Atticus Lish’s second novel is a brooding heartbreaker
Atticus Lish’s second novel, “The War for Gloria,” is, by and large, a monster — solemn, punishing, kinetic, in easy contact with dark areas of the psyche, and yet heartbreaking in its portrait of a mother and son facing her mortal illness.
It more than pays off on the promise of his first novel, “Preparation for the Next Life,” which won the 2015 PEN/Faulkner award.
You never sense Lish is merely writing “quality fiction”; he seems to draw instead from a deep well of experience, especially when it comes to the tastes and textures of life on the economic margins.
There are a lot of ways to describe “The War for Gloria.” It may be, for example, the first great mixed martial arts — cage fighting — novel. The book’s protagonist, Corey, grows up all but fatherless in and around Boston and seeks ways to prove himself. He wants to become a hard character, beyond anyone’s power to wound, and he just about gets there.
Life has knocked the goodwill out of Corey, even though he’s only in high school; in the ring, he comes on with the subtle elegance of a napalm attack.
Another way to describe “The War for Gloria” might be to call it a photonegative of Erich Segal’s “Love Story.” The milieu is MIT, not Harvard. Corey’s father is a security guard there, not a student. Corey’s mother, Gloria, drops out of a small college to give birth to him.
The father, Leonard, is a malignant presence who leaves Gloria to raise Corey alone. Mother and
son shuffle between abject Boston neighborhoods, sometimes living in her car. They pick up furniture in the street; to survive on her small salary, they eat a lot of peanut butter.
Gloria is this novel’s great, glowing presence. Lish is exacting in his portraiture. She came to Boston for college, wanting to be the next Germaine Greer. She listened to Hüsker Dü and wore Doc Martens; she worked as a barmaid; she read a lot of novels in Au Bon Pain. She was fragile, but life might have worked out for her if she’d met the right man.
Instead she met Leonard. “She lost school, love, family, pride, trust in human beings,” Lish writes. In a film, Leonard might be played by Harvey Keitel, whom Frank Rich once called “our foremost interpreter of wife beaters.” Leonard, who is not the kind of man who puts on fresh underwear every day, sucks the confidence out of her for sport.
Gloria begins to have psychological problems. Yet she’s a determined free spirit. Lish describes her as a kind of skinny Janis Joplin.
We learn early in the novel that Gloria has amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, or Lou Gehrig’s disease. She has only a few years to live, and they’ll be hard ones. Corey tends to her. The details are intimate and harrowing and, to some degree, drive the core of the narrative.
“The War for Gloria” is somewhat autobiographical. Lish’s mother was diagnosed with ALS when he was 15. He fought in MMA matches. His father, editor Gordon Lish, was apparently not a big part of his son’s life.
Lish’s novel is powerful, intelligent, brooding and most of all convincing; it earns its emotions. Two things in it don’t convince. One is the character of Corey’s friend Adrian, an MIT student with an overdeveloped castration complex. He seems patched in from a different novel. The other is the novel’s ending, which is gruesome and, to a degree, expedient.
No matter. “The War for Gloria” works because the details are so casually drilled home. The training, the intense rapid weight loss, the absorption of blows, another man’s stubble rubbing your face raw in the cage. Corey dreams of becoming “a shavedheaded saint.”
There’s incisive and caustic writing about Boston. Lish’s characters are contemptuous of the gentility of places like Harvard and MIT, and yet they’re deeply attracted to them too.
Corey wants to silence the chaos in his own head. He and Gloria both need space, and the company of better people. He says about the two of them: “I’m cutting all the weirdos out of my life so no one can bother us again.”