take on topical issues often set off warning bells. Even here, the temptation might be to respond: Sure, the potential for violence stalks us at all times. Do we need to be shown yet again that the world is a horrible place because of it? Despite fictions capacity for prodding awareness, it can also become a didactic finger poking foreheads hard. But Davis preserves the personal human aspect. And therein lies another of the books strengths. This story doesnt delve so much into political conflict as it does into conflict on the individual level: it focuses on the blurred greyness between right and wrong, where a person can be caught between us and them. And it forces us, along with the fictional characters, to ask how to be in the world as it is: I wonder whos going to be good for us, Matt? Who are we going to be good for? Anthony walks away then, just like that, and the place where he stood feels empty, a vacant spot in the shape of his body. Its not really the place that makes the difference; its the person.
Matthew Bowles recalls how light can blind as well as reveal. It can save someone who wanders too close to an unseen edge, but it can just as easily betray a person cowering in a hidden place. The Radiant City reveals whats beyond the splendour of a setting or the calm expression on a face. This is smooth, engaging writing that doesnt flinch from the rawness that for so many people is life. Light is neutral and indifferent. We cant afford to be. Perhaps thats the most important revelation of all.
Ingrid Ruthig (Books in Canada)
-- Books in Canada
Davis's keen sense of atmosphere, her eye for detail. The Radiant City is a compelling read,illuminating in its insight, first rate, left us craving more. -- The Montreal Gazette, March 12, 2005
In her beautiful novel,Davis evokes a cohesive and stunningly realistic portrait of Paris life. It is a novel about recapturing a sense of wonder and belonging. -- The Paris Voice, May 2005
In this moody, exciting, clever novel, people hit the streets of the real Paris city neighborhoods. There's a lot to see in The Radiant City. -- The Vancouver Sun, April 9, 2005
Superb. The Radiant City is engrossing and convincing. Packed with smells and sounds and street argot, the minutiae and contradictions of Paris life. -- Quill & Quire , April 2005 ... (starred review)
The Radiant City shines. [A]thoughtful, complex, meditative. . .brilliant novel. -- The Globe and Mail, March 12, 2005 --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.
About the Author
Lauren B. Davis is the author of the bestselling and critically acclaimed novels The Stubborn Season, The Radiant City, Our Daily Bread—which was longlisted for the Scotiabank Giller Prize and named a best book of the year by both The Globe and Mail and The Boston Globe—and The Empty Room—named a best book of the year by the National Post and the Winnipeg Free Press—as well as two collections of short stories. Born in Montreal, she now lives in Princeton, New Jersey.
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Matthew meets Saida, a Lebanese woman who runs a café near Matthew's apartment, along with her son, Joseph, and her father and brother, Elias and Ramzi. Saida has survived horrific events as well and seeks to find that safe place she used to know within her family's loving embrace. But her family is pulling away from her and she is as lost as Matthew in many ways.
This is only a brief and very vague description of Radiant City, within the pages Davis creates a world that we all have visited, although perhaps not as literally as Matthew and Saida. But that darkness, that place of hopelessness and hope, is a place many writers glimpse from time to time. A place that the wise writer embraces. Davis embraced it and then some.
There are parts that speak directly to the reader, forcing you to look inside yourself, to remember thoughts and feelings long forgotten. Many bring tears to your eyes, one brought a little chuckle, as I remember doing and feeling something very similar as a child:
"He puts the book down with a stab of regret, as he sometimes does with inanimate objects.Read more ›
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Such exquisitely drawn characters that draws you in to their bleak & fascinating world. A timely book to read about present day Paris' inhabitants. I highly recommend it.Published 1 month ago by Amazon Customer
George Orwell's 1933 Down and Out in Paris and London, comes to mind when reading Lauren B. Davis's thought-provoking novel. Read morePublished on July 11 2010 by Friederike Knabe