Past weighs heavily on boy in a dying mining town
When We Get There
By Shauna Seliy
BLOOMSBURY; 259 PAGES; $23.95
Winter has never seemed more barren, gray and without hope than in Shauna Seliy's new novel, "When We Get There."
It's 1974, and the coal mining town of Banning, Pa., is struggling. The mines are closing one by one, and the close-knit population of Croat, Hungarian, Russian and other Eastern European immigrants is feeling the stresses and uncertainty of change in the winds.
Lucas Lessar is feeling more stressed than most. When the novel opens, it's Christmas Eve, and 13-year-old Lucas is in the bosom of his extended family -- his great-grandfather, the patriarch of the family; Slats, his grandmother, who works at "the Plate Glass"; and his gaggle of rowdy great-uncles and great-aunts. (They drink shots of whiskey and "feed each other moonshine cherries.") It's a poignant evening for Lucas. His father was killed in a mine explosion several years ago, and his mother mysteriously disappeared only a couple of months ago.
The family's celebration is interrupted by the appearance of Zoli. A co-worker of Slats' down at the Plate Glass, Zoli is deeply in love with Lucas' mother. (Of course, everyone is in love with Mirjana, she's the most beautiful and vibrant thing in the fading town -- or she was until her disappearance). Zoli's love for Mirjana runs so deep it has unhinged him. He attacks Lucas, trying to choke him into telling where his mother is. Slats' brothers pry him off, but he comes back later with a can of gas. When he sets fire to Great-Grandfather's beloved pear tree, he sows the seeds of the family's near destruction.
Loss dogs Lucas and his family. His great-grandfather falls ill, and the farm animals wander away. Lucas, a good student, stops going to school and haunts the town, looking for his mother and revisiting both his own history and the family history his relatives have passed down to him. He explores the woods and the abandoned mine buildings, one day finding a batch of carbide tins that miners used to fuel their lanterns. They make a satisfying explosion if you know how to rig them:
"My mother could hear that sound every time, no matter where she was. She would know what it was, and a lot of times she would know it was me, and she'd come running. If I made a lot of noise out of it, I was asking for trouble."
He does make a lot of noise out of it, blowing up can after can, until the town's dogs are all howling and his best friend's father (and another admirer of Mirjana), Marko Markovic, comes to find him: "I already have a headache like someone put a knife in my head, and then you are making so much goddamn noise."
Aside from noise control, Marko has another role to play -- one that shields Lucas from the surprising violence that erupts in this novel and fulfills Slats' prophesy that the Markovics always come to the aid of the Lessars.
"When We Get There" is a novel all about mood. There is a sadness running through the book, uniting all the characters, even when they are having an evening out at the Croatian Club. Seliy is wonderful at creating lingering images, such as her description of Great-Grandfather's pear tree, its fruit growing inside bottles fitted to the blossoms, the otherworldly quality of the pear brandy that fills the bottles. Or her meditation on Slats' post-work ablutions, a metaphor for the woman's strength and the toll her life takes on her body:
"Slats came home from the Plate Glass, stopped up the sink in the bathroom, and soaked her hands. She cursed the whole time. She cleaned her cuts every day so they wouldn't get infected. Most of them were small, invisible from a few feet away, and she painted them over with iodine. The white basin had a pink glow from all the years of her rinsing her hands and spilling the iodine."
Eventually, spring does come to Banning, bringing with it hope, and maybe even a little redemption. The seasons are like that, even for a boy whose family history seems so much stronger and more real than his own future.
Miriam Wolf is the managing editor of Bitch magazine.
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