Michael Mirolla's The Last News VendorReviewed by Aaron Schneider
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Michael Mirolla’s The Last News Vendor is an unexpected book. A short book narrated in the first person by a protagonist whose self-awareness has closed on itself in a circle of solipsistic delusion, The Last News Vendor is the kind of book that is more often written by Europeans or Latin Americans than Canadians. It is reminiscent of Ernesto Sabato’s The Tunnel, Witold Gombrowicz’s Pornografia or Elias Canetti’s Auto da Fé. It begins slightly off-kilter to the world and descends quickly into a strangeness that is simultaneously disturbing and satisfying.
The book follows a man’s obsession with the one-legged proprietor of the last newsstand in the unnamed city in which the novel is set. Unemployed, supported by his partner who is an exotic dancer, and alienated from both her and his children, the narrator embarks on macabre plan to take on the appearance of the newsstand owner and replace him. Without giving anything away, I can tell you that he succeeds, but not in the way that he expects or with the results he hopes for. One of the book’s strengths is the way that it plays out its own strange logic, pilling on absurdity to create a narrative that is fatalistic, predictable (if you are familiar with the genre within which Mirolla is working), but always engaging. Like the train that bears down on the protagonist at one point, you can see it coming, but it is all the more riveting because you can see it bearing steadily and irrevocably down on you. The book works in large part because of the narrative voice. It is intellectual, recursive, prone to digression and self-correction, and emphatically self-enclosed. It is the voice of a mind trapped in the ravelling maze of its own thoughts, and it matches the narrative perfectly. The Last News Vendor begins: |