New Yorker writer John Colapinto’s brand-new novel shall begin with two epigraphs, one from Baudelaire’s Les Fleurs du Mal , and one from the biblical Book of Job. “Hast thou considered my servant Job, ” God tells Satan, “that there is none like him in the Earth, a perfect and an upright male, one that feareth God, and escheweth evil? ”

The original designation of Colapinto’s sophomore novel, An Upright Man , was a less-than-subtle indication that this epigraph is more than a thematic prologue. It’s the basis for the entire stomach-churning narrative within. Reviewers have nodded to Undone ’s similarity to Lolita , in part thanks to the same conflicts faced by the author in get a morally murky narrative published in the American marketplace, but it’s little “a Lolita for the DNA age, ” as The Toronto Star dubbed it, than a Book of Job for a secular one. An upright person observes himself invited by a human incarnation of cruelty, to commit the sin now considered more evil by American civilization at large than profanity: incestuous statutory rape.

But let’s rewind, merely a little. The novel opens on a rather revolting scene. Dez, a 30 -something former solicitor and ephebophile who’s been disbarred thanks to his obsessive chase of teenage daughters , no matter health risks, is disguising out with his latest target: Chloe, a distractingly beautiful 17 -year-old who is currently riling him with her demonstrative regret over her mother’s sudden death in a car accident. Chloe’s mother was her only persisting close relative, leaving her almost entirely at Dez’s mercy, which delights him, but her sadness has lowered her libido, which irritates him — as does the constant weeping.

To distract himself, Dez turns on his favorite TV picture, an Oprah-esque daytime chat program, “Tovah in the Afternoon.” The chapter features an columnist, Jasper Ulrickson, who’s recently published a romantic memoir about growing his young daughter with his wife, who suffered a blow during labour and continues exclusively paralyzed, though mentally alert. Gently prying Tovah asks how he “manages” with a spouse who can’t fulfill him sexually. Surprised, Ulrickson answers that he’s remaining faithful, elaborating, “We followers … plead biological essential when caught digressing. But that’s often precisely a handy rationalization to explain away a moment of moral lack — of weakness. We can control ourselves.” Outraged by this sanctimony, Dez gets an unbelievable opportunity to vent his frenzy when a puffy-eyed Chloe walks over and recognize Ulrickson as a guy her mother dated before Chloe herself came into the picture — about nine a few months ago, actually.

Though Chloe was explained that she knows for a fact Ulrickson isn’t actually her father, Dez realise there’s enough circumstantial proof there to persuasion an upstanding guy that he might have been an unsuspecting father for 17 years. The groundwork that remains to be done, in an era of solicitors, child protection organizations, and DNA testing, is extensive — apparently insuperable — but devilish Dez speedily begins to piece together a program that they are able to region Chloe in Ulrickson’s home, a presumed long-lost daughter, where she will persuasion him, expose his hypocrisy, and take him for all he’s worth, leaving the real predator and his martyr to ride off into the sunset together with bags of Ulrickson’s agreement cash.

Chloe, operated by the older man she believes is her true love and shield, agrees to the proposal, persuaded it will be payback for what Dez frames as the age-old suitor’s abandonment of her mother — an abandonment that somehow eventually contributed her to her sad terminate.

Once the unlikely hope has been set in motion, and Chloe installed at Ulrickson’s luxurious home( in addition to the successful memoir, he comes from a moneyed background) with her supposed half-sister, 5-year-old Maddy, Ulrickson’s locked-in but cunning spouse Pauline, and Pauline’s live-in custodian Deepti, the girl begins to faltering. Though Pauline can’t communicate with her husband except through yes-or-no winkings, Ulrickson and Chloe both pick up on her hunch of the abrupt brand-new daughter. The reasons set out above, unless her husband had managed to guess at the right question to ask, stand shrouded, and he attributes them, in the meantime, to jealousy over Chloe’s mother, his old fling. Though Chloe has been taunting him with demands for physical tendernes and peeks of her long, smooth legs, he’s depicted her nothing but fatherly attention; little Maddy adores her; even Pauline, despite her clear suspicions, seems to grow fond of the girl. For the first time, simply 18 -year-old Chloe has a strong father figure and a loving family around her, and it’s difficult to remember why she’s even trying to ruin it.

Dez, of course, steps in whenever it seems his literal jailbait won’t quite go through with the project. Meanwhile, beneath Ulrickson’s calm, paternal demeanor, he’s begun to steam with clandestine passion for the girl he believes is his daughter, and the endeavours of disguising it from her and the rest of their own families has tariffed his self-control.

The book reads like something at the crossroad of literary myth and a domestic thriller; Colapinto’s facility with expression allows for moves of evocative description and revelation, but it’s not maintained in all areas of the novel at a high level. The pacing, however, leaves nothing to be hoped. It’s a novel to be torn through, waiting to see what depravities will happen next, and why.

