That Old Cape Magic
Richard Russo hasn't been a regular for me like he is for some academics. I read Straight Man on the recommendation of a grad school friend, and it was enjoyable, funny enough and sad at times, but it didn't make me a Russo fan. That Old Cape Magic is softer, less hard-edged and more forgiving. The story begins with a narrator who can't precisely explain why he's reflecting on his east-coast life as a professor and his 34-year marriage. We slowly learn that he's hauling his father's ashes around, and that his father's death was recent. This is not living the examined life, but it is the way tragedy works, sneaking in on the edges of consciousness in bite-sized shockwaves. There's so much that the narrator understands about his life, and yet so little that he really grasps, and the frequent phonecalls from his comically self-absorbed mother derail him over and over. It's as though we're peeking into his first emotional reflections, and t...