James Sie’s debut novel, “Still Life Las Vegas” combines storylines and emotions in a simmering ragout, taking seemingly disparate themes and settings and putting them together to create a memorable and unique (I rarely use that word) world, one in which there are the soaring highs of young love crossed with the eternal lows of young death. Tragedy mars the life of the main character, Walter Stahl. In fact, it has caused his life to come to a veritable stop in the garish world of Las Vegas. There, Walter slinks through his stilled life, giving tours at a dingy “museum” dedicated to Liberace.
Walter is trapped by the needs of his depressed, ailing father, Owen, and the desperate search for his mother, Emily. When Walter was five, and the family was living in Wisconsin, Emily took off in a blue Volvo never to return. At that time, Owen left Walter with his mother-in-law and ran after her to Las Vegas, and somehow, that’s how the two of them ended up living there.
There is deep sorrow in the book, as loss and blame seem to suck the life out of these woeful characters, but there is also great humor to balance out this delectable stew of a story. On the very first page of the book Emily is making her escape, and plans to drive over the nearest cliff, “or, rather, it being Wisconsin, the nearest steep embankment.” However, she finds that she can’t quite do it, and her thoughts turn to the future . . . and Colorado. “Now there were some cliffs worth driving over.” It’s only the first page and Sie manages to make me chuckle about someone who wants to commit suicide.
Stuck in the present, Walter finds solace in sketching, and spends breaks from work drawing two “living sculptures.” One day, when some drunken patrons are insulting the statues and about to throw garbage at them, he tackles the men. For his heroism, the statues finally come to life (as in the Pygmalion myth), and Walter meets Chrysto, and his sister, Acacia. Through this meeting, Walter comes of age, both sexually and emotionally. Like Chrysto’s speeding scooter, Walter’s life will finally move forward, with the friendship of this charismatic man acting as catalyst.
The novel moves back and forth in time, showing us the Stahl family’s heartbreaks. Sie deftly juggles the storylines, revealing themes of mythology, art as savior, parent/child struggles, and tales of truth that turn to lies. There are chases, crazy characters (Big Bang and Little Bang), ouzo consumption, statue destruction, and old people aiding our young hero. Love blooms, and percolates.
Sie’s style is fluid and simple, yet sumptuous, easily bringing the reader back and forth in time, building to a melancholy, but hopeful conclusion. He has collaborated with Sungyoon Choi, an illustrator who adds a few sections of graphic novel. These sections are well done and add to the otherworldliness of the story, deepening the themes of myth, love, and death. The revelation of the cause of Owen’s depression is a stunner, and Choi’s illustrations make it all the more agonizing and heart-rending.
“Still Life Las Vegas” is a most assured debut by a writer who is obviously familiar with heartbreak, and knows how to write about it, too. If you’re in the mood for something unique and stirring, I definitely recommend this novel, and I look forward to Sie’s next work.