The Great Night by Chris Adrian is Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream wearing the mask of tragedy.  Here’s a quick synopsis:  Three mortals coming from three different parts of San Francisco  get lost in Buena Vista Park 
            The three lost mortals are Henry, a pediatric oncologist with OCD issues resulting from his abduction as a child and his “mommy” issues.  He was dumped by his lover who couldn’t deal with his compulsive behaviors.  Then there is Will, an arborist/short story author, who falls in love with Carolina Carolina Carolina Carolina 
There’s also an acting troupe of homeless folk performing a musical of Soylent Green in the park.  Huff, the buffoon leader of this band of indigents, thinks the mayor is feeding missing homeless people to other homeless people in the soup kitchens.  The musical is his political protest.  Huff mirrors the jack-ass-headed actor and his band of players from A Midsummer Night’s Dream, but this part of The Great Night was the least compelling to me.  It felt forced into the story and was given too much importance in bringing about the conclusion.  It didn’t even offer comic relief, which Adrian 
            In spite of all the depressing-as-hell backstories for the characters, The Great Night was a pretty good novel.  Somehow, Adrian Adrian Adrian 
            For instance, much is made about Jordan Sasscock in the beginning of the book.  Sasscock is the host of the party where the three mortals are expected.  In a sense, this character is a deus ex machina in reverse: rather than offering an inelegant resolution to the story’s problem, Sasscock initiates the action and is quickly and clumsily forgotten.  As Chekov said, (and I’m probably giving a sloppy paraphrase):  “If you have a gun in Act I, it had better not be on the mantle in Act III.”  Jordan Sasscock, to me, was the gun that was still on the mantle.  I half expected Jordan Sasscock to be the missing Oberon in human form.  I mean, the name itself – “Sasscock” – sounds like a horny, licentious fairy trying to pose as a human.  Call me a naïve and unsophisticated reader because I like a plot to work out neatly and maybe even way too obviously.  I can tolerate a plot that isn’t tidy, but only if the theme comes across in such a manner that the reader can decipher it without being a psychoanalyst or a symbologist.
Having Oberon come and save the day (whether he was Jordan Sasscock or not) would have been trite, I suppose.  But the ending was so disappointing to me that I was hoping somebody, anybody, would save it.  Adrian Adrian Adrian 
 

 
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