Keith Lee Morris’ second book takes place entirely at a championship darts match on a single night in Idaho in June of 2007. Surprisingly for such a narrowly focused work, it is as compelling a novel as I’ve read all year.
Morris, like Martin Amis in his 1989 novel London Fields, not only uses darts as a metaphor for striving by an inarticulate male protagonist but also as a smart plot device to bring together five excruciatingly credible characters in a neatly crafted work bound for critical acclaim.
Russell Harmon, the dart league king, is working a shitty job at a lumber mill and barely holding off a fullblown coke addiction.
Morris explores the motivations of each character in depth, telling the story through each of their eyes. After a while, the technique becomes addictive and you just want to know more and more about each of them, nevermind unravel the plot.
Morris’ focus on the private shames that make us human suggests most of us would be better off facing down our humiliations rather than obsessing over them to the point where they ultimately shape our lives. But then, that would be boring, and this novel is anything but. My only regret was that it was over so fast. Grade: A