ABLUTIONS: NOTES FOR A NOVEL by Patrick deWitt
A review of

Ablutions: Notes for a Novel

by Patrick deWitt

Central question: Will you ever get out of this world alive?
Format: 176 pp., cloth; Size: 5 ½" x 8 ¼"; Price: $23.00; Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt; Editor: Jenna Johnson; Print run: 7,500; Book design: Bob Overholtzer; Cover illustration: Patrick Barry; Typeface: Scala; Agent: Peter McGuigan; Author was born on: a very large island; Duration of time author tended bar on Santa Monica & Vine: for six years; Representative sentence: “He asks for five dollars and you give him twenty and it occurs to you that you are witnessing the birth of a homeless man, and you will never again be one of those who look upon a staggering wino and say, ‘How did he get to be so low down?’”

The protagonist of Ablutions works as a barback but spends most of his shift downing whiskey, popping pills, and sampling cocaine. Then, at the end of the night, after listening to the delusional ramblings of the regulars and rinsing a few glasses, he drives home fucked up. Then he wakes up and vomits “on the porcelain of the toilet” so his wife won’t hear. Then, on the night his manager is prognosticated to be murdered (long story), he watches, “much in the way one watches gory surgery on television,” a group of his coworkers and customers work a pair of prostitutes “like plow horses.” That takes us to page fifty-three. The drinking, drug-taking, and decline have only just begun.

Since the novel is set in a seedy Los Angeles bar and describes the ravaging possibility of the protagonist’s severe alcoholism, one may be tempted to dismiss Patrick deWitt’s Ablutions as nothing more than another in a litany of imitators of Charles Bukowski’s spare, romanticized, and insistent oeuvre. But Ablutions is much more ambitious and successful than that. DeWitt employs an inventive, layered style of storytelling that is as self-aware and stylized as it is propulsive and unaffected, that is as heartbreaking as it is hilarious.

The subtitle is Notes for a Novel, and that’s what it is. “Discuss the regulars,” instructs the imperative first sentence. In the second sentence, he does: “They sit in a line like ugly, huddled birds, eyes wet with alcohol.” In the third sentence, he introduces “you,” the protagonist: “They whisper into their cups and seem to be gloating about something—you will never know what.” As effortlessly and as simply as that, deWitt creates a new point of view. “You” is simultaneously the author, the narrator, the protagonist, and the reader. The narrator is writing instructions to himself and descriptions for use later—we just happen to be reading over his shoulder.

The pretense that this novel is just notes for another one not only strengthens the autobiographical assumption that’s inherent to accounts of addiction, it also equates “you” (e.g., the reader) both with this dangerous barman and with the author who ostensibly is his real-life double.

“Your plan is to keep an at-home stolen-monies pile, separate from your life-monies pile, and to cultivate it to a respectable size and then, at some key point, utilize it dramatically.” You aren’t sitting around reading a book; you are organizing the money you stole from the bar where you work. Which is a lot more exciting. The web of association nets you inside the narrative, and the result is an utterly compelling novel. (I read it twice, each time in a single sitting.)

The book’s grip may derive from formal ingenuity, but it ultimately takes hold in the marvelous density and acuity of deWitt’s prose. When the protagonist takes painkillers, the “pills congregate in your fingertips like lazy students in an empty hall.” When bar patrons talk, “the lies were feeble articles, too sad even to handle and dismantle.”

Like Sam Lipsyte’s Home Land, Jesse Ball’s Samedi the Deafness, and Deb Olin Unferth’s Vacation, Ablutions incorporates the innovations of the metafictionists, and also addresses more traditional concerns of the novel, such as telling a good story well. DeWitt succeeds at this remarkably. Along the way, he crafts a narrative of precise subtlety and seemingly effortless invention.

—Theodore McDermott

Theodore McDermott’s fiction and nonfiction have appeared in various publications, and he recently completed a novel.

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