The Spectators: A Novel - Couverture rigide

DuBois, Jennifer

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ISBN 10 : 0812995880 ISBN 13 : 9780812995886

Editeur : Random House, 2019

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One

Cel

1993

Cel is in the greenroom pre-­interviewing the devil-­boy when the first reports of the shooting come in.

The devil-­boy’s name is Ezra Rosenzweig, though Cel has been told to address him only as Damian. He has a black odalisque neck tattoo and thumb-­sized subdermal horn implants; Cel keeps expecting these to twitch expressively, somehow, like the ears of a small dog. But the devil-­boy’s horns do not move, and alongside his shaved eyebrows they contribute to an expression of general impassivity, so Cel doesn’t quite register the extent of his surprise when he stops speaking of Satanic baptismal rites and says, “Oh, shit.”

Cel follows his gaze to the television, turned to a perpetually mute CNN. On the screen is a crimson-­blazered anchorwoman with melancholic eyes. Below her, a breaking news chyron declares that a shooter, or possibly two, has opened fire at a high school outside Cleveland. Cel turns up the volume.

“—­High School has over fifteen hundred students enrolled,” the anchorwoman is saying. Below her, rolling text announces reports of multiple casualties. The anchor wears an expression of perfectly choreographed concern—­Cel would never have noticed the hint of relief beneath it if she didn’t work in television. “No word yet on who the shooter, or shooters, may be, but some early reports have suggested that students themselves could be involved—­”

“Awful,” says Cel, realizing that this is not the right word.

Luke appears in the door, holding a clipboard. The clipboard is with him always, whether he has need to clip anything or not.

“You saw,” he says, glancing at the television.

“We saw,” says Cel. “You remember Luke, right, Ezra? I mean. Damian.” On the screen, chopper footage is showing a bird’s-­eye view of the school: red-­bricked, flanked by skeins of dusty playing fields. “Luke is a producer here at the show.”

Luke loathes the use of indefinite articles in reference to his job.

“Yeah,” says the devil-­boy, with unexpected timorousness.

“Hi,” says Luke, turning his head in the devil-­boy’s direction. Luke has a gift for interacting with guests as though they are not entirely there; the way he addresses them somehow suggests that their speaking back would be not just impertinent, but impossible—­as though he is a weatherman and they are a green-­screen tornado.

On the screen, the frame has extended to reveal an army of emergency vehicles: fire trucks, ambulances, police cars, local and state. Beyond the line of cars, Cel can just make out a few figures in lime-­green jackets—­EMTs, she figures, though none of them seem to be doing anything but waiting. Cel’s mouth goes dry as she thinks of what they are waiting for.

“So.” Luke lets out a low whoosh of air.

“Awful,” Cel says again, senselessly. The devil-­boy is staring not at the television but at Luke, a look of respectful, nearly sycophantic curiosity on his face. Cel sincerely hopes that Luke doesn’t see this, though she suspects that, all appearances to the contrary, he actually always sees everything.

Luke turns, his gaze scraping at the air.

“I’m going to borrow Cel for a minute, okay, pal?” Luke does not wait for the devil-­boy’s assent. “Sara here will wait with you.”

Sara Ramos, the audience coordinator, has materialized in the doorway. Cel regards her with interest—­however much she dislikes her own job, she cannot imagine the horrors of Sara’s—­then follows Luke and his clipboard into the hall. Outside, Luke tells her that Mattie wants to cancel today’s taping.

“Out of respect for the victims,” he adds after a moment. From his tone, Cel can’t tell whether he agrees with this decision or is just tired of fighting with Mattie. Either way, she knows he must be apoplectic about the timing.

“Of course.” Cel nods at the door, where the devil-­boy is waiting, unsuspecting. “So we’ll tell him—­tomorrow?”

Luke’s grimace deepens beyond his usual default grimace.

“I mean, is this just for today, or—­?”

“I don’t know.”

“So—­Monday, then?”

“You don’t have to tell him anything. Jesus.” Luke runs his clipboard-­free hand through his hair. “Tell him we’ll be in touch.”

“Is Mattie on strike now, or what?”

