HAUNTED BY GRIEF AND ENCIRCLED BY GHOSTS

Supernatural chatter adds emotional momentum to George Saunders’ much-awaited first novel

eorge Saunders’ much-awaited first novel, Lincoln

in the Bardo, is like a weird folk art diorama of a cemetery come to life. Picture, as a backdrop, one of those primitively drawn 19th-century mourning paintings with rickety white gravestones and age-worn monuments standing under the faded green canopy of a couple of delicately sketched trees. Add a tall, sad mourner, grieving over his recently deceased son. And then, to make things stranger, populate the rest of the scene with some Edward Gorey-style ghosts, skittering across the landscape — at once menacing, comical and slightly tongue-in-cheek.

Lincoln in the Bardo takes, as its jumping-off point, the death of Abraham Lincoln’s beloved 11-year-old son Willie, who succumbed to typhoid fever on Feb 20, 1862, and the grief-stricken president’s visits to the crypt where his son was interred at the Oak Hill Cemetery in nearby Georgetown. Saunders intercuts facts and semi-facts (culled from books and news accounts) in a collage-like narrative with some ghost stories of his own imagining, allowing a chorus of disembodied spirits to describe Lincoln’s visits, while babbling on about their own regrets and misplaced dreams. is the Tibetan Buddhist name for a transition period between death and rebirth and seems to indicate, in this case, the bizarre purgatory inhabited by these ghosts.

The supernatural chatter can grow tedious at times — the novel would have benefited immensely from some judicious pruning — but their voices gain emotional momentum as the book progresses. And they lend the story a choral dimension that turns Lincoln’s personal grief into a meditation on the losses suffered by the nation during the Civil War, and the more universal heartbreak that is part of the human condition.

The ghosts are a motley lot, reminiscent of the dispossessed and disenfranchised characters in Saunders’ short stories. They include a soldier, a murderer, a disgraced clerk, a rape victim, a hunter who’s killed more than 30 bears and hundreds of deer, an aggrieved scholar, a mother of three girls, a young man who tried to kill himself after the man he loved spurned his affections, and an older man who was struck in the head by a falling ceiling beam and died before he could consummate his marriage to his pretty young wife. Together, these voices create a kind of portrait of an American community — not unlike the one in Edgar Lee Masters’ 1915 classic Spoon River Anthology, which was set in a fictionalised version of a small Illinois town.

The poems in Spoon River were narrated from beyond the grave by the dozens of souls “sleeping on the hill” in the local cemetery. One of those characters was Anne Rutledge, rumoured to have been Lincoln’s first love, and whose untimely death was said to be a source of his often melancholy outlook on the world.

The similarities between Spoon River and Saunders’ new novel extend well beyond the Lincoln association and the graveyard confessions. Like Sherwood Anderson’s Wines

burg, Ohio (1919) — a notable influence on Saunders’ early short stories — and Thornton Wilder’s Our Town (1938),

Lincoln in the Bardo appropriates Masters’ multivoiced approach, using it to create a story that unfolds into a meditation on the dreams and disappointments of ordinary people, longing for connection but often left feeling isolated and alone.

Saunders’ short stories — CivilWarLand in Bad Decline, Pastoralia, In Persuasion Nation and Tenth of December — tend to vacillate between two impulses: satire and black comedy, reminiscent of Nathanael West and Kurt Vonnegut; and a more empathetic mode, closer to Anderson and William Trevor.

Though there are moments of dark humour in some of the ghost stories, Bardo definitely falls into the more introspective part of that spectrum. In these pages, Saunders’ extraordinary verbal energy is harnessed, for the most part,