I KNEW YOU’D BE LOVELY
By Alethea Black
Broadway, 238 pp., $14
Alethea Black’s sly and emotionally complex debut collection, “I Knew You’d Be Lovely,’’ shows us men and women, young and not-so-young, who suddenly find themselves in danger.
For the most part, this danger is some looming emotional or psychological hurdle. But sometimes, as in the best story, “The Only Way Out Is Through,’’ there’s an actual gun. Out of desperation, a middle-aged dad takes his delinquent teenage son on a camping trip. Black’s description of the son resists cliché: “Derek had no nose piercings, no Mohawk, no black eyeliner, no trench coat. His face was so nakedly defiant, it was as if he didn’t need the props.’’ The dad, Fetterman, can’t help but see ominous signs everywhere, including a warning about rattlesnakes outside a gas station restroom: “An oddly placed reminder that there was no escaping danger, even during the most banal activities.’’ When Derek finally produces the pistol, Fetterman is forced to get honest with his son, and when it is fired (and not in the way the reader thinks it will be) it’s clear we’re in the hands of an author who privileges emotional resonance over gratuitous violence.
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