NOTES ON SURVIVING THE FIRE

At a Southern California college campus, rape and sudden death are on the rise.

“If she’s female, start between the legs. Dad taught me that, his hand on mine, the knife between us.” This creepy childhood memory of field-dressing a kill is our introduction to Sarah, protagonist of Murphy’s choppy debut: an uneasy mashup of a druggy campus novel and a feminist revenge thriller, with wildfires blazing and ash raining down in the background. Sarah is about to complete her graduate work in religious studies at the University of California, Santa Teresa; her best friend and party buddy is her classmate Nathan, heir to a pharmaceutical fortune who has taken a vow of celibacy. The UCST campus has a tunnel on whose walls the names of students who have died over the past few academic years are graffitied, continually updated and restored after each official whitewashing. Next to the names are notations: “miss you, love you” and sometimes “rapist.” Just a few pages in, Sarah will have to add Nathan’s name to the list, as she finds him dead in his bed with a needle in his arm. But it’s the wrong arm and the wrong drug, so she suspects foul play. Maybe the student who violently raped her a few years ago, known only as Rapist? Maybe his sidekick, Flopsy, who mouths curses and spits at her whenever he gets the chance? There are many rapes and rapists in this novel, and the theme of rape culture is yoked to a wild horse of a plot that rockets from a visit with Nathan’s ethereal, fabulously wealthy sister, to a data-hunting expedition in a Title IX office, to a job talk at an academic conference, to a bizarre twist near the end that seems like it could be from another book entirely.

Fiery on many levels, Murphy’s uneven debut nonetheless makes her an author to watch.