L.I.E.by David Hollander
--Sheri Holman, author of The Dress Lodger
Long Island, New York, 1987: Harlan Kessler--raised in Medford, a product of blue-collar Suffolk County, of housing developments and concrete strip malls--graduates from high school. He hangs out, he parties, he plays guitar for
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"At once mordantly funny and achingly sad, L.I.E. is a soul map for modern suburbia."
--Sheri Holman, author of The Dress Lodger
Long Island, New York, 1987: Harlan Kessler--raised in Medford, a product of blue-collar Suffolk County, of housing developments and concrete strip malls--graduates from high school. He hangs out, he parties, he plays guitar for the Dayglow Crazies (the local rock-and-roll phenomenon), and he struggles diligently to lose his virginity. He doesn't think about the future much. The Long Island Expressway (L.I.E.) cleaves the landscape, permitting passage west, to the tonier climes of Nassau County and New York City, but to Harlan, this seems like an impossible journey, something beyond his Long Island birthright. And what's worse, evidence is accumulating that Harlan may not exist at all, that he may merely be a character in someone else's story, a fleeting thought in the mind of God.
L.I.E. follows Harlan, his family, and his friends through two years of love, sex, death, betrayal, salvation, and enlightenment. In ten intimately interwoven stories, in prose that swings fluidly from gritty realism to heightened metafiction, David Hollander maps an American landscape that is at once vividly familiar and highly exotic, creating an unforgettable portrait of the passage to adult-hood and the search for identity, certain to resonate with legions of readers. By turns dark, funny, raw, and elegant, L.I.E. is the striking debut of a singular voice.
The last wisps of afternoon streak and evaporate into blue-gray dusk, submersing Long Island in twilight. Harlan and Rik Giannati sit on the curb outside Rik's house, precisely 211 yards northeast of Harlan's house, the distance punctuated by no fewer than fourteen subtly distinct houses of three ilks: the square, steeple-roofed Granada; the split-level LaSalle; the two-story, three-bedroom Monte Carlo. This last model was the choice of Kessler and Giannati alike some ten years ago when they, too, were assimilated in the mass exodus from Queens to Suffolk County that had gripped the hearts and genitals of so many. The streetlamps began to glow along Rustic Avenue, a cold blue flicker spaced at even intervals, like isolated members of the same species, each shivering in its cage of frosted glass. --From L.I.E.
–The Washington Post
“The landscape of Long Island is a critical presence in the book, and Hollander portrays it with as much vitality and detail as the human characters. . . . One of the best aspects of L.I.E. is that is can be read on several different levels. Sufficiently lighthearted and amusing for casual readers, it contains enough emotional complexity and even tragedy to suit those who long for deeper reading. Those who seek challenge and profundity will find plenty of food for thought in Harlan’s existential dilemma. . . . This unconventional novel [is] a rewarding and entertaining experience.”
–The Wellesley News
“Hollander displays a keen eye for the ordinary, capturing teenage discontent and suburban malaise without pretense.”
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April 1985: Olympic Material
"And then," Harlan continues, "they put me in the four-by-eight, right after I'd run the quarter!"
"The four-by-eight?" his father asks.
"Yeah. Four guys, we each run a half-mile. It's a relay."
"Whenever something starts 'four-by,' that means it's a relay."
They're sitting in the den; the television bathes them in a hypnotizing luminescence. His father is eating what would be Harlan's equivalent of breakfast. It's five P.M., but Dad works the night shift. He's only been up an hour.
"So then what happened?"
"Well, I've really been running well lately," Harlan says. "So they wanted me to anchor."
"Anchor?" His father takes a bite of a scrambled-egg sandwich. He looks at Harlan briefly, then back at sitcoms.
"Yeah," Harlan says. "That means to go last. The best guy goes last."
"And they wanted you to go last?" With affected pride.
"Yeah. But you know, I was still tired from the other race. "
"Yeah, the quarter."
A breeze blows through the patio door. Beyond the chain-link fence that marks their territory, cars hurtle. Station Road is a place where kids drive fast. Harlan will start driving next year, and he imagines he'll follow local custom.
His father eats quickly, ravenously. He's listening to Harlan; that is, he wants to listen, but he keeps thinking about the time that Harlan came up to bat with two outs and runners on first and third in the bottom half of the last inning of the little-league championships. He belted a double into the gap in right-center. Was that so long ago? The team had lifted his son onto their shoulders. They'd paraded his boy around the diamond. And he'd called Harlan "Mr Clutch." "That's what they'll call you from now on, Harlan! Mr. Clutch!" he'd screamed. He'd felt like a father, like it meant something to be a father.
He swallows up the rest of his sandwich. Harlan goes on.
". . . I wouldn't let him pass me though. Bobby Miller, the best half-miler in the state! And I held him off!"
"Wow. That's great, Son. That's terrific, Harlan. Maybe you'll be a track star."
"Well, I don't know about that," he shrugs.
His father carries his plate and coffee cup into the kitchen. The water runs. Harlan doesn't know why he lied, but he knows that he had to. He knows it might not even be a lie. In his head it's very clear, it happened just like he said, he ran anchor, he held off Bobby Miller, it might have happened that way.
That night his father will unleash the story on a coworker. "My son's a track star, you know. Best relay runner in the state, the whole damn state!"
And years later Harlan will dust it off, in a bar, for a woman who isn't going home with him. "Sure, we've all got a few things that stick with us. Like my sub-two half-mile. I was a real speed demon back then, Olympic material. Why's that so hard to believe?"
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David Hollander grew up in Suffolk County, Long Island. A graduate of the State University of New York at Purchase and the Sarah Lawrence College Writing Program, he lives in Brooklyn.
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this may very well be my favorite book. i love the way he captures all the different aspects of life in suburbia by weaving a lot of different people's lives together. i think this is a book any teenager could appreciate.
I love this book.
I loved the book, the sci-fi twist ending, the greatness of growing up on long island, something i can relate to! i just enjoyed this brand new autors debut book and can't wait for his next work
L.I.E. is a rare treat. They say that first novels tend to be autobiographical, and there's enough detail here about Long Island to show that Hollander knows this setting well. But the book isn't just about the suburbs, at least that's not the way I read it. Harlan Kessler, the main character (sort of), is having very strange things happen to him, that couldn't occur on Long Island or anywhere else for that matter. He's being observed by some kind of reptilian monster, he's being hunted down by mannequins driving limousines, he's hearing his own life story mysteriously recorded on a cassette tape. For me, this is the book's darkest side. Harlan is trying to balance his dead-end life in the suburbs, but what's worse is that his experiences in L.I.E. all point to the fact that his life may not be real, somehow. Although Hollander uses a lot of unnecessary 'experimental' techniques in the book (too many italics!), his strength is in showing the 'unreality' behind his characters' reality. It's a daring debut, and I've gotta give it five stars.