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Lust Down East

Courtship can be complicated on the coast of Maine.

Sep 3, 2007, Vol. 12, No. 47 • By STEFAN BECK
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Summer People

by Brian Groh

Ecco, 304 pp., $24.95

The countless reviews of Zachary Leader's Life of Kingsley Amis have made one thing clear: The reading public eagerly awaits the Second Coming of the Angry Young Man. Many decades have passed since he scorched the bedclothes in Amis's Lucky Jim or tumbled down a staircase, propelled by too many pink gins, in Alan Sillitoe's Saturday Night and Sunday Morning. Literature has grown too sleepy, too sedentary, in his long absence. Where's this rough beast been hibernating, and when's he plan on slouching toward the Bombay Sapphire to be born?

For the faithful, there's good news and bad news. First, the good: The legendary menace enjoys a sort-of reincarnation in Nathan Empson, the hapless, ill-treated young hero of Brian Groh's debut novel, Summer People. Nathan is an aspiring (that is, broke) graphic novelist summering in a posh Maine coast town. This is no clambake, though: He's been hired to take care of Ellen Broderick, an old and fast-fading former beauty, while beating back mind-pureeing boredom, nursing a broken heart, and trying to make sense of the locals' mounting hostility.

Nathan has plenty to be angry about. Ellen's sons haven't informed him of her medical condition. Whether it's dementia or Alzheimer's disease is left to the reader to diagnose, but it makes little difference to Ellen's unprepared, overtaxed caregiver. Nor have they warned him that many of Ellen's neighbors eye her from the wreckage of spectacularly burned bridges. Nathan takes the heat for Ellen's past sins in a crucible of class warfare and guilt-by-association: What's a Cleveland college dropout doing in our little seaside paradise, and where's he get off helping that woman, anyway?

His only ally in the WASP nest of Brightonfield Cove is a punk-turned-pastor named Eldwin Lowell. The "cool priest," sadly, has been made a stock character by real life if not by literature, so Groh reassures us that "Eldwin Lowell had ashen crescents beneath his blue eyes, and looked more like an overworked professor than the eager boy-man ministers Nathan had known." Eldwin, with his drinking, his depressive wife, and his Aristotelian sermons, is a mature character and never merely a mouthpiece for convenient truths. He helps Nathan through rough spots, but not even their conversations are exempt from the uneasiness that permeates nearly every exchange in Summer People. Some of these are memorably awkward. Here's what happens when Nathan, mistaken for someone worthier, is invited on a yacht outing:

"I thought you were Ben Darrow's son." "Well, I'm not." Nathan smiled, not knowing what else to say. "Will you excuse me for just a minute?" Kendra said, moving through a few rows of cars to where a light blue Volvo station wagon was parked. . . . [S]he stayed two rows of cars apart from Nathan as she walked back toward the clubhouse. Maybe she was planning to talk with her friends about the confusion, to make sure that they were comfortable with the situation before inviting Nathan onto the boat, but Nathan was embarrassed by that idea, and couldn't help calling her name. Kendra stopped and raised her eyebrows as if surprised to see him still standing there.

Nathan, with humility and aplomb, lets this ugly trout off the hook, but he daydreams about "a rogue wave that would wrench the yacht to the ocean floor, but allow Kendra to escape and flail for hours before being torn apart by a shark." These asides are satisfying, but the reader could do with more of them--and with more of them said out loud, preferably accompanied by Campari-and-sodas or platters of Oysters Rockefeller hurled at the offenders with great force.

That's the bad news. Nathan is angry, but that he tries--and often manages--to keep it to himself makes Summer People less bracing and hilarious than it might have been. Nathan is perfectly believable as a timid romantic, absorbed by his art and his private thoughts, but it's hard not to wish he'd unleash his inner Jaws on the unsuspecting sunbathers of Brightonfield Cove.

His pursuit of Eldwin's nanny, Leah, poses the same problem. What's become of boiling, unapologetic lust? Nathan's hides behind studied shyness and picnic baskets, portrait-sketching and red wine. Then again, he woos Leah just as one would an Abercrombie & Fitch model with a Crest White Strips smile and nothing much to say.