Three years ago, McSweeney’s published Stephen Dixon’s acclaimed I. Now, the two-time National Book Award nominee revisits that book’s intimate territory, tightening his unflinching focus even as he widens the scope. Dixon is still a master stylist, and the narrator’s tense, breakneck reflections on loss in all contexts are imbued with remarkable urgency and warmth.
Stephen Dixon was a novelist and short story author who published hundreds of stories in an incredible list of literary journals. Dixon was nominated for the National Book Award twice--in 1991 for Frog and in 1995 for Interstate--and his writing also earned him a Guggenheim Fellowship, the American Academy Institute of Arts and Letters Prize for Fiction, the O. Henry Award, and the Pushcart Prize.
The last outing from Dixon’s alter-ego I. is another novel-in-stories poking into past wounds for wistful and comic effect written in trademark Dixonese. Among the highlights is a modern breakup tale that has the violent desperation and pathos of an angst-ridden Victorian classic and a story exploring the passing of a former friend that captures the shrug of sorrow when a phantom of the past formally ceases to exist.
This is a great story of an aging man. I. is the main character which I like a lot. It puts the reader in the center of the narrative. Dixon is great to say the least and this is one of his many wonderful novels.