Don't Make Me Stop Now
by Michael Parker
Published by Algonquin Books
276 pages, 2007
Tours of Duty in the Jungles of Heartbreak
Reviewed by David Abrams
I have never burned down my house in the name of love, but in his new collection of stories, Michael Parker helps me understand why a guy named Sanderson takes a match to his place and incinerates all his belongings except for his car and the clothes on his back: all because he is still slavishly in love with his ex-girlfriend. In "The Right to Remain," planted midway through Don't Make Me Stop Now, Sanderson spends his cold nights parked at the curb in front of his old girlfriend's house in his "martyrmobile," making lists of all the things he should have done (but didn't) to prevent her from going off with another man.
When burning down his house doesn't capture the ex-girlfriend's attention, Sanderson sits and stares at her house, torturing himself with thoughts of what's going on behind the curtains. He eventually takes action, but it's a little too late and a little too feeble -- something we already know long before a sympathetic cop hauls him away.
Sanderson is just one of many forlorn and lovelorn characters Parker sets before us in Don't Make Me Stop Now. With a style that's unadorned to the point of being deceptively simple, Parker injects the reader under his characters' skin, making us feel the pain of anxiety, heartbreak, loneliness and miserable hope.
In "I Will Clean Your Attic," a woman, despondent over her husband leaving her, hires a handyman to haul away his belongings, only to find that the handyman is harboring a secret of his own. In "What Happens Next," the first and perhaps best story in the book, Charlie Yancey measures his commitment to prospective girlfriends against their reaction to the story of how he killed his grandmother by playing Humble Pie's "Hot 'N' Nasty" on a car stereo (trust me, it makes hilarious sense in Parker's hands).
In another of the book's gems, "Muddy Water, Turn to Wine," James is making love with a one-night stand named Erin while listening to ZZ Top when she gets a phone call. Erin comes back into the room and tells him that her father just died, then she pins him against the bed and continues to have sex with him. On a whim, James decides to take a road trip and drive her to the funeral. The story, like many others in Don't Make Me Stop Now, gathers its energy from the ironies and incongruities Parker inserts at right angles throughout the narrative.
Not all of the stories succeed. One about the sighting of a mythic nightbeast called Dogman, never really gels; another, "Off Island," about the three last residents of an island off North Carolina's coast, just doesn't fit in with the rest of the collection. But those are detours in a book that otherwise stays on track, bumping along the rough road of Carveresque blue-collar desperation.
In "The Golden Age of Heartbreak," this miserable fellow probably sums up the collection best:
Haven't we all been white-veined at some point in our lives? Parker knows the majority of us have gone through life staring at silent telephones, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot at the edge of a half-empty dance floor, grinding our teeth as we lie sweaty-headed on the pillow thinking about all the Lovely Desirable Ones we let slip away. This collection is full of rootless, longing characters who walk around with holes in their hearts looking for the right person to fill that shape. Who can't relate to people like that? After all, as Parker writes, we're all just on "extensive tours of duty in the jungles of heartbreak." | January 2007
David Abrams is a January Magazine contributing editor. He has written for Esquire, Glimmer Train Stories, The Greensboro Review, The Readerville Journal and other literary magazines.