The Red Car: A Novel

The Red Car: A Novel

by Marcy Dermansky

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The Red Car: A Novel by Marcy Dermansky

“Sharp and fiery. . . . There is, now, a literary term for a book you can’t stop reading. . . . It is The Red Car.”—New York Times Book Review

In her “dry, delightful fairy tale for grown-ups” (People), celebrated novelist Marcy Dermansky offers a biting exploration of a woman’s search for self-realization and models of a life well lived. When Leah’s former boss and mentor, Judy, dies in an accident and leaves Leah her most prized possession—a flashy red sports car—the shock forces Leah to reevaluate her whole life. Leah is living in Queens with a husband she doesn’t love and a list of unfulfilled ambitions. Returning to San Francisco to claim the mysteriously powerful car, she revisits past lives and loves in several sprawling days colored by sex and sorrow.

Dermansky evokes an edgy, capricious, and beautifully haunting heroine—one whose search for realization is as wonderfully unpredictable and hypnotic as the twists and turns of the Pacific Coast Highway. Tautly wound, transgressive, and mordantly funny, The Red Car is an incisive exploration of one woman’s unusual route to self-discovery.

 

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781631492341
Publisher: Liveright Publishing Corporation
Publication date: 10/11/2016
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 224
Sales rank: 268,612
File size: 809 KB

About the Author

Marcy Dermansky is the author of the novels The Red Car, Bad Marie, and Twins. Her writing has appeared in McSweeney’s, Salon, the Indiana Review, and elsewhere. She lives in New Jersey with her daughter.

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"They would not tell me what to do, my beloved sea lions, because they did not care about me, they did not love me, and that was also fine. They were sea lions."

Children can spend hours in imaginary worlds of their own making — worlds in which creatures like sea lions take on as much significance as other people. Some of us lose that sense of wonder and freedom, while others cultivate it. That would seem to be the case for Marcy Dermansky, whose The Red Car is a semi-autobiographical novel about Leah, a thirty- three-year-old woman who is trapped in a suffocating marriage until her former boss, Judy, is killed in a "car accident" that might have been intentional. Judy, it turns out, bequeathed the red sports car she died in to her former employee and friend. This is the catalyst Leah needs to change her life; she leaves her Queens apartment behind (and her angry husband, who chokes her when she tells him she's leaving) and travels to San Francisco to get the car.

"Everything I did in this book is really to entertain myself," Dermansky said recently over lunch at a bustling French bistro on Manhattan's Upper West Side. Animal life included: "I put sea lions in [The Red Car] and there were sea lions in Bad Marie. And I felt like that's against the rules, like you're not allowed to put sea lions in two books in a row."

Imaginative play, though, serves serious emotional and artistic ends for Dermansky, who wrote The Red Car after her own marriage ended. She didn't travel back to San Francisco, where she lived after college, but she did have a Judy-like boss she was close to who passed away fifteen years ago. "Sometimes you don't know how to process things, and so you end up writing about the things you're thinking about," Dermansky says. "And so the things I was thinking about in my life came out in Leah's story. She got to make mistakes and go on an adventure . . . I sent her somewhere I wanted to go."

The Red Car began as a writing exercise: Dermansky wanted to write a novel in the vein of one of her favorite authors, Haruki Murakami. To prepare, she reread a bunch of his books and copied his structure: a prologue, followed by jumping ahead six years and then a decade. There are references to the author in The Red Car, including naming a character Yumiko (the name of Murakami's niece). And like the famous author, she bases the fictional character on herself: "I really think every Murakami narrator in his own way is really Haruki Murakami," she says. "They write and exercise and they like all the things he likes."

Dermansky also included some of the magic realism Murakami is known for; the car Leah inherits, for instance, miraculously fixes itself (regenerate is the word she uses — I can't help but think of Doctor Who) after the accident. When other people try to drive it, the car goes dangerously fast, as if it has a will of its own — or perhaps it's haunted by Judy, whose voice still lives in Leah's head.

"I'm always hearing people talk to me," Dermansky says. "I do something, and I'm like, What would my sister think?" It took two years after she got divorced to stop hearing her ex- husband criticize her. "That's not his fault; that's my fault," she says.

