I associate Richard Price with extremely realistic urban settings, excellent dialogue, and the ability to evoke full-bodied characters with just a few sentences. These virtues are on full display in Lazarus Man. What's missing, though, is any narrative drive. A building collapses in East Harlem, and the titular character is pulled out of the rubble three days later. The book follows a handful of characters in the aftermath of the disaster, but none of them have a clear goal to move the story forward.
Price's theme becomes clear in retrospect as the novel reaches its conclusion. It's about our need to connect with people and the challenges (of trust, mostly) that make it difficult. Price's books have always included peripheral moments of surprising connection and tenderness—a brief scene with an abusive boyfriend in Freedomland is the moment I remember best—but here they are the main attraction. Once the denouement made this clear to me, I re-evaluated earlier parts of the story in a positive light and found myself moved.
