If you’re a writer, you have lots of random influences from other books, movies, songs, et cetera. It would take forever for me to explain to you how many influences I have, and you to me. One of my top five influential fiction writers is Marcy Dermansky. Her writing is clipped and functional, focused around her narrative and not prose, and this is just what I need after studying Fitzgerald for the past few weeks. His language blows me away, his stories capture my heart, but sometimes you need a break. Marcy Dermansky’s books give me a break, but not because they aren’t thought provoking or surreal. They are. I think that her style lends for easy reading of hard subject matter. Her characters are typically women who are bold, immature, and finding themselves for real, for the first time. In her debut novel Twins, Dermansky led us into the world of teen twins Chloe and Sue. I read this story after reading her sophomore effort, Bad Marie. I remember being struck by how different the subject matter was, while the quality and voice of the writer remained. 2016’s The Red Car is no different. I slipped back into reading Marcy’s work like a lavender scented bath robe and read about Leah’s literal and figurative journey like my life depended on it. I was not disappointed. As long as Marcy keeps writing, I will keep reading.
Now that I’ve read all of Marcy’s books I must patiently wait for the next. My TBR certainly will keep me busy.
I also truly recommend Megan Abbott’s book Dare Me, if you’ve already read Dermansky and enjoyed her – or if you’ve read Abbott and enjoyed her then I would try Dermansky.