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This work of Anderson’s is a concoction of hilarious wit stirred into a pot of twisting drama. The desert setting is hot, windy and accurate. The protagonists’, Ben Jones, is a truck driver - delightfully original. At times this is a laugh-out-loud story, other times a suspenseful nail biter. He writes in delicious, intriguing, clean prose, without speed bumps of superfluous spurs of mindless minutia. Jones, is a stubborn, do-it-my-way kind of guy even though he knows it’s wrong and will lead to nothing good. He’s not sure if he’s Indian or Jew. The only connection to either is the red blanket he was wrapped in when found as a baby. He’s sincere, contrite, smart and blessed with an outrageous set of principles outdone only by his biting tongue. He can’t help himself. He suffers from foot-in-the-mouth disease.

The story develops quickly with deft maneuvering and comes at exposition from oblique angles that make for clever, crafty, spicy, fiction. He allows great latitude for the reader to make their own inferences on his “telling beats.” The cast of characters is unique, the conflict between them all believable and fun.

It's obvious that Anderson is a poet first and foremost. Close second, he writes with the short story dedication of compacting character, setting, conflict, plot and theme tightly. Both elements of his craft make this a great read. He knows the beauty of language and has a foundation for discipline, so essential in writing shorts. Anderson’s writing reminds me of James Crumley’s C.W. Sughrue in “A Last Good Kiss.” One of my favorites.

Highly recommend “The Never-Open Desert Diner.”


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The NeverOpen Desert Diner A Novel James Anderson Books Reviews

Wow. The ONLY thing I didn't like about this book is that it ended. When I read "Gone Girl", I loved it in part because of its uniqueness. I would say the same for this book. The dialogue was utterly on-point; the characters that surround the protagonist are deeply weird and yet utterly believable; the plot was satisfying and surprising to the last page. Just a great read from the first page to the last. I almost missed this one because it is not available in an e-book format. I fervently hope James Anderson keeps writing, and whether his next books appear in an e-version or not, I will totally buy them. Don't miss this one!
"Most people associate the desert with what is missing - water and people. They never think of the one thing the desert has more of - light. So much light."

Ben, a truck driver, delivers goods to hermits living up and down a lonely dead-end road in the arid Utah desert. His customers include two eccentric brothers, ranchers, a pregnant woman with unmatched cravings for butter brickle ice-cream, a preacher who repents by sporting a humongous cross on his back while traveling the highway, a cellist who 'plays' her instrument in the nude (without a stringed bow), and the aging owner of a never-open (yet functioning and registered) diner once of movie-fame.

Mysterious occurrences arise; the past holds histories some would rather leave uncovered, and others that may yet bring salvation. There are mistakes that follow some to the end, snap judgments resulting in tragic consequences, misunderstandings that lead to unfortunate rifts, love that is returned, spurned, forsaken, and rekindled (not just between lovers, but between families and neighbors), and above all, there is the wisdom gained in contemplating the vastness and (seeming) emptiness of the desert.

*swoon* / falls over / *fanning self and smelling the salts*

Within moment of starting The Never-Open Desert Diner, I wanted to crawl up into its pages, to become fully overwhelmed and swallowed whole by the intoxicating world that Anderson brings into being. A world that is utterly raw, and vivid, and unflinchingly honest, even in its deceptiveness, and that felt more real for me than much of my conscious experience.

It would be difficult to overstate how much I loved this book. An absolutely brilliant, gritty-noir, rich, authentic rendering of unconquered frontiers, "The Never-Open Desert Diner" transported me elsewhere like few works of fiction ever have. Incidentally, 'the West' has been coming up some in my reading list recently (just finished an excellent history, The Rivers Ran Backward The Civil War on the Middle Border and the Making of American Regionalism), so coming across this book now holds for me that aura of inevitability, or of a grander design, or at least of a little bit of magic(al coincidence..)

The atmosphere alone would garner 5 stars from me, but I also happened to love the characterizations (and our protagonist, Ben, who is a quiet but kind, moral, beautiful human being), the pacing (thoughtful, deliberate, yet also suspenseful), and the insights imbuing each page (filled with profundity for those choosing to discern the meaning of Anderson's music). And, most of all, I love how Anderson managed all these effects with such subtlety. Bravo! Absolutely magnificent debut novel!

