Eric,
an upright lawyer, meets disheveled Danielle in the check-out line where she
doesn’t have enough money to pay for her groceries in the latest novel from
critically acclaimed, yet relatively unknown, author Bill Roorbach.
“Idly, Eric watched her unload her cart:
he knew her situation too well. Sooner or later she’d be in trouble, either
victim or perpetrator, and sooner or later he or one of seven other local
lawyers would be called upon to defend her, or whomever had hurt her, a
distasteful task in a world in which no social problem was addressed till it
was a disaster, no compensation. Ten
years before, new at the game, he might have had some sympathy, but he’d been
burned repeatedly.”
Despite
his lack of compassion, Eric reluctantly chips in for her oranges, carrots, cans
of baked beans, tortilla chips, Pop-tarts, freshly ground coffee, two boxes of
wine, a big bottle of Advil, six boxes of generic mac and cheese, and oodles of
packages of ramen noodles and both leave the store.
“A huge snowstorm was predicted, first
big snow of the season, the inaugural flakes desultorily falling, some kind of
unusual confluence of low-pressure and high-pressure and rogue systems, lots of
blather on the radio as if a little snow were nuclear warfare or an asteroid
bearing down. Eric liked his old Ford
Explorer at times like this, even though (as Alison always said) it was a gas
pig. He put his groceries in the back,
if you could call them groceries, and swung out and across the glazed lot –
last week’s ice storm – and there was the young woman, staggering and limping
under that mountain of a coat but making determined progress, her seven plastic
bags hanging from her arms like dead animals.
Eric pulled up beside her but she didn’t stop walking, didn’t look.
“I can give you a lift,” he called.
“Okay,” she said to his surprise, still
without looking. He’d expected her to demur in some proud way.”
After
driving over six miles Eric helps Danielle walk to a cabin at the end of a narrow,
steep path aside a river -- a 30-minute trudge from the highway where Eric’s
Explorer gets towed while he’s helping her.
He returns to the cabin and the two end up snowbound.
Quickly
Eric’s check-out line prediction returned to this reader’s mind and caused me
to wonder if Danielle is a social problem
that should have been addressed or if she’s simply alone and isolated as Eric
himself is even with all his resources. Eric
wants to rescue Danielle yet she soon learns that he hasn’t done all that well
at rescuing himself and still hasn’t admitted that his long separation from his
wife is real and would probably soon become permanent.
As
these two lonely people slowly reveal themselves while the storm rages, Roorbach
is at his best sharing their stories in refreshingly unexpected ways. He
conveys their secrets not as stark “ah-hahs” but as sighing, believable
manifestations. His depictions aren’t just plausible, they’re funny. Eric and
Danielle reminded me of Clark Gable and Claudette Colbert in “It Happened One
Night,” a movie that’s a classic comedy because its humor both disarms and
involves the viewer. Hapless, stranded Eric’s and Danielle’s sexual attraction
is simultaneously erotic and witty and that, my friends, is a recipe for an
endearing romance that’s as appealing today as is the 1934 Oscar winner.
And
the storm, oh the storm -- Roorbach’s descriptions could serve as a textbook
for aspiring writers as he artfully depicts the blizzard’s torment:
“Outside the storm was howling, a
different kind of snow altogether, curtains of it blowing, already drifted to
knee-deep in sculpted ridges along the ground, coming so thick and furious it
was as if legions of dump trucks were emptying their loads in his face, in the
world’s face, misery: the jostling wind,
the river coursing black below.”
"Something hit the roof with a thud.
Then something else, and again, and then there was a roaring like unstopping
surf and bigger, jostling thumps and then cracks like lightning straight above
and something crashing toward them, rumbling louder and louder inside the
howling, a tsunami approaching. Suddenly the cabin heaved on its moorings
with a deep moan and squeal.”
“Then silence, then odd sighs from the
woodwork, then a creaking that turned into a growling, like a creature in the
yard, something that wanted to get in.”
Later:
“The wind had died down. The cabin had ceased its complaining.”
This
comedic, yet sultry, sexy romance of a tale complete with engrossingly real
survival scenes and shimmering prose ultimately becomes an ode to life and
love. That two unlikely specimens could stumble upon each other (and
themselves) during the latest “storm of the century” is enough to make anyone
believe in the power of love. This is definitely on the short list for the best
book I’ve read this year.
Summing
it Up: Roorbach weaves equal parts survival adventure, poignant romance,
slapstick comedy, and brilliantly evoked nature scenes into a colorful tapestry
that will entice the most cynical reader.
It was tough for me to even think about doing anything but reading this in one sitting.
Note:
The Remedy for Love has just been
named a finalist for the Kirkus Prize for nonfiction.
Rating:
5 stars
Category:
Grandma’s Pot Roast/Gourmet, Five Stars, Fiction, Book Club
Publication
date: October 14, 2014
Author
Website: http://www.billroorbach.com/
Interview
with the Author:
http://carolineleavittville.blogspot.com/2014/09/bill-roorbach-talks-about-remedy-for.html
What
Others are Saying:
Kirkus
Reviews:
https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/bill-roorbach/remedy-for-love/
Publishers
Weekly: http://www.publishersweekly.com/978-1-61620-331-3
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