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The Publisher Says: The Wisdom of Ashes is a web of stories connecting two poets, a nun, a black and white dog, and a huge red balloon to a heroin addict, the devil, the dead, and a mousy little man in a woman’s wool overcoat, in New Orleans in the early 1980s. In 44 moments, this novel weaves light and dark, memory and forgetting, madness and war, with smell of jasmine and the sound of cicadas in a walk along the levy.
My Review: New Orleans looms large in my life. For years, I shared a carriage house as a vacation spot, one on the unfashionable side streets of the almost-Garden District. The heat, the humidity, the sheer moldiness of the place! And the exuberant criminality of it! Coming from Manhattan, where dishonesty and corruption wear Armani suits and ride in expensive cars, New Orleans was refreshing in its low-class hardscrabble "government" of thieves.
It's also a place unique in this country. It's a place unto itself. Most American cities are not unique, they're built from modules of interchangeable blandness. New York, Boston, San Francisco, New Orleans...they're different from any other place. And this book, in 100pp, sings the reader home to a hot, wet, complete ville that doesn't need you as much as you need it.
I went into the read looking forward to a taste of the New Orleans I remembered. By page 10, I wasn't tasting anything but Mississippi water as I submerged in the reality of New Orleans and its many many broken pieces that still knit together. The characters and the story are plain and simple true. I felt the rightness of the wrongheaded responses, true to the people I know in that place. I felt the hardness of the choices and the inflexibility of the lives the poor lead in the city of soft air and yielding, treacherous earth. Even the dead have houses, can't stay in the ground, and shouldn't the living get equal time?
Not the poor. Not the damaged, nor the wounded:
New Orleans induces rage, or does it...is it merely so all-embracing, so willing to stick you in its muddy base layer that the enraged and the chronically displaced gravitate to it? Hot air without, hot air within? But Jonathan Kline doesn't care, doesn't draw that line for you. His characters and their divagations draw material arabesques in the particulate matter that New Orleans calls air:
An inventory of qotidian objects, assembled means of connection disconnected from meaning, an art from artless manufactures. It's really The Wisdom of Ashes writ smaller than even the small size of the book.
Novels by poets are usually, in some way or another, as pointless as poetry itself is. Not this one. Pointed meditations on life are the usual stomping (and I use the word most literally) ground of the essayist. Not this time. Jonathan Kline takes New Orleans and its broken, beautifully ugly self, people, atmosphere, being, and he hands them to the reader in a beautiful package that costs fifteen dollars.
Spend the money. Spend the time. ( )