State of Grace by Joy Williams

Omit, omit and one day you will be down to a funny, white and quite lifeless seed. I see it as a sort of heart of palm myself. In the groceries, they sell them in tins at outrageous prices. In New York restaurants, I hear, they do the same. Actually the stuff is swamp cabbage, easily hacked from an ugly and useless weed that covers the ground of the South, common as pennies. But we're all game and gullible as tourists in this life. No one is able to tell us anything. The soul is a heart of palm and living is a messy salad with everything in it being similar but less interesting, less necessary as you proceed. The trick is not ignoring this discovery after you've made it. Do not be a polite guest.

Kate, the protagonist of Joy Williams' first novel, State of Grace, lives in a college town on the Gulf Coast. She lives in a sorority house, though she doesn't actually seem to be in college (is anyone in this college town in college?), and then she lives with her partner, Grady, who loves only her, along with his Jaguar coupe. The baby she's carrying, we quickly learn, is not Grady's but her father's: a holy rolling reverend from Maine who shows up out of the blue to re-cement his too-intimate relationship with Kate. We learn through flashbacks--if you can describe the fluid chronology of State of Grace in such terms--that Kate and her father were loathed by their mother, who instead heaped her love on a daughter she accidentally killed in a car accident. Car accidents: at some point, Grady wrecks that Jaguar, and Kate is left to face the problem of her pregnancy alone while Grady battles for his life in the hospital.

Here's a half-baked theory: Joy Williams and Cormac McCarthy had remarkably similar careers. Both started out writing fiction in the Southern Gothic mode; both found their voice as they moved away from this milieu toward the American Southwest, as Williams did with 99 Stories of God and The Quick and the Dead. Of course, that overstates the case, because Williams kept writing about Florida to great success, especially in books like Breaking and Entering. But early on both authors wore their influences a little too much on their sleeve, in both cases Faulkner, though Williams seems to draw quite heavily from Flannery O'Connor as well. State of Grace both is and isn't recognizably Williams, to me. The narrative malleability, the inability to write a bad or boring or even merely functional sentence, they're all here. But the novel spins and plods. It's too internal and self-regarding, and it strikes me as a version of Williams that hadn't yet learned to harness her stylistic richness to a mode that moves forward. And the father figure, while enigmatic and interesting, seems picked up right out of Flannery and not like a character from a Williams novel at all.

But there are flashes here of real Joy: I especially liked a subplot in which Kate is persuaded by one of the sorority sisters to "borrow" a leopard from a local menagerie with the help of her friend, Corinthian Brown. You can imagine how well that works out. The scariest thing, actually, about the book, is not the way the friend is mauled--another disaster along the lines of those that strike Kate's sister and Grady, victimized by the world's primal savagery--but the whisper campaign that comes afterward about how they caught and killed the "n---er" who they held responsible. You can recognize in this moment the seed of a lot of Williams' future fiction, not least an abiding interest in the world of animals as it intersects with the world of human beings. I wish more of the novel had been like that.