THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US

Sayers (Who Do You Love, 1991, etc.) once again heads back to Due East, the South Carolina coastal town that's ``generally ugly, same as any small town in America.'' For some it's important to get out of town in youth, and here's the story of what happens—or doesn't—when you do. Sayers follows the ragged fortunes of a Due East ``bad'' girl turned Brooklyn wife and mother of four—and of two needy men. Tiny temptress Franny, of Catholic family and given to sensuous seductions of her teen peers, warms ``rat-faced,'' tow- headed Steward's Protestant teenage bones, but the two will never have real sex. Steward, cut to the quick by Franny's faithlessness, leaves for monastery school; Franny, with a painterly talent, is off to a Jesuit college. There, amid clouds of grass and beer, she meets and marries writer Michael Burke—from poor Irish Brooklyn (martyred mother, slaving sisters, loser brothers, an IRA- affiliated grandfather). The honeymoon is in Ireland—where Sayers inserts writer Michael's script for an Irish warrior-hero saga: he has Franny blown up in his weepy close. But the real years—and pretense—accumulate back in Brooklyn's mean streets, and, of course, there are children. But when can Franny paint? Being good is ``hard.'' Enter Steward, modestly successful in producing videos and documentaries, still obsessed with Franny. Finally, Franny is running back to Due East, where, sunburnt and drunk, she's invaded first by Steward, then by Michael—odd transmitters of jangled inheritances of blood and history. ``They never told the truth, not unless they were writing or painting.... They might have been children, the three of them with their whole lives ahead.'' In her celebration of unlovely, unexamined lives, Sayers draws forth a good deal of sympathy for ``a trio of middle-aged failures running to fat and disappointment'' whose race to nowhere is full of memorable voices, color, and the tang of living.