The Old Romantic
By Louise Dean
352 pages;
Riverhead Hardcover
Just about everyone who turns 18 dreams of changing their name and
running off into the night, never to be seen again. But what if you
actually did it and ended up, not on the mythical open road, but at the
one of the best universities in the country? What if you became, not a
rock star or famous painter, but a divorce lawyer, with all the
stereotypical trappings; Range Rover, flashy flat, spa-addicted
girlfriend? Deep into middle age, Nick finally comes home to
confront/forgive/survive his long-abandoned father, Ken— one of the
crankiest, cheapest, sourest, most foul-mouthed men on the planet, who's
also begun to question his own life choices, due to a new friendship
with an obese undertaker. What ensues goes far, far deeper than the
repair of one familial relationship as Nick's brother, mother,
stepmother, sister-in-law, girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, and old roommates
from Cambridge get involved—each with his or her own versions of what
happened when Nick disappeared in the past and each with his or her own
role to play in his future. As a writer, Dean's gift is to make totally
unappealing people intriguing, funny, vulnerable, and even lovable.
You'll end up laughing (with glee!) as Nick, Nick's brother and his
father Ken hit the road to chase down Ken's trod-upon ex-wife and his
supposedly stolen 40,000 pounds, only to have your heart broken when
Nick admits finally, "He wanted
to be in the car with his family," remembering a childhood trip when
"they came back from that cherry-pie pub....mouths full of After-Eight
mints, his mother dispensing them from her handbag, fairly and squarely,
and how he and his brother slept the sleep of angels in the back of the
car, how sleep was never as good as that ever again, a rocking
contentment, well fed, happy... lurching in and out of his tubby little
brother and ending up at their favorite arrangement, where he had his
head on his brother's back and his brother had his head on his lap."
This is the genius of The Old Romantic, which
captures so acutely those moments when our golden looks at the past
brush up against with our black, bleak visions of the present, leaving
us to decide which view, exactly, will permanently color the other—and
ourselves.