Barren Island a Novel / Carol Zoref Reviews

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When I heard the news that a novel called Barren Island by Carol Zoref had been long-listed for this year's National Volume Accolade for fiction, my first reaction was Oof! Had another writer browbeaten me to the punch?

In that location tin can just be one Barren Island, I told myself. It'southward a wafer of sand and scrub in New York City's vast Jamaica Bay, and so named by the early Dutch settlers for the bears that may or may not have roamed at that place, and afterward destined to live up to its Anglicized name when it became the final destination for the city's garbage and for its dead horses and other animals that were brought there by barge to be skinned, dismantled, boiled, and turned into fertilizer and glue in the ghastly factories of Arid Island. Those factories were manned mostly by immigrants from Eastern Europe, Greece, Italy, and Ireland, and by African-Americans up from the South. Diphtheria and typhoid epidemics were frequent visitors. The stench and filth and vermin were appalling. "Horrors," recalls one man who grew upwardly in that location.

I happened to know this obscure history because for the past dozen years or so I've been gathering string, off and on, for a novel I am (was?) hoping to set on Arid Isle. Its fundamental character is based on a schoolteacher named Jane Shaw, who rode the trolley from her habitation in Fort Greene, Brooklyn, to the boat that carried her to Barren Isle every Sunday night. She and so spent the weekdays teaching the children of the immigrants who worked the factories. She brightened their lives by helping them institute vegetable and flower gardens, sew defunction, dress up homes that were little more than shacks. She bought a piano with her own coin, gave lessons, held dances. On Friday nights she returned to her Brooklyn dwelling house, where she invited her eighth-grade graduating course to a proper tea every twelvemonth, the start time many of them set foot off their isolated isle. She did this from the end of the Start World War until 1936, when the metropolis'due south ruthless master builder, Robert Moses, evicted the residents and bulldozed the settlement to brand way for his Marine Park project. Jane Shaw got Moses to concur to let her students cease the school year before the bulldozers moved in. The people of Barren Island revered Jane Shaw, which gave me a working title for my novel: The Affections of Barren Island.

So I opened Carol Zoref's novel with a feeling of—no other word for it—dread. On the very showtime folio I learned that, yes indeed, there is merely i Barren Island, and Carol Zoref had beaten me to it. The novel is narrated in the first person by eighty-year-erstwhile Marta Eisenstein Lane, who is looking dorsum on her coming of historic period on Barren Island's smaller, fictional neighbor, Arid Shoal, where her father, an immigrant from Republic of belarus, works in the factory dismantling horses and other dead animals so they tin be transformed into such valuable commodities as glue and nitroglycerin. Marta's tale unfolds amid horrors, tenderness, and dazzler that accept the fe ring of truth. Ane solar day Marta's mother fails to save Marta's infant sis from drowning in a washtub total of scalding h2o. Some other day there's a devastating explosion in the factory. Marta also experiences grace notes, angling and picking berries, witnessing a rally at Union Square, seeing Tosca at the Metropolitan Opera, tasting first dear and watching, from a altitude, every bit the Low grinds toward another World War. Jane Shaw fifty-fifty makes a cameo. This is Zoref'due south first novel, and at that place is some implausible dialog (and a few unfortunate typos), but it's an assured and deeply felt work. By the finish of the book, my initial dread had given way to please—that some other writer shares my belief that stories from a forgotten place, a blend of the made-upward and the real, tin can exist worthy of telling.

Subsequently I finished the book, I phoned Carol Zoref in her role at Sarah Lawrence Higher, where she teaches creative writing. (She too teaches at New York Academy.) First, I asked Zoref how she became aware of Arid Island. "A long time agone I saw an commodity in The New York Times about a book about the trash of New York, and it mentioned Barren Island," she replied. "The article had a picture of a guy who had grown up on Barren Island, and I thought that was an extraordinary thing. So I bought the book and read it. And I had a question: what would it have been similar to live there on Barren Isle? It'south one thing to work in that sort of setting, merely to actually live there as a child, to grow up there, so shut to the city and but and so far from the metropolis—I just couldn't imagine what that would have been like."

coverAmazing. That newspaper article was my introduction to Arid Island, too. It was written by Kirk Johnson and published on Nov. 7, 2000, under the headline "All the Dead Horses, Adjacent Door; Bittersweet Memories of the City's Isle of Garbage." I, too, read the book mentioned in the article, Benjamin Miller'south Fat of the Land: Garbage of New York, the Last 2 Hundred Years. That book spawned a fascination with the city's waste material that's yet alive today. I asked Zoref, "What kind of enquiry did you do? Did you lot do a lot of archival stuff? Was it mostly imagining?"

