Anything Remarkable

WITH A RAVE REVIEW FROM THE NEW YORK TIMES, JOSEPHINE ROWE’S NEW SHORT-STORY COLLECTION FOLLOWS ON FROM HER BOOK A LOVING, FAITHFUL ANIMAL, WHICH SAW HER NAMED ONE OF THE SYDNEY MORNING HERALD’S BEST YOUNG NOVELISTS FOR 2017

- Josephine Rowe

Certain days: it is easy to imagine this small, once prosperous river town (barely distinct from many other small, once-prosperous river towns) as if you are only passing through it, shun-piking the thruways in favor of the scenic rural two-lanes on a road trip in your better, your best life. The life in which your formidable boxer-turned-human-rights-lawyer wife has simply pointed to this town on a much-misfolded map and declared: Here, lunch. Possibly because of the town’s suggestive name, possibly because she is exactly twenty-eight miles from ravenous. You promise that after this town, from this town on, you will take over your share of the driving. Neither of you slept well last night, in a three-star last-minute in the town of Lake Whoever, but you’ve racked up several hours of passenger-side napping while your wife listened to the final chapters of Springsteen reading Springsteen, somehow keeping the rental car out of the loosestrife.

Neither of you will have hoped for much from this town – sandwich, tank of fuel, leg stretch in view of water – so it is quick to outstrip expectation, quick to disarm you with sleek geometric shop-window typography and skeins of wild geese overhead (the geese, too, only passing through), with the ratios of porch swings to porches and tire swings to maples. The egalitarian yacht club with its yard of bright vessels (none of them yachts) wintered tight under blue-and-white ship wrap. The wood across the river a gentle riot of autumn leaves, the tree line along, fire-feathered serpent outstretched along the bank, light breeze riffling its plumage. There are the occasional household stars-and-stripes, draped above doorways, between Neoclassical columns, but you don’t spy a single political sticker. In a spirit of cautious bipartisanship, one of you pronounces the town adorable, and the other agrees, True.