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Let the Northern Lights Erase Your Name

By |2018-03-21T18:27:13+01:00December 1st, 2006|Recent Reviews|

By Vendela Vida

Ecco Press, 2006. 227 pages.

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100 years ago, a publisher might have titled this “Clarissa Iverton Goes to Lapland” to solve its odd sensibility. And the oddness is palpable. After the sudden death of her father Richard, late 20-something Clarissa, who writes subtitles for a living, leaves behind her longtime boyfriend and Down’s syndrome little brother in New York and heads for the northern lights.

Turns out Richard wasn’t her real father, just a second-marriage stand-in for a Sami priest that her eccentric mother Olivia met while studying indigenous peoples in Finland. Olivia, a keeper of secrets and a cat named Taft, vanished without a trace when Clarissa was 14. Now, Clarissa turns sleuth.

Vida has written an psychological detective story that’s faintly comic and often trance-like. Clarissa (named of course after Mrs. Dalloway) keeps the story from surrendering to its own improbability: she’s a wild-child mourner and closet rape victim (a Vida theme) gifted in the art of simmering. She uses sarcasm to keep her erratic self-esteem from meltdown. That daddies are both beloved and monstrous (mommies no less so) is nothing new.

But Clarissa’s Nordic parent-quest is lyrical — reindeer blood “tastes likes electricity” — and funny: “Don’t be scary,” says a concerned tour guide, meaning “scared.” Poignancy overcomes the story’s loose ends. Vida is a sneaky writer with sharp claws, and her accomplished second novel — gorgeously titled, from a Sami poem — burrows affectingly into the meaning of identity.

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