Lonesome Standard Time - Hardcover

Though apparently intended as an elegiac ode to a rural Northeast town ravaged by the by-products of a toxic waste dump, Jennings's latest novel (after Women of Granite) is coarsened by cliches of plot and character. The story opens with the murder of a journalist intent on exposing the corruption of Sanborn Hunt, owner of the waste management company that has devastated the tiny hamlet of Hunt's Station. But the focus quickly shifts to Hank Rodgers, who, after 15 years, returns to the community from New York City, leaving behind a dying marriage and a failed career as a novelist. Rodgers finds himself dragged into a romantic triangle with Maggie Parriss, a young woman desperate to leave town, and Clare Hunt, an old flame who happens to be Sanborn's daughter. Between trysts, he drifts back into the old rural rituals, the most prominent being a weekly songfest led by the stoic factory foreman, who is later killed under mysterious circumstances. Rodgers learns, too, that the journalist was found dead on the grounds of the dump. The most prominent suspect in both deaths is Sanborn's seedy waste hauler, who also manufactures the town's infamous home brew. Jennings, a native of rural New Hampshire, displays a succinct knowledge of small-town ways. His sensibility here tends toward the mawkish ("You [Hank] left your heart here, you left your soul. And you finally come back to reclaim them."). The disjointed, episodic plot leads to a flat and anticlimactic ending that offers a tepid resolution to the romantic triangle. Author tour.
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Jennings performs phantasmagoric euthanasia on the expiring burg of Hunt's Station. A toxic dump, the place is inhabited by an odd set of people with nocturnal proclivities: women play the fiddle into the night; a crusty cuss does the same with the banjo; Clare Hunt wails away with lonesome songs; Dirty Willy swills beer and climbs the tree called Raven's Roost, named after the only nonhuman animal that can survive in this environmental disaster area. Things will never look up in Hunt's Station, but a prodigal son of the banjo man returns to see whether they might. The reappearance of Hank Rodgers activates the cast of characters. Dirty Willy degenerates from disgusting slob into the agent of the town's demonic decline. He kills one man, but in a surreal passage, he is run down by Hank, who was drag racing against two ghost cars. Then Willy, "a virus seeking a host," drags his broken body back to town and ignites himself, which sets off the toxins that combust the whole town in an extremely weird auto-da-fe. Imaginatively bizarre, call this Jennings' version of anomie in environmentally disastrous times. Gilbert Taylor