In her poem “The Book,” Mary Oliver writes, of lilies in a neighbor’s yard:

You could not help but see
that to be beautiful is also to be simple
and brief; is to rise up and be glorious, and then vanish.

I thought of these lines while reading Michael Cunningham’s new book, By Nightfall, a novel about the challenges of finding—and holding on to—beauty, and about the importance of resisting death; a force that beautiful people seem drawn to and beautiful things resist.

In the book’s opening scene, 44-year-old Peter Harris and his wife, Rebecca, are marooned in a cab in the Manhattan night. They are on their way uptown to a chic art-world party, but their progress has been slowed by a very New York accident: a white Mercedes has collided with a carriage horse, snarling up traffic. And so, the novel begins in the slightly freakish presence of death and, when a homeless man is likened to “stately, plump Buck Mulligan,” in the shadow of James Joyce’s Ulysses.

Fear not, though, this is no Ulysses. There’s nothing confusing about Cunningham’s propulsive prose; the references are occasional and inessential, the stylistic borrowings limited to occasional parenthetical asides and discursive interior monologues. Still, Cunningham’s New York is as intensely wrought as Joyce’s Dublin; it is a crowded, haunted city that contains both people who are truly exceptional and people whose job is to enable or to judge who is worthy of that description.

Peter and Rebecca represent aspirational New York success—he is an art dealer, she edits a literary magazine; they live in a loft on Mercer Street—and yet there is something gnawing at him. Partly, it’s the looming presentiment of death—a friend’s cancer diagnosis, a queasy stomach that he worries might be more than mere indigestion, the possibility of more terrorist attacks—and partly it’s the one thing that is more frightening than death, perhaps because it’s less inevitable: the possibility of failure. His life’s mission is to seek out the eternal. On a visit to the Met, he is drawn to “The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living,” Damien Hirst’s shark preserved in a tank of formaldehyde, and a Tiepolo bronze in which a young boy “continues banging on his tambourine.”

Peter stands at the crossroads of life. Married for nearly 22 years, a gallery owner for 15, he is starting to feel “a small sense of disappointment, a hint of actual defeat.” He is approaching a point where he might have to accept that his potential has expired. His comfortable routine is jolted when Rebecca’s much younger brother, Ethan, comes to stay. Known in the family as “Mizzy,” the mistake, he is a beautiful, charming 23-year-old who was once an impossibly promising child and is now a restless young man with a drug problem.

Ethan’s arrival unsettles Peter, leading him to question everything. It begins with his relationship to beauty. As a taste-maker, Peter’s job is to find new artistic talents and to promote their work—for the sake of his reputation and his bank balance, he must distinguish the truly remarkable and lasting from the fleeting also-rans. “He’s the servant of beauty, he’s not beauty itself,” Cunningham writes. But when Ethan moves into the loft, Peter seems to lose his sense of certainty about art and success and perhaps even about his own sexuality.

Mizzy stirs memories of Peter’s brother Matthew, another dazzlingly special boy, who died too young, succumbing to AIDS 25 years ago, along with his lover and all of his friends. In Peter’s memory, “Matthew was (okay, maybe he was) handsomer and smarter and more gifted than any of them; Matthew whose comeliness and grace not only didn’t save him but (horrible thought) helped to annihilate him.” Is it this loss that drives Peter to “help, if he can, in the procreation of something marvelous, something that will endure, something that will tell the world … that we mattered not only in what we left behind but in our proud if perishable flesh”?

In the company of the directionless Mizzy, Peter heads out to bucolic Connecticut, to the estate of an eccentric patron of the arts who may offer a home, in the middle of a “faux wild” English garden, for an expensive and eccentric piece by Rupert Groff, an artist who may represent one last chance of success for Peter’s career. Peter isn’t quite sure what he will do if he fails to get Groff, “and he settles, quite possibly for good … into a career of determined semidefeat, a champion of the overlooked and the almost-but-not-quite.”

But the piece, an odd marriage of ancient and modern, fits beautifully in the garden, leaving a sense that despite all the upheaval, things might just work out for Peter.

Or, as the Mary Oliver poem continues, perhaps beauty is not in:

the usual daily foolishness that comes to so little
so far as the real things matter: eternity,
the unseen, the unrecognized, the filling of the heart
with goodness.

——
BY NIGHTFALL:
A Novel
By Michael Cunningham
Farrar, Straus and Giroux
Hardcover, 256 pages, $25



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6 Responses to “‘By Nightfall’ by Michael Cunningham”

  1. […] Set among the mid-forties denizens of Manhattan’s SoHo-the new novel by the Pulitzer-Prize winning author of The Hours takes a deep look at the meaning of beauty and the place of love in our lives. Read our review of By Nightfall here. […]


  2. […] “There’s nothing confusing about Cunningham’s propulsive prose; the references are occasional and inessential, the stylistic borrowings limited to occasional parenthetical asides and discursive interior monologues. Still, Cunningham’s New York is as intensely wrought as Joyce’s Dublin; it is a crowded, haunted city that contains both people who are truly exceptional and people whose job is to enable or to judge who is worthy of that description.” [Reviewed here] […]


  3. […] horny novel.” Twilight’s Taylor Lautner even makes a cameo. Sort of. Enjoy! Read our review of By Nightfall here and catch Cunningham in LA this week. Do you enjoy […]


  4. […] BY NIGHTFALL by Michael Cunningham Farrar, Strauss and Giroux ISBN: 9780374299088 September 28, […]


  5. […] surprised to see two Lambda favorites on this list — Michael Cunningham’s By Nightfall (reviewed by June Thomas last month) and Emma Donoghue’s Room — since these are two books we’ve […]


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