SPRAWL: Each object infused with a Vermeeresque glow

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January 3rd, 2013


(Review) S P R A W L



Originally published on August 27, 2010


At the heart of Danielle Dutton’s Sprawl is a lavish, endless list of domestic objects: water pitchers, sweaters, cakes on cake stands, petunias in a terra-cotta pot. Borrowing techniques from both fiction, poetry, and visual art (particularly photography), the book not only infuses each object, be it a juice glass or a paper napkin, with a Vermeeresque glow but arranges it into part of a verbal still life. The result? A fresh take on suburbia, one of reverence and skepticism.

In terms of plot, the book follows the crumbling marriage of the nameless narrator. At night, her husband “makes creaking noises in some other part of the house” while she “resists the anti-rhetorical impulse to hurl paranoid, prefabricated abuse his way.” The couple still go to dinner with other couples, still have sex after watching television, but for the narrator, a wry sense of loss has taken over her life. Reflecting on her furniture, she notes, with a hint of unbalance, “Several of my tabletops are tilted for better locating the center of my domestic charisma.” Overall, the marriage plot becomes merely a hum under a symphony of observations and formal experiments.

Dutton, you’ll quickly notice, does not use paragraph breaks. Though this may at first seem overwhelming, the book is highly, highly structured. The author uses three organized, recurring strands of thought: the domestic still lifes (“Meanwhile, a copper pot on its side sends a gleaming reddish glow onto a honeydew melon”), imaginary letters to neighbors (“Dear Mrs. Leslie, Take heed. Certain people have become married, certain streets have become diversified, certain birds continue to peck”), and exchanges of cropped dialogue (“Haywood says ‘Fill in the blank.” He says ‘Refreshing’ and ‘Obvious’ and ‘Bacon'”). The narrator weaves these three strands together, in and out, adding a dash of action (finding a dead squirrel in the gutter or confronting her husband’s affair), which moves the story forward even as it stays still—a technique that nicely encapsulates the motion/nonmotion of the narrator’s life . . .

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