VERNON SUBUTEX 2

The dope-addled misfits surrounding Vernon Subutex come to terms with their own existential crises.

Best known for Baise-Moi (1994) and its controversial film adaptation, Despentes earned a spot on the Booker Prize shortlist for this entry’s predecessor, Vernon Subutex 1 (2019), which hinged on the titular aging record store owner fallen on hard times and the constellation of junkies, punks, and other oddballs in his orbit. This is a direct sequel and definitely not a book for a casual reader to pick up without context. Fortunately, Despentes opens with a droll and sometimes cryptic rundown of the two dozen or so characters. While she establishes some progress for her emotionally stunted punk rockers, this messy continuation is a disquieting pandemonium of chaotic deeds. Where the first volume focused on our title character, this time the newly homeless DJ Vernon is banished to the streets of Paris, leaving a bit of a narrative vacuum filled by a spectacularly eccentric ensemble. There’s still a mystery to be solved in the videotaped confessions of the late rock star Alex Bleach, the MacGuffin of the first book, which are finally revealed and expose appalling trespasses against some of the cast. In the meantime, readers catch up with both principal and ancillary characters, even those, like Bleach, long dead. “We entered into rock music the way you enter a cathedral, remember, Vernon, and our story was a spaceship,” says Bleach in his taped confessions. “There were so many saints everywhere we didn’t know who to worship.” Perhaps Despentes is working through the stages of grief, because if the beginning was so very angry, here we find bargaining, depression, and just perhaps the seeds of reconciliation.

A worthy, anarchic sequel for the lost souls and beautiful losers of Paris' blank generation.