Jonathan Lethem’s first detective novel since Motherless Brooklyn“One of America’s greatest storytellers.” —Washington PostPhoebe Siegler first meets Charles Heist in a shabby trailer on the eastern edge of Los Angeles. She’s looking for her friend’s missing daughter, Arabella, and hires Heist to help. A laconic loner who keeps his pet opossum in a desk drawer, Heist intrigues the sarcastic and … keeps his pet opossum in a desk drawer, Heist intrigues the sarcastic and garrulous Phoebe. Reluctantly, he agrees to help. The unlikely pair navigate the enclaves of desert-dwelling vagabonds and find that Arabella is in serious trouble—caught in the middle of a violent standoff that only Heist, mysteriously, can end. Phoebe’s trip to the desert was always going to be strange, but it was never supposed to be dangerous. . . .
Jonathan Lethem’s first detective novel since Motherless Brooklyn, The Feral Detective is a singular achievement by one of our greatest writers.
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The Feral Detective investigates our haunted America in all its contemporary guises — at the edge of the city, beyond the blank desert, in the apartment next door. It’s a nimble and uncanny performance, brimming with Lethem’s trademark verve and wit.
Like The Crying of Lot 49 as written and directed by Elaine May, The Feral Detective is hilarious and terrifying and wrenching. Phoebe is one of the grandest, funniest heroes I’ve come upon in a long time.
American author Jonathan Lethem returns to the detective genre with “The Feral Detective.” I read the eBook, 336 pages. published November 6th 2018 by Ecco. This is another of Lethem’s quirky, Alt-Detective detective novels, following “Gun, with Occasional Music” and “Motherless Brooklyn.” Which leads us to Caution Number One: This is not Mickey Spillane or Dashiell Hammett.
The skeleton of the story is simple. Phoebe Siegler is an attractive New Yorker looking for a missing teenage girl. Phoebe engages the aid of Charles Heist, a hunky and mysterious detective. They begin criss-crossing the Inland Empire between Los Angeles and the Mojave Desert. As the novel progresses, they go deeper and deeper into the desert, both geographically and metaphorically. I am trying to avoid spoilers here. If you are a fan of the genre, you have enough to go on at this point.
Reading the first act of Letham’s novel, I was struck with a familiarity that I could not quite pin down. Granted, I know the geographic setting for the story, but it was more than that. As the story moved through the shabby fringe realm that borders the Mojave Desert, the familiarity began to take shape. The Feral Detective was bringing back memories of Thomas Pynchon’s novel “The Crying of Lot 49.” I mean this comparison only in a thematic, descriptive way. It is a compliment to both authors, and a bit unsettling as well. So, a touch of the Pynchon-esque: Remember Caution Number One.
Caution Number Two: This novel has more than enough of the satirical to go around. Different groups of folks are going to be irritated, or even angered, by different sections of the book. The story begins with a very specific political slant that may have one demographic slamming shut the cover, whilst another demographic nods in sad, thoughtful agreement. My advice would be to not get too comfortable. Things are going to change. Blue and Red are both going to get their comeuppance. The same is true for drum-beaters of the Men’s Movement and their Feminist counterparts. No one is getting out of this story with their precious Dogma fully intact.
There is enough of the Detective genre to carry the plot, and carry it quite well, but that is not what we are here for. It is true that Charles and Phoebe are detecting away in the Mojave, circling further and further off the grid. At the same time, the reader is being taken on another journey, one of colliding cultures; a clash of deeply held, diametrically opposed beliefs. This is where the Dogmas take ‘a good slap in the mouth or a slug from a forty-five,’ to quote Woody Allen quoting Bogart. The damaging of Dogma is going to piss off various readers at various points. See Caution Number Two.
There are Dogs in the works as well, and a Feral Child. These characters (yes, the dogs are characters) run on instinct rather than frontal lobe workings. As such, they have an easier time navigating the twists and turns of the strange landscape that Phoebe are Charles are inhabiting.
A reader who requires tidy bows neatly tied may not be thrilled with “The Feral Detective.” But loose ends are not always a bad thing, even in the classic detective tales. Think of the film The Big Sleep, for example. Or the spin-off from that film, The Big Lebowski: “Well, Dude, we just don’t know.”
I recommend “The Feral Detective” for a number of reasons. First, Jonathan Lethem is a top-notch writer; creative, imaginative, and challenging. Second, everyone needs to have their firmly-held beliefs shaken, if not stirred; myself included. No one emerges from the story unscathed. I like that.
As an aside recommendation, if you read this novel and enjoy it, double back to Lethem’s “Gun, with Occasional Music.”
Thanks for taking the time to check out my review and, as always, Happy Reading!
Wild, urgent, and very funny. As always, Lethem writes knowingly and brilliantly about weird, off-the-grid, wayward America. In his ever-more-electric prose, he illuminates both the barbarity and the beauty.
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This book is great! An un-private detective, who helps find people. An independant lady, trying to find somone. The California off the grid desert, after the election, with shall we say, unique characters.
There’s action. There’s sex. There’s east coast vs west coast. There’s an opossum. There’s death and life.
Read this. It’s great!
Rob
Male author playing a female narrator doesn’t work in this mashup of Mad Max meets the Manson family. The only mystery here is how this got published.
I got my money back from Amazon. Three chapters in, I couldn’t take any more. The detective, who is just too cute with his sick opossum and teenage girl living in his office, runs out in the desert to rescue some homeless people, who don’t want to be rescued, from a flash flood. Really? The heroine is irritating. Not the California I know.
I want to read a shelf of Heist. I want to make him my new Travis McGee, and that’s, seriously, the highest praise I know.
I love Jonathan Lethem’s GUN, WITH OCCASIONAL MUSIC and am putting this one on my TBR list!