“We just need to be very attentive to the optics.” Luke is using what Cel thinks of as his press release voice.

“After Secret Crush,” says Cal.

“Stop mentioning it. But yes.”

Cel only ever mentions it to Luke—­even she isn’t that stupid. “Secret Crush” technically refers to an entire category of shows—­the formula is exactly what it sounds like, and Mattie has done dozens—­but these days is usually used to allude to a single episode. In that show, the Secret Crush object and subject were both men—­longtime co-­workers, evidently—­and though this was not the first time that had happened, it was the first time anyone involved seemed genuinely surprised. The Crushee had stormed off the stage and, later, badly beaten his admirer in the parking lot. Cel had heard he’d suffered permanent brain damage, though she’d also heard that the whole thing was staged, a PR stunt so ill-­conceived that it was arguably better to let the world think it was an actual hate crime. Cel’s predecessor had quit and/or been fired and/or, according to some accounts, been hospitalized: the show had had to replace her in a hurry that bordered on derangement, which is how they’d wound up with Cel.

“I suppose that makes sense,” she says now. It does, from the standpoint of public relations—­which is, she has to keep reminding herself, her job, her job, somehow her job. But what really makes sense is that behind Mattie’s stated reason for canceling is another reason, and that this reason is cynical and self-­serving. One of Mattie’s many areas of genius is his ability to maintain a perfect streak of Cel’s abysmally low regard.

Revue de presse

“In addition to being a well-spun epic, The Spectators is an examination of the spectacle-driven culture we’re all part of.”—Refinery29

“The Spectators is yet another triumph in an impressive oeuvre: a brave and painfully vivid excavation of the AIDS crisis in New York that, with its fine prose, breathes life back into an era of death.”—Karan Mahajan, author of the National Book Award finalist The Association of Small Bombs

“The Spectators, the third novel by the well-regarded author Jennifer duBois, often thrums with vibrancy and echoes divisive current events as it covers a timeline from the late 1960s to the early 1990s. It also gains momentum when the plot takes a sudden, sinister twist—a threat of blackmail, a shooter’s potentially explosive letter, a secret taping. . . . A searingly felt remembrance.”—Associated Press

“Covering three decades of American culture, including the nineties pop culture wars and the AIDS crisis of the eighties to the liberated seventies, this may be duBois’s most ambitious work yet.”—Lit Hub, “Most Anticipated Books of 2019”

“Elegant, enigmatic, and haunting.”—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

“The Spectators is a beautifully written, even aphoristic novel, but its greatest strength is its characterization. . . . Brilliantly conceived and . . . utterly unforgettable.”—Booklist (starred review)

“A Whiting Award winner and PEN/Hemingway nominee, duBois writes an especially timely novel exploring the power of the media to foment chaos and the culpability of the public that validates the discord by watching.”—Library Journal

“A powerful novel . . . DuBois spans some thirty years of New York City history, moving between the queer gestalt of the 1970s and the television-junkie culture of the 1990s.”—Publishers Weekly

“A Whiting Award winner and PEN/Hemingway nominee, duBois writes an especially timely novel exploring the power of the media to foment chaos and the culpability of the public that validates the discord by watching.”—Library Journal

“The Spectators is magnificent, a richly textured epic suffused in heartbreak yet spring-loaded with vitality. Jennifer duBois is among the finest writers of our generation and this is her most accomplished novel.”—Anthony Marra, author of The Tsar of Love and Techno

“Another breathtaking novel from one of our most brilliant writers . . . No one writes about the contradictions of American society and the foibles of the human heart with such incisive wit and sensitivity. The Spectators is a tense and propulsive exploration of how easily we can let our best intentions slip away. As secrets are uncovered, Jennifer duBois reminds us that to truly see, without apology or artifice, is itself an act of compassion. This novel pulses with intelligence and heart.”—Kirstin Valdez Quade, author of Night at the Fiestas

À propos de cette édition

• Éditeur: Random House
• Date d'édition: 2019
• ISBN 10: 0812995880
• ISBN 13: 9780812995886
• Reliure: Relié
• Nombre de pages: 352