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By Michelle Newby, NBCC
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Michelle Newby is a reviewer for Kirkus Reviews and Foreword Reviews, writer, blogger at, member of the Permian Basin Writers' Workshop advisory committee, and a moderator for the Texas Book Festival. Her reviews appear in Pleiades Magazine, Rain Taxi, Concho River Review, Mosaic Literary Magazine, Atticus Review, The Rumpus, PANK Magazine, and The Collagist.


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Brian McGreevy is an author and screenwriter whose debut novel, Hemlock Grove, was adapted into the Netflix series of the same name. He is cocreator of the AMC series, The Son. He holds an MFA in fiction from the University of Texas, where he was a James Michener Fellow. The Lights is his second novel.



Brian McGreevy

The Lights: A Novel

Rare Bird Books (A Barnacle Book)

Paperback, 978-1-9455-7212-8, (also available as an e-book), 216 pgs., $16.95

May 9, 2017



Leda and Mark relocate from New York City to a gentrifying East Austin when Leda receives her Hogwarts letter. In this instance, “Hogwarts” refers to the Michener Center for Writers (MCW), the prestigious graduate program in creative writing at the University of Texas at Austin.


Physical and emotional dislocation, combined with the fierce and paranoid competition among her fellow writers, bring out the worst in Leda, an academic overachiever (“Lisa Simpson–ing”) and insecure twenty-something who drinks too much and believes in portents. Leda falls in with fellow students and best friends Harry and Jason (“imaginary Norman Mailers and George Plimptons toasting their defiant political incorrectness”), forming a dysfunctional threesome. As Leda and Harry compete for influence over Jason, we come to understand Leda is a predator who preys mostly upon herself.


The Lights: A Novel is the second novel from Brian McGreevy. Himself a Michener fellow, McGreevy is also cocreator of The Son, a recent television adaptation of Philipp Meyer’s novel of the same title for AMC, starring Pierce Brosnan. The Lights is highly entertaining literary fiction, excelling at sleight of hand with arch humor and misdirection.


The Lights is structurally inventive and creatively designed, written in the form of a letter (“It is at this point that this epistle must make an unforgivable turn for the Dickensian”), the kind you write for “the benevolent cult” of Alcoholic Anonymous to make amends to those you’ve wronged, complete with italics, ALL CAPS, and a stray footnote. The kitschy cover has a kind of Valley of the Dolls–meets-1930s private-eye-pulp-fiction vibe going on.

Austin, where the cicadas create a “wall of sound,” and “a high degree of intelligence and planlessness were virtually prerequisites for residence,” is a character unto itself in McGreevy’s novel. He pays homage to the city and writing center he loves, while simultaneously poking good-humored fun at cultural pretensions; “Well, Terry” is a running joke throughout.


McGreevy’s other characters are hard to like, except for poor Mark, who doesn’t have enough personality to qualify as a character. Just as impatience with Leda’s superficial first-person narrative sets in, and you begin to wonder why anyone desires this woman’s company, much less loves her, McGreevy dives into her backstory, creating a complex, sympathetic psychological portrait of a damaged daughter who learned by example: a mother’s betrayal and a childhood gone badly wrong have created a “manipulator addict by-product of a manipulator addict.” You’d drink, too.

The jealousy and paranoid competition between the grad students are redolent of junior high, the dialogue reminiscent of Gilmore Girls, if they were mean.


“Part of me is still trying to win a philosophical argument,” says Jason the screenwriter, lamenting Hollywood’s lowest common denominator. “Fuck philosophy, what am I, a playwright?”


This combination dangerously approaches caricature early in the novel, but then the almost-farce turns itself inside-out, clichés become people who earn a reluctant affection, and The Lights approaches Merritt Tierce’s Love Me Back, and becomes something approaching profound.


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