Lanny (MP3 CD)
Max Porter's Lanny surely has the power to reignite your inner-child. Told in darkly poetic, sing-songy sections that have come to define Porter's style, this novel lives somewhere between a fairytale and horror story. Lanny’s parents have just moved him to a small village from a bustling city (probably London) and the influx of his creative spirit may be responsible for awakening the figure of an old folktale from a centuries-long slumber. Porter deftly creates a chaotic landscape through nonsequiturs that paint the page in waves and ribbons while Lanny’s adventures test his parents’ belief in their ability to keep their inner-child alive. I read it twice.— Nathan
May 2019 Indie Next List
“The genius of Max Porter is that he can write a village in its entirety—a mother’s love for her son, a brilliant artist’s loneliness, a young boy’s whimsical adventures, a mythological creature’s inner monologue, a whole village worth of secrets and wishes and terrible thoughts—and make it into a bizarre but highly enjoyable little novel. You’ll find yourself thrilled by the dark humor Porter captures in his story of one village and its characters, both real and mythologized, as Lanny follows the eponymous young boy and the lives he impacts around him.”
— Erin Mazza, BookBar, Denver, CO
There's a village an hour from London. It's no different from many others today: one pub, one church, redbrick cottages, some public housing, and a few larger houses dotted about. Voices rise up, as they might anywhere, speaking of loving and needing and working and dying and walking the dogs. This village belongs to the people who live in it, to the land and to the land's past. It also belongs to Dead Papa Toothwort, a mythical figure local schoolchildren used to draw as green and leafy, choked by tendrils growing out of his mouth, who awakens after a glorious nap. He is listening to this twenty-first-century village, to its symphony of talk: drunken confessions, gossip traded on the street corner, fretful conversations in living rooms. He is listening, intently, for a mischievous, ethereal boy whose parents have recently made the village their home: Lanny.