“People who are harder to love pose a challenge, and the challenge makes them easier to love. You're driven to love them. People who want their love easy don't really want love.”

The book opens with two motorcycle rides decades and continents apart. Valera is part of an Italian motorcycle unit during WWI when he kills a German soldier with a motorcycle headlight. Decades later he will go on to form the Valera motorcycle and tyre company. Decades the novel's main character Reno, 23 years old and weirdly guileless, rides a Moto Valera motorcycle through her home state of Nevada.

Reno's moves to a listless New York in the late 1970s in the hope of turning her fascination with motorcycles and speed into successful art career. There she finds prostitutes, drunks, and "Sorry, no credit" signs in the bars but her arrival also coincides with an explosion of artistic activity as artists begin to colonise the old deserted industrial areas of the city. Reno soon finds herself drawn in to a world of poseurs, dreamers and raconteurs, and becomes the lover of a successful artist who is also the estranged youngest Valera son. Reno is invited to visit Italy and the Valera factory but when she travels to the country with her lover she finds herself embroiled in bitter familial disputes, worker strikes and radicals linked with the Red Brigade. Unfortunately she later returns to New York.

This novel is a first-person narrative with minimal plot interspersed with a few third-person documentary-style chapters about Valera, founder of the Moto Valera company, that fail to really lift the whole. The most successfully section takes place in Italy, in particular at the family home of Reno's aristocratic boyfriend, Sandro. Here, Kushner portrays the rich with a sort of cruel delight. Unfortunately she later returns to New York and its poseurs.

'The Flamethrowers' is thematically ambitious. Kushner attempts to link early- and late-20th-century movements in art and political activism but fails to really achieve it. The novel starts well but sadly drifts in the middle and she fails to really pull it back afterwards. Maybe the book would have been better if it had been given a third-person narrative but in the end I found none of the characters particularly engaging and along with most modern art I found them pretentious and facile. I didn't hate this book but it didn't really interest me either. ( )

The star rating system has its limitations. _The Flame Throwers_ feels like the the author drew a set of random topics out of a bag (land speed records in Bonneville / the New York art scene in the 70s / labor uprisings in Italy) and crafted a novel around these disparate threads. Kushner is presenting three modes of being an artist; the obsessive trainspotting type that care most about materials and methods (exemplified by Marvin and his photoshop); the art scenesters who play a role, putting artifice over authenticity (Giddle, the waitress / performance artist is a fine example of this, treating her job as a work of art as a way of coping with its mundane limitations).

Our narrator Reno is the third type. She is admirable because she is so open to experience, and takes her own feelings and instincts seriously. She is not trying to be an "artist" but rather she is driven to the creative act by a force that she doesn't really understand, like her love of speed. I think Kushner's point is that this creative drive is like falling in love; it often leads to disappointment but we have no choice in how we experience it. Our decisions are complicated and rarely rational; the only way to make sense of the world is to not close off unexpected avenues of experience and not to neglect our creative drive. ( )

Come to an in-person discussion of this book at the Willett Free Library, Saturday, March 28, at 10am. ( )

A series of unfortunate events........ ( )

Just finished the last of the five free books I brought home from the ALA midwinter conference.
The Flamethrowers
The Dinner
And Sons
The Woman Upstairs
In the House upon the Dirt between the Lake and the Woods

The Flamethrowers was the best of the bunch. ( )