The why remains a little murky by the end( heads up: slight spoilers beyond here ). Comparings to Lolita , one of the most outstandingly crafted sections of prose in the last century, merely specified Undone up to look like a dim follow-up, both stylistically and as a imaginary investigate of demoralized lessons. As a reworking of the Book of Job, it appears to be misrepresented. Job, despite being tormented and seduced by Satan, continues righteous and for this reason has his good fortune restored to him by the Lord. In Colapinto’s modern form, succumbing to temptation may be forgiven if it’s a one-time thought — even a rightfully terrifying one-time act. Perhaps it’s partly the flaw of the nubile girl who threw the older man come-hither ogles and extended him to a place of sexual annoyance beyond demeanour. Maybe even the most upright human can’t assist but become a sexual piranha, for the purposes of the right — or, er, incorrect — circumstances, and if that’s the example, perhaps he deserves forgiveness from the girl he abused, and a joyous ending.

Unlike Job, Ulrickson’s very righteousness is a flaw in Colapinto’s gazes, as well as in the eyes of Satan-slash-Dez. In an interrogation linked to the book’s Canadian publication, he called Ulrickson “a man who is actually undone by his own goodness, his hubris, the thing that manufactures him best, which is his virtue.” But is he? Eventually, the thing that undoes “the mens” is that, in a fit of drunkenness, sex resentment, and loneliness, he does abuse Chloe — not only statutorily or incestuously, but as she withers away from him under the embraces of her bottom, announcing out, “Daddy! ” The journal seems to want us to believe that this happens because he is good, because he is faithful to his wife, because he believes men can control their sexual urges. In short, the book settles, Ulrickson was an upright mortal fetched low-pitched because he conceived men can control their sexual urges, and he had to learn the hard way that they can’t.

Chloe, the malleable, sweet, personality-free bait in the floor manages to fulfill the classic role of sexual temptress, while also being allowed victimhood. The neat brushing-over of the psychological ramifications of being crimes by a trusted father figure allows her to be granted the glad ending we feel she deserves. Merely evil Dez, the Satan stand-in, must lose for all the barbarism shown in the novel.

The squeamishness reported among American editors when the book determined no initial takers must disturbance those of us who want high-risk, thought-provoking myth. That doesn’t aim Undone itself owns the extent of moral revelation that earlier blackballed tasks like Lolita now symbolize. To some degree, that doesn’t problem. Undone might be a questionable dissection of contemporary sexual morality and moralize, but far better that we have these provoking not-quite- Lolitas than a sea of bland more-of-the-same.

The Bottom Line :

A Book of Job for the secular age, this incest deceive thriller will have readers feverishly swerving sheets, but questioning the moral underpinnings.

What other reviewers see :

The Globe and Mail: “No question, Undone casts a very concrete sorcery: It enthralls and frightens simultaneously.”

The Toronto Star: ” Undone elongates credulity like taffy, mainly because it can: the dominant humor here is social and psychological parody , not realism. Colapinto employs it all brilliantly, taking substantial jeopardies along the way.”

Who wrote it ?

John Colapinto has written both myth and nonfiction, including a previous novel, About the Author , and a nonfiction book, As Nature Constituted Him: The Boy Who Was Parent as a Girl . He is a personnel columnist at The New Yorker.

Who will read it ?

Readers who enjoy intelligent thrillers that delve into the dark areas of human nature, like the books of Gillian Flynn and Paula Hawkins.

Opening cables :

“For two days the girl did nothing but lie in bed and roar. It was driving Dez crazy. The sobbing, the shuddering intakes of sigh, the sudden wails of’ Why, God? Why? ‘ Before the diminuendo of sniffles and nose blows; then the whole process repeating itself. True, she had just lost her baby — hurriedly, violently — in a car disintegrate. But how much was a man expected to take? ”

Notable aisle :

“How easily he could imagine those opening gambits, those subtle flashes of scalp, those freighted, silent gazes, those curly half smiles that would place the fuse alight. An accidental look up her skirt to a shaded locality of her inner thigh, or down her boatneck shirt for a peek at a sway, half-seen tit. Then slowly to move to affectionate hugs, spontaneous clasping of mitts, and, in the evenings, after the invalided stepmother and the little sister had been taken off to bed, and leader and teenaged daughter living alone — all alone! — a session of oh-so-innocent cuddling on the sofa as the television, only half observed, burbled away to itself. Inklings, peeklings, ticklings … soft sudden kisses on the side of the neck … quivery, hot exhalations of breather into a flaming ear during a hug that goes on simply a fraction of a second too long … shy peeks over the top of a magazine during hushed speak eras and the eyes grasped away a moment too late … tremulous exhalations … “

Undone
by John Colapinto
Soft Skull Press, $16.95
Publishes April 12, 2016

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