Comparisons with Alice Sebold's better-known play on the same theme are unavoidable (so I won't avoid them), but Duncan's Death of an Ordinary Man is not afraid to go to places, dark places, that The Lovely Bones tends to (delicately, beautifully) swerve around. For that alone I prefer Duncan's effort.
Death of an Ordinary Man takes some getting used to (especially if you jump into it after having just read a James Frey novel); Duncan's style in this novel is ethereal, wispy, intangible and scattershot, which makes sense considering the subject matter and the emotional state of the characters, but can be disorienting in the initial chapters. However, once your brain adjusts and the style and story settle, this novel soars in its exploration of themes as broad as love and loss and death and as dark as murder, suicide, pedophilia and even a hint of incest. Never, though, is this unsettling or insensitive. Duncan, through his protagonist Nathan, explores and deconstructs these themes slowly, matter-of-factly, and beautifully.
Duncan's knack for describing an existence (literally) outside of the human experience is something to behold. I first encountered this in his earlier novel I, Lucifer and in Ordinary Man he proves his mettle once again, yet from an entirely different and fresh angle.
It will surprise no one that a book dealing directly with death is a story of sadness and tragedy, but at the same time you, the reader, are almost (almost!) glad the tragic events chronicled in the book took place because they are the catalyst for moments of humanity that are sometimes painful, sometimes dark and hard-edged, but always brutally honest.
I'm a fan, Mr. Duncan.