
Book #44 of 2020:
The Lost Book of Adana Moreau by Michael Zapata
Ostensibly, this is a novel about a man whose late grandfather has a package come back as undeliverable after the funeral, and his efforts to track down its intended recipient, the son of the woman who wrote the unpublished manuscript inside. But that’s mostly just a thin framework to justify author Michael Zapata sharing the life story of seemingly every character even remotely involved with the matter. I don’t hate these vignettes on their own terms, but I also don’t really understand why they’ve all been included — nor why the main protagonist cares about what he’s doing and why I should as a reader.
That’s particularly true when the journey takes him to New Orleans in the direct aftermath of Hurricane Katrina; Zapata provides a wrenching look at the devastation from the storm, but doesn’t seem to notice that he’s writing about the resources devoted to giving a complete stranger a book in a time when so many people needed actual help. I feel very detached from this narrative, and don’t think it adds up to much resolution in the end either.
[Content warning for racism.]
★★☆☆☆








