Fire Exit by Morgan Talty review – secrets and lies in Maine

The virtues of truth-telling are explored in this tale of one man’s need to confront and reveal his past

Charles Lamosway, the lone wolf narrator of Morgan Talty’s debut, is uncompromising in his opinions, not least when he turns his gaze towards his own situation. On the state of his home in Maine, located by a river that borders the reservation of the Indigenous Penobscot people, Charles is blunt: “The kitchen chairs around the table jutted out and away, and the rug under the table was bunched up. The sink was filled with dishes and glasses and mugs. The garbage wasn’t full, but the plastic tub needed a wash. Coffee grounds littered the bottom … the place had a smell to it. Not foul-smelling but there was a smell, and I won’t be so delusional as to say it was a good one.” In this lean, serious, impressive novel, desire for orderliness and cleanliness is pointed, with these states literally and metaphorically out of Charles’s desperate reach.

Because while Talty’s prose is exacting and balanced – sentences that are, as Baldwin would have it, “clean as a bone” – Charles’s existence is anything but. An ascetic recovering alcoholic who is “not Penobscot” but grew up within the tribe, Charles is the sole carer for his mentally unpredictable mother, Louise. His primary confidant is Bobby, a sometimes comic loose cannon, prone to wild outbursts, whose struggles with the bottle are much less successful than Charles’s have been. And Charles finds himself, at the start of the novel, in need of a confidant. A secret he has kept for decades, which gives the narrative its absorbing and mythic premise, begins to press on his thinking with irresistible force: when he was young he fathered a child, Elizabeth, with a Penobscot woman, Mary. Mary and Elizabeth live on the other side of the river that passes by his property and he can see on to their land. But the truth of Elizabeth’s mixed racial heritage has been concealed from her and her community in order to prevent her losing her place within the tribe. Here, in this context of miscegenation, the role of secrecy is to preserve the illusion of racial purity – another kind of cleanliness, perhaps. But with his mother’s and his own mortality very much in mind, this lie of origins, this thwarted possibility of continuing his own bloodline, troubles Charles unbearably. Perennial moral questions about the virtues of truth-telling in all instances are handled here with real urgency.