It took less than a year to write The Red Car, and Dermansky didn't delete anything. "That's not normally my experience," Dermansky says. The result is a slim, seductive book about a complicated character who is stuck in a monotonous, unhappy life until suddenly, she's given the keys to a new one. It's Leah's self-doubt and deadpan observations that fuel the engine of the novel.

"I'm always really interested in what a character is thinking, like everything they do," Dermansky says. "If you don't talk about their thinking, then what's the point of what they're doing?" As a result Leah's thoughts and voice are the center of The Red Car, tinged with compelling humor and melancholy as she tries to figure out what her life is all about. The result is a story that doesn't dodge mistakes but proposes to be as much about opportunities as it is about guilt: "I did a lot of not so good things, but somehow I did not doubt my goodness," the narrator thinks at one point.

Instead of going on her own adventurous road trip, Dermansky recently moved to Montclair, New Jersey with her seven-year- old daughter, Nina. She pays her bills by providing editing services for other writers. When she's not writing or editing, she enjoys drawing because "it's easier than writing. You make a drawing and then it's done." Earlier this year, Dermansky gave me a compelling drawing she made of a bright red car. It's quirky and original, just like she is.

Nina attended one of her mother's readings not long ago, and she insisted they make lemonade to bring to the event. ("But an hour before the reading here I am, cutting up lemons and sugar and it's sticky and always makes a mess. I'm having to carry it down the street and we spill it. I'm like, This is the worst idea I've ever had.") Dermansky read from the most innocuous scene she could find: "I read this part where [Leah] goes to see her friend and she just shows up and there's a box of kitten t-shirts, so I thought Nina would like the kitten T- shirts. And what I didn't realize is, Oh, they're kitten T-shirts but they're all taking drugs." Nina wasn't listening to the reading, as it turns out, but at the end of the evening she astutely calculated how many books her mother had sold and decided she made enough money to buy her a book. "I bought her Bad Kitty. She's really into Bad Kitty books right now."

January 13, 2017

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The Red Car: A Novel 2.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The best book i ever read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The 10/23 NY Times rave review was just what this fantastic novel deserves. So many books bog down in the middle or disappoint you at the end, but The Red Car is a delight, start to finish. Leah, its protagonist, is trying to figure out how best to live her life after an ill-advised marriage goes bad. She's spunky, timid, adventurous, shy: a mix of strength and weakness like all of us. You find yourself rooting for her as you read. And once you finish the book, chances are you'll start reading it again.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
scattered and choppy, but in a good way. meaningless but addictive and memorable. I can't seem to get past how the red car gets fixed .. silly and adds nothing to the story, and because of this one thing I can't recomend
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Disappointing.wish i ciuld give it a half star
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
There was a great, great review of this book by Dan Handler in the New York Times, so I bought a copy. It was a fast read. Handler praised this book to a level that was nearly ridiculous. I fell for it. As it turns out, both Dan Handler and the author of The Red Car both have the same person as a publicist. It is the same kind of coincident that appears repeatedly in this book. Could it be that so and so was there in the room? Yes. What a coincidence. Could it be that there's a rave review in the New York Times? There is, but by coincident, the author and reviewer pay the same publicist. Beyond being disappointed that The New York Times is not, as I thought, about fairly and honestly review of literature, but it's a newspaper that is bought, and that made me sad, almost as sad as the character in the book who tells her story about how she didn't become famous and how she is privileged and goes on the road in search of herself, and to not be sad. But first she gets the automobile to travel in, willed to her by her dead boss, who loved her so much. Everyone loves the narrator so much, and everyone wants to have sex with her. She's markedly unlikeable, which might be the point of the story. She takes drugs, is promiscuous, is a liar. The car talks to her like in the TV show Knight Rider. While driving, and telling her tale, the narrator rambles about all the writers she wants to be like or not be like, and in the end, in another surprising coincidence, drives to a place run by a relative of the writer she loves the most and really wants to be. Beyond the over-coincidences, the dialogue sounds like nothing real. I found this to be a very self-indulgent book, with little to like, including the narrator.
LSheltonsky More than 1 year ago
Very average. Very short. Very dull.