FALSE WAR

A novel-in-fragments about the far-flung, often broken lives of Cubans and Cuban refugees.

Álvarez’s second work of fiction—following The Fallen (2020)—is billed as a novel, though it more closely resembles a linked-story collection where each piece is shattered and reshuffled. In one section, a Cuban refugee nicknamed Fanboy describes a trip to the Louvre with his girlfriend, Elis; in another, Ines, based in Miami, consults with clients at an “Exceptional Concerns Clinic” in a role that seems part psychiatrist, part spiritual adviser. In a section titled “Usual Suspects,” a group of adolescents navigate Havana streets at night; in another, a barber works with clients who’ve made the trek to America, while in yet another an author attempts to gather his observations into a novel titled False War. At first, Álvarez’s approach seems less prismatic than scrambled, which makes the narrative difficult to penetrate. But the deliberate lack of clear footholds is part of the point: He wants to emphasize the individuality of his characters’ journeys and blunt any reader’s attempt to reduce them to types. (As one character puts it: “One thing I realized about art is it tries to confuse you, and sometimes you don’t know who’s what.”) To that end, the range of characters is an asset: Among the strongest are Fanboy, who feels displaced not just as Cuban in Miami but a macho baseball fan in Paris; a speed-chess master recalling his hustles; and an exile heading to Germany to share his story. There are pungent lines about the anxiety of exile throughout: Havana is “a city of many stray sadnesses.” Still, some more narrative coherence might better sell the point.

A multivalent if often overly knotty portrait of alienation.