Bradford
Novel Brings Depth
by Edan Lepucki
The
advance praise printed on the back cover of Arthur Bradfords
first collection of short stories, Dogwalker, is a force to be reckoned
with. Peppered with humorous compliments from such literary bigwigs
as David Foster Wallace, Zadie Smith and Dave Eggers of McSweenys
fame, Bradfords first book, described by Smith as quite
simply the mutts nuts, has certainly impressed the popular
kids. Needless to say, I was a bit nervous reviewing such hip material.
The essence of this 12-story book is suggested in its epigraph,
taken from Richard Linklaters anti-narrative, cult classic
film Slacker. The quote tells of a book read in a dream about how
every thought splinters off to create its own separate existence,
eventually spawning an infinite number of parallel realities. Dogwalker
can be read as this very book; its as if each individual story
is its own reality in the myriad worlds of the same narrator. Dogwalker
really isnt a collection of 12 separate stories but more like
a novel made up of chapters whose narratives coexist rather than
connect.
The consistent narrative voice of Dogwalker, while never giving
any kind of textual resolution or character progress, is what keeps
the reader afloat. These stories are told with a calmness that surpasses
apathy and enters the realm of unbelievable serenity. The tranquility
of Bradfords prose persists even in the face of the most incredulous
events such as when the characters deranged neighbor
falls asleep on the train tracks and is severed in two by a massive
locomotive in Bill McQuill.
The language of Dogwalker remains anecdotal even when translating
violence, and its this casual air with which the narrator
approaches his surroundings that I found most impressive. Just as
his idol and former teacher Denis Johnson did before him in Jesus
Son, Bradford is able to create a surprisingly magical world with
a straightforward first-person narrative.
Bradfords talent emerges most fully when he aspires to depict
the same kind of redemption and beauty that makes Johnsons
writing so powerful. Unfortunately, sometimes the stories in Dogwalker
dont find these moments. Certain pieces, like Mattress,
about the narrators failed trip to get a used bed, fall a
little short. Some of his stories are a little mundane, like a joke
missing the punch line. In these cases, Bradfords writing
style only hurts him, proving that he is still only an admirer of
Johnson. Clearly, Bradford cant do with dogs what Johnson
has done with heroin addiction.
And oh yes, there are so many dogs. Although the canine motif often
gets a bit tiresome, there are times when the animals really add
something to the stories. At their best, the dogs are at the center
of the books occasional magnificence, proving how capable
the narrator is of love and loyalty. As the narrator wanders through
his confused existence, dogs frequently show up in his life. These
dogs, in a sense, highlight the narrators transience, rather
than becoming a stamp of responsibility.
After finishing Dogwalker, I wanted to repeat my favorite stories
aloud to someone who hadnt read the book, figuring that their
anecdotal nature would make them easy to translate into speech.
And after I did a couple of times, I began to really appreciate
Bradfords knack for storytelling. The incredible events he
dreamed up never failed to amaze my listeners. Despite its misgivings,
Bradfords first collection is promising, and Im certain
his next publication will be superb.
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