The Year of Endless Sorrows

"Adam Rapp’s The Year Of Endless Sorrows is an ultra vivid excruciatingly precise bildungsroman—a time capsule of a young man’s evolution—a young man not entirely unlike Rapp himself. It is a story of roommates, and family and desire and the quest for meaning and definition while all the time bumping up against the ennui that is perhaps just the sensation of being alive and the daily absurd irony that is city life."—A.M. Homes

"I love Adam's writing. His ironic bohemianism totally captures the scruff and tang of the great unwashed struggling literati. If Joyce Carol Oates and Charles Bukowski had a kid, he would be Adam Rapp."—Eric Bogosian

 

“Rapp . . . is a gifted storyteller. He makes demands on his audience, and he rewards its close attention with depth and elegance.”—John Lahr, The New Yorker

 

"The first novel for adults from an award-winning playwright and young-adult author. This is a coming-of-age story set in Manhattan in the early '90s. The protagonist is a Midwestern boy. It hardly matters from which city he hails. Lawrence, Green Bay, Dubuque, Joliet, Altoona: They're all the same, in that they're all not New York. The hero's eagerness to shed his provincial persona is such that he demands a rechristening to celebrate his fresh start in the big city—his new name is 'Homon,' short for 'Homunculus,' and it's the only name the reader learns—but he remains conspicuous due to his lame wardrobe, his polite earnestness and his sheer corn-fed size. Homon does manage to land an honest-to-goodness New York job, though, when he takes an entry-level position at a big publishing house. He also gets an appropriately crappy apartment in the East Village, complete with the requisite bad roommate. Homon is, then, a particular kind of Everyman. What distinguishes his story from others like it is his creator's gift for language and sense of humor. When, for example, Homon goes to a secondhand store to visit the typewriter he sold to pay the Con Ed bill, he says: 'The woman behind the counter watched me the same way a grammar-school principal might watch children throwing snowballs in an out-of-school parking lot.' Later, Homon describes his date with an assertive young woman thusly: 'We walked like we were lab partners and she had all the results.' Indeed, whether he's writing about office-party food, the fate of mid-list authors in a recession or the smell of Manhattan in the summertime, Rapp runs the risk of exhausting the reader with imaginatively embellished details, but it's not necessarily a bad kind of exhaustion: The accumulation of offbeat observations occasionally produces a certain existential hilarity. A familiar story originally rendered."—Kirkus Reviews

 

"Some authors are inclined to use similes and metaphors as liberally as if they were salt and pepper and the blank page a plate of bland, boiled chicken. Thankfully, Rapp's literary comparisons are so imaginative that they don't overwhelm the palate. His story is set in New York during the early 1990s, and the unnamed narrator is a young man recently graduated from both college and an uneventful life in the Midwest. Despite the recession and his mother's disapproval, he lands a slave-wage job at a publishing house in Manhattan and immediately starts work on a novel about 'acute knee pain and the end of the world.' So begins our hero's life as a starving artist, and his misadventures include moving into a bombed-out apartment (replete with roaches), along with three other unhygienic males; sleeping with his crazy boss' daughter; and nearly killing the publishing house's executive editor with a champagne cork. If all this sounds somewhat pedestrian, that's because it is, but Rapp's inspired prose and comic set pieces add so much flavor to this entree that readers will be left hungry for more."—Jerry Eberle, Booklist