Waiting on a Friend is Natalie Adler’s first novel but, already, I’d argue she can do what greats like Ann Patchett, Patrick Ryan and Celeste Ng do. Their novels don’t fit in any genre but they are both substantive and a breeze to read, have something to say but also lots of humor and feature compelling characters but are driven by those characters actually doing things (i.e., a plot). They’re novels that you — well, I — whip through faster than you might like but that leave plenty to think about afterward. Adler is more profane than those other writers and has a more anarchic sense of humor, but I tore through Waiting and then regretted that she doesn’t have more books I can read. So far ... Passionate and crabby, Renata is a strong cup of coffee and an entertaining narrator ... Not perfect ... But it’s a terrific read and an exciting promise of more to come.
Moving ... I slowed my pace finishing Waiting on a Friend, because I didn’t want the novel to end. I wanted to see these relationships grow. I wanted to know who would survive the ’80s. Or maybe I just wanted to spend more time in a world where I could see ghosts myself, watch them letting loose on the dancefloor and walking together in the Halloween parade, a celebration of the living and the dead.
Vividly and wittily capturing the sights and sounds (and other sensations) of such a specific time and place, Waiting For A Friend uses this backdrop to examine grief and loss, but also friendship, compassion and community. It’s a novel written with humour, humanity and heart, while never avoiding the reality of how individuals and communities were devastated by this most terrible disease. It’s as much a righteous celebration as it is a lament, and to carry off such a balancing act in this manner shows Natalie Adler to be a writer of some finesse.
Turns the wretched geographical and cultural heart of the AIDS crisis in New York—the avant-garde playground-turned-graveyard that was the 1980s East Village—into an actual ghost town ... Adler’s brilliant twist on the supernatural genre, however, is that the ghosts aren’t the problem ... In an era obsessed with optimization and monetization, Natalie Adler reminds us that living as your authentic self, in community with others (and as far outside the strangling net of capitalism as you can), is a triumphant and deeply pleasurable form of resistance.
The novel often reads like Patti Smith’s boho memoir Just Kids reimagined as elevated genre fiction ... At its best, Waiting on a Friend captures a city where the living and the dead are entangled ... Adler also has an eye for striking visual tableaux ... Alas, the book does not sustain its brilliant premise ... Still, by the end, Adler arrives at something more moving and thought-provoking than mere gothic camp.
Poignant ... Despite the book’s tragic plot, there is a certain humor in Renata’s observations, especially of customers at the vintage clothing store where she works. She is a memorable character in a community of sadness, and her communication with ghosts is spellbinding.
[A] powerhouse ... Adler’s intimate portrayal of the period is richly detailed, both in the grim atmosphere and the city’s life-affirming downtown arts community. This dazzles like a mirror ball.
The novel’s supernatural storyline sits awkwardly atop this more realistic scaffolding, provocatively suggesting a city where the living and the dead always co-mingle but detouring into a caper where our protagonists infiltrate the bad guys’ lair dressed in costumes and wigs, seeking to liberate incarcerated spirits. An AIDS novel with an original, albeit uneven, approach to the subject of loss.