A Note About the Rating
I have no illusions that my reviews are in any way 'objective' (there is no such thing). Still, most of the time I try to at least distance myself a bit from how I feel about a book and what I think about it and its merits, and so I've rated plenty of books I've disliked at 4 or 5 stars. With this review, I'm leaning a bit the other direction -I'm writing this from the depths of my heart/soul/being/something other than my cognition. Which may be a good thing - an indication that Desert Diner gripped me in more than an intellectual way (which is how I usually make sense of life). Perhaps, in fact, I should add one more star, as this is a rare book that shocked me out of my analytical frame of mind into a dreamy, inspired one.

Other Related Notes
- Anderson's flow is mostly unbroken, but the poeticism of his prose is not always consistent. His phrasing is never awkward, but at times, more melodious than others. Still, this is a minor point for a debut author of such skill in other domains.

- This is a brooding, gritty, subtle character study - both of our human hermits and of the desert/ what it symbolizes. There are no bold declarations of feelings/love, not much talking even, there's no conventional endings, no action scenes, no neat resolutions, and the like. If you're in the mood for a 'mystery', for an action-packed Western, for witty dialogue, or for any number of things this book is not, you may not enjoy it.

- I received a copy from the publisher via The Reading Room. But, it turns out that I had forgotten I entered this giveaway on RR, and so also purchased this book - I was that excited about it. Which, in retrospect, I'm glad I did, because I would absolutely like to support this author.
The spirit of Edward Abbey (but not necessarily his politics) hangs over this tale from beginning to end. It's told in that desert-dry male voice, and it can be brutal at times, but Anderson's Ben Johnson is after a lot of things—most importantlly a cello-playing woman he thinks might be too good for him. After all, he's an orphan with a high school education struggling to make it as an independent short-haul truck driver along Utah's Route 117 out of Price. It's a rugged part of the state in the high desert, and many of his customers, like him, are hard-pressed since a local coal mine closed.The diner in the title is owned by his crotchety friend, Walt, whose Korean wife suffered a brutal attack in the diner while he was away. Mostly, Walt keeps it for his personal use and to take care of his friends. The cello player in question turns out to be his late wife's daughter. There are more subplots here than I care to detail, and they get a little twisted, but everything comes together at the end. Along the way, we learn about the demanding but mesmerizing landscape and some of the tough folks—a pregnant teenager, two eccentric brothers, a fellow who drags a heavy cross along the highway, a slimy insurance investigator—who inhabit it. Abbey would have felt right at home.
This work of Anderson’s is a concoction of hilarious wit stirred into a pot of twisting drama. The desert setting is hot, windy and accurate. The protagonists’, Ben Jones, is a truck driver - delightfully original. At times this is a laugh-out-loud story, other times a suspenseful nail biter. He writes in delicious, intriguing, clean prose, without speed bumps of superfluous spurs of mindless minutia. Jones, is a stubborn, do-it-my-way kind of guy even though he knows it’s wrong and will lead to nothing good. He’s not sure if he’s Indian or Jew. The only connection to either is the red blanket he was wrapped in when found as a baby. He’s sincere, contrite, smart and blessed with an outrageous set of principles outdone only by his biting tongue. He can’t help himself. He suffers from foot-in-the-mouth disease.

The story develops quickly with deft maneuvering and comes at exposition from oblique angles that make for clever, crafty, spicy, fiction. He allows great latitude for the reader to make their own inferences on his “telling beats.” The cast of characters is unique, the conflict between them all believable and fun.

It's obvious that Anderson is a poet first and foremost. Close second, he writes with the short story dedication of compacting character, setting, conflict, plot and theme tightly. Both elements of his craft make this a great read. He knows the beauty of language and has a foundation for discipline, so essential in writing shorts. Anderson’s writing reminds me of James Crumley’s C.W. Sughrue in “A Last Good Kiss.” One of my favorites.

Highly recommend “The Never-Open Desert Diner.”