Lacy Dawn is a little girl who lives in a magical
forest where all the trees love her and she has a space alien friend who adores
her and wants to make her queen of the universe. What’s more, all the boys
admire her for her beauty and brains. Mommy is very beautiful and Daddy is very
smart, and Daddy’s boss loves them all.
Except.
Lacy Dawn, the eleven year old protagonist,
perches precariously between the psychosis of childhood and the multiple
neuroses of adolescence, buffeted by powerful gusts of budding sexuality and
infused with a yearning to escape the grim and brutal life of a rural
Appalachian existence. In this world, Daddy is a drunk with severe PTSD, and
Mommy is an insecure wraith. The boss is a dodgy lecher, not above leering at
the flat chest of an eleven-year-old girl.
Yes, all in one book.
Rarity From The Hollow is written in
a simple declarative style that’s well- suited to the imaginary diary of a
desperate but intelligent eleven-year-old – the story bumping joyfully between
the extraordinary and the banal.
The central planet of the universe is a vast
shopping mall, and Lacy Dawn must save her world from a menace that arrives in
the form of a cockroach infestation. Look again and the space alien has made
Daddy smart and happy – or at least an eleven year old girl’s notion of what a
smart and happy man should be. He has also made Mommy beautiful, giving
her false teeth and getting the food stamp lady off her back.
About the only thing in the book that is
believable is the nature of the narrative voice, and it is utterly compelling.
You find yourself convinced that “Hollow” was written as a diary-based
autobiography by a young girl and the banal stems from the limits of her
environment, the extraordinary from her megalomania. And that’s what
gives Rarity From The Hollow a chilling, engaging
verisimilitude that deftly feeds on both the utter absurdity of the characters’
motivations and on the progression of the plot.
Indeed, there are moments of utter darkness: In
one sequence, Lacy Dawn remarks matter-of-factly that a classmate was whipped
to death, and notes that the assailant, the girl’s father, had to change his
underpants afterward because they were soiled with semen. Odd, and often
chilling notes, abound.
As I was reading it, I remembered when I first
read Vonnegut’s “Cat’s Cradle” at the age of 14. A veteran of Swift, Heller,
and Frederick Brown, I understood absurdist humour in satire, but Vonnegut took
that understanding and turned it on its ear.
In the spirit of Vonnegut, Eggleton (a
psychotherapist focused on the adolescent patient) takes the genre and gives it
another quarter turn. A lot of people hated Vonnegut, saying he didn’t know the
rules of good writing. But that wasn’t true. Vonnegut knew the rules quite
well, he just chose to ignore them, and that is what is happening in Eggleton’s
novel, as well.
Not everyone will like Rarity From The
Hollow. Nonetheless, it should not be ignored.
by Bryan Zepp Jamieson
http://www.amazon.com/Rarity-Hollow-Robert-Eggleton-ebook/dp/B007JDI508
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