Review: The Listeners

In the classic sense of the term, The Listeners is gut-wrenching in that it's the story of a life haunted by adolescent trauma, of dreams cut brutally short--a story that involves a betrayal, an eating disorder and a stray bullet. But "gut-wrenching" is also the fittest way to describe Leni Zumas's debut novel because she wants to wrench your gut, as literally as a gut can be wrenched. Sometimes gory and thoroughly stunning, The Listeners is a book concerned with the fraught relationship between psyche and flesh. 

Once a rising punk rock star with the promise of a major record deal, Quinn is in her mid-30s, broke and languishing in obscurity. Her life is defined by two tragedies: the roadside disaster that destroyed her deepest friendship and her career, and the violent death of her younger sister 20 years before. Bodily intact but profoundly traumatized, she can no longer listen to music, and she marks her days with shifts at a failing bookstore, smoke breaks and obligatory dinners with her parents and brother. Raw descriptions of her perception of food puncture these forcedly cheerful dinner scenes; Quinn, who discovered her sister's body while their mother's pancakes smoldered on the stove, sees blood in every meal.

Like her lost sister, Quinn also has synesthesia--food and music not only mark her various traumas but send her into intense sensory overload. This is torture for Quinn, but gives Zumas the opportunity for wildly inventive descriptions. "My melodies were blue or silver or bruise," she remembers of her color-directed performances. "Like runny fabric they bled behind my eyes." Others are more subtle, like when Quinn poignantly remembers her sister's aptitude for smelling "on a book the reaction of the last person to read it."

Throughout, Zumas mixes up language like Quinn mixes up senses, and the effect is sublime. Quinn observes "spruce girls with calamity cuts" and describes two other characters "chattering like teeth in love." She classifies herself as "the boyest" among her siblings, and remembers playing to a crowd "bred in the suburbs but wild to catch a plague of streets."

The energy of these phrases lend a vital spark to the story as Quinn weaves dizzily between past and present. There's a twisted sort of hope in there, too, among the pain and loss. But should you pick up The Listeners (and you should!), expect both a wrenched gut and a rent heart. --Hannah Calkins

Shelf Talker: Vivid, synesthetic prose electrifies a viscerally powerful debut novel about an ex-punk rocker navigating the ever-reverberating tragedies of her life.

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