ANOTHER GREAT REVIEW of Lost Angeles has arrived from Wendy Powers, co-author of The Testament of Judith Barton who generously took time out of her schedule to not only read my little book but also to share her thoughts...
Doug, the protagonist and narrator of Dave Louden’s debut novel, Lost Angeles, may find himself lost as
he navigates between memories of his native Belfast
and the L.A. to
which he’s run; but the reader is never lost in the sure hands of this
storyteller.
From the opening chapter which catapults Doug into Los
Angeles , straight off the plane from Belfast and into a near-fight in a fast food
box, the reader is taken for a ride.
Louden owes a debt to Bukowski, but he has nevertheless his own original
voice: wry, sharp and sarcastic, confident.
He has an amazing facility with words which may be a tribute to the
Irish gift for story-telling, but is surely his own gift, too. Doug is in control of the telling of the tale
– if not his own life.
Louden has a knack for writing sentences that seem too off-hand to
be coy, contrasting urban grit and philosophical ideals in phrases like "devour chicken wings like life does
dreams.” The writing feels as if it’s
been written in a white heat, and it pulls the reader along for the ride.
The punctuation flows lifelike, but hard to say if that is a
fault of the writing or a very purposeful capture of the narrator’s voice. It is a man’s voice, to be sure, one with
which a female reader may occasionally have trouble connecting – especially in
regards to the high number of sexual escapades, which make some chapters read as
a Penthouse tale. But having said that, they are entertaining
chapters, to be sure.
Some female
characters could bear to be more three-dimensional, less a fantasy or nightmare
in Doug’s mind. Though whether that is a
fault of the story-telling, or a brilliant insight into Doug’s point-of-view,
hard to say. When we meet Kelly, the
woman with whom Doug has had the best chance, perhaps of creating a long-term
life, their relationship is already disintegrating; but she remains a force in
the novel, a comparison against the many other women Doug meets, till it’s no
surprise if yet still shocking in its sadness to find out that what drove Doug
to L.A. was Kelly’s fate.
From the sunny days and neon-lit nights of L.A. ,
to the rainy and dark winter afternoons of Belfast , Louden has an especial gift for
capturing cities as if they were characters themselves. As Doug walks through them, you feel these
two cities’ respective breath on your back, their rhythm and beat, as a musical
underscore to the story.
Louden also exhibits an admirable facility for handling changes in
time and place. From the narrator’s
memories of childhood and lost loves in Belfast ,
to his episodic wanderings through L.A. ,
the reader is whisked back and forth in time and place with ease. The novel feels as if it must have been
carefully plotted, yet reads with a naturalism that contradicts that.
Lost Angeles partakes of the picaresque genre, except that Doug does grow as a
character, coming to grips with what has hurt him so by the end of the
novel. The story earns its ending, in
which Doug, having exorcised his ghosts, or at least come to grips with them by
staring them straight on, finds his calling.
This reader, for one, hopes that the author of Lost Angeles has, too. The novel’s
final sentence is perfection.
Lost Angeles is available from December 1st 2012 in Paperback and Kindle.
To read the first chapter click [here].