"At that place was no archival research," she said. "In fact, I never saw a photograph of Barren Isle until the spring of 2016, when the volume'southward jacket designer and I started talking most what the cover should look similar. The public library of New York had just digitized its collection, so I was able to see what the place looked like. Much to my relief, my imagination had served me well. Equally far as the rest of it was concerned, it was a combination of flotsam and jetsam stuff that I knew but wasn't exactly sure when it happened. A simple timeline helped. So looking at photographs, programs on television about the Depression, descriptions of the flora and fauna of Long Island. When I started, I knew the bookends would exist 1929, when the stock market place crashed, and 1939, when the Germans invaded Poland. What happened betwixt the Earth Wars? I ended the book a piffling after Barren Island was actually closed because the coming of Globe War 2 is present in the novel the entire fourth dimension. People are escaping Europe because things are lousy for Jews and they need to get out. People are working these jobs on Barren Island because they're working any jobs they tin can get. People are picking through the garbage because they're starving. Those smokestacks and those rendering plants certainly are waving a flag saying the death camps are coming, and a unlike kind of oven is coming."

"What was the entreatment of this spot and these people to you as a writer?" I asked.

"The appeal to me had to do with power and powerlessness, and the means in which the awfulness of quotidian life tin can't be escaped. Each of these characters has their own lives and ambitions that aren't that different from our own in the 21st century."

Ane of my favorite characters in the novel is Miss Finn, who teaches in the one-room schoolhouse. "Did you model her on Jane Shaw?" I asked. "Where did she come up from?"

cover"I knew Jane Shaw existed and I knew she stood upwards to Robert Moses, who I've always establish an interesting graphic symbol. I read The Ability Banker and I idea, wow, what a brilliant crazy wonderful horrible human being—all those things rolled into one. We wouldn't have parks if we hadn't had Robert Moses, but we as well wouldn't accept the Cantankerous-Bronx Expressway running through the middle of people's lives. I couldn't believe Jane Shaw stood up to him and won. Nobody did that again until Jane Jacobs. Somebody teaching in this i-room schoolhouse could have a tremendous amount of influence. A lot of stuff got tucked into Miss Finn. What happened to these teenage girls in her classes? Well, girls got pregnant and had abortions—long before abortion was legal. It was dangerous and complicated. Miss Finn seems quiet and apprehensive, but she's worldly in her ain manner. Her sister was the doctor who performed abortions."

It was fourth dimension for me to make an admission. "I read that article in TheTimes and I read Benjamin Miller's book," I said, "and I became totally fascinated by Barren Isle. Now I've got my own Barren Isle box. But I got busy with other things, and my idea of writing a novel about the place went on the back burner. When I heard that a novel called Barren Island was nominated for the National Book Laurels, my heart dropped into my shoes."

"Deplorable!" she said, with a express joy.

"And then I got your volume, and as I read I felt uplifted. Somebody else out there sees the potential of a story about a place, nearly a moment like this! Information technology'due south been an uplifting experience. I estimate what I'm trying to say is give thanks y'all."

"Well, give thanks yous. I remember there'southward no place or no story that exists that wouldn't exist written near differently by different writers. And that's fine. That'due south skilful. As obscure every bit things can be, then what? Everyone's interest comes from a different feeling."

And I have a feeling, a surprising feeling, that The Affections of Barren Island still has a pulse.

Pecker Morris is a staff writer for The Millions. He is the writer of the novels Motor City Burning, All Souls' Day, and Motor City, and the nonfiction book American Berserk. His writing has appeared in numerous publications, including Granta, The New York Times, The (London) Independent, Fifty.A. Weekly, Popular Mechanics, and The Daily Beast. He lives in New York City.

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