One man believes Linda Bascomb was murdered. A second believes she took her own life. The first is her husband, Warren, an aging surgeon who has lost his medical license because of his morphine addiction. The second is her son, Ben, a husband and father who struggles every day to remain sober and avoid bankruptcy.
Warren has entered into an arrangement with his son that has since kept Ben financially afloat and Warren supplied with morphine. Ben's wife, Emma, desperately seeks to distance her husband from Warren before their relationship destroys her family. Opposing her efforts is Victor Javier, the mastermind of the arrangement, an immigrant whose cruelty masks a hope for his mother's deliverance.
Though Linda Bascomb was once the true connection between Warren and Ben, her memory becomes the specter that polarizes them. As the pain of unresolved history accumulates, their embittered agreement collapses, and in the process destroys one life, changes another forever, and drives both from the emotional and chemical shelters in which they hide. In the inevitable reckoning, Ben and Warren are forced to acknowledge the power the dead exert on the living, the elusive nature of redemption, and the ways the things we lose define us.
Sometimes shocking, always incisive, Keith Dixon's brilliant debut novel is a harsh but compassionate portrayal of love and need. Set on the emotionally bleak outskirts of New York City, Ghostfires, with stylistic power and psychological precision, lays bare a corrupt American dream - and a family with scores to settle.
|Publisher:||St. Martin's Press|
|File size:||336 KB|
About the Author
Keith Dixon works as an editor for The New York Times. He lives in New York City.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
New writers or usually instructed to write about something with which they are familiar. Clearly the author had little knowledge of the nature of antidepressant medications, depression, and the difference between depression and addiction. The story about an addicted father and son, both on his own road of self-destruction, could have been an interesting read. However, I found myself continuing to read this novel solely because I was looking for the next ridiculous flaw, such as when a character feels 'high' on Zoloft or when a wife is able to commit her husband to a locked mental ward, simply based on her own impressions. I cannot understand how this book received the positive reviews that it did.