59 Playworld, Adam Ross
I absolutely hoovered up this long (550-ish pages), overly detailed coming of age novel set in 80s New York. The narrator, Griffin, is a teenage actor, struggling to balance the demands of his job with the exhausting expectations of his private school. His family dynamic is tricksy to say the least - his father is a talented but unsuccessful actor himself, who deals with his professional frustration by interfering with his son's career; his mother a dreamy ex-dancer who seems only half-involved with the family, drinking too much and drifting off, either emotionally or physically, disappearing to the houses of friends. Griffin and his brother, like the Gen X latchkey kids that they are, roam the city, adventurous, sometimes scared, trying to find their place in the world, and prey to adults whose intentions are not always good.
(warning: there is predatory and abusive behaviour in this book - avoid if that's not something you are OK to read about. The opening lines of the book are: “In the fall of 1980, when I was fourteen, a friend of my parents named Naomi Shah fell in love with me. She was thirty-six, a mother of two, and married to a wealthy man. Like so many things that happened to me that year, it didn’t seem strange at the time.”)
At times the narrative can get bogged down in long and detailed descriptions; of school wrestling matches or long bus journeys across New York. It reminded me, though, of The Goldfinch, in that what look like pointless stretches where nothing happens are surely a deliberate choice in the arc and pace of the novel - what is life as a powerless teenager, if not an interminable wait for something, something finally to change and happen?
I loved the vivid descriptions of the city, seen through teenage eyes. The magic and folklore along with the grime, echoing the games of Dungeons and Dragons that Griffin plays with his friends.
And Griffin himself - oh that idiotic vulnerable boy broke my heart. A lovely portrayal of teenage boyhood, with all its bravado, loneliness and utter lack of understanding - of others, and of yourself.
I am absolutely bold-ing this although I appreciate it might not be for everyone.