Building the Great D.C. Novel For decades, D.C. has been hurting for a classic novel all its own. Some suggestions on how to make it.

Ed Piskor

On Feb. 29, Edward P. Jones spoke before an adoring crowd of locals. He and another writer, Dinaw Mengestu, were reading from their work and taking questions at Capitol Hill’s Lutheran Church of the Reformation, a place the literary organization PEN/Faulkner uses when demand for its readings exceeds the capacity of the Folger Shakespeare Library. Unquestionably, this was a big night: The evening’s topic was fiction about Washington, D.C., something both writers have some expertise in—Jones has written two short-story collections about the District, 1992’s Lost in the City and 2006’s All Aunt Hagar’s Children, and Mengestu’s 2007 debut novel, The Beautiful Things That Heaven Bears, is set in a rapidly gentrifying Logan Circle.

About midway through the event, one person rose to ask Jones how he could bring such a detailed, novelistic quality to his short stories about the District, without actually writing a novel. In response, Jones riffed for a bit about the virtues of brevity. He spoke about his affection for his collection of tiny, meticulously crafted Japanese figurines and said he wanted to bring that same sort of smallness, detail, and precision to his writing about D.C. “In New York it’s all about the novel,” he said. “Novel, novel, novel. I didn’t want to write a novel that’s bloated and full of steroids.”

Loud applause from the pews ensued, almost reflexively—as if there were something hoary about trying to write a towering work of fiction about D.C. That’s something of an old wound around here: Though a few have come close, the Great American Novel has bypassed Washington. And if Jones—who wrote a brilliant, Pulitzer-winning, nonsteroidal novel about black slave owners in Virginia, 2003’s The Known World—is recusing himself from the job, the job may never get done.

“[The consensus is that] the great Washington novel is something of an oxymoron,” says Jeffrey Charis-Carlson, the opinion page editor of the Iowa City Press-Citizen and a scholar of District literature. For the past four years he’s devoured more than 200 novels for his University of Iowa dissertation on D.C. fiction. He’s taken in reams of spy thrillers, stacks of chick lit, mountains of congressional intrigue. But he’s had a rough time finding a singular book that might rank with the likes of The Adventures of Augie March, The Bonfire of the Vanities, The Big Sleep, A Confederacy of Dunces—novels that drill deep into how a city operates, giving you a sense that multiple waterfronts are being covered.

And there are more than just a pair of them—don’t try making the there-are-two-D.C.s argument. “[T]hat’s a too-easy observation, and it denies the District’s complexity as a whole,” crime novelist George Pelecanos writes in the introduction to the 2006 anthology D.C. Noir. He’s written some fine novels about the “other D.C.”—2004’s Hard Revolution and 2005’s Drama City best among them. But the crime novel that evokes D.C. in a way that ranks with James Ellroy’s Los Angeles or Dashiell Hammett’s San Francisco or Nelson Algren’s Chicago isn’t in his 13 books. In the same way that Tom Wolfe’s and Ralph Ellison’s fictional New York wasn’t just skyscrapers and immigrants, and Walker Percy’s and John Kennedy Toole’s New Orleans wasn’t just jazz and gumbo, the city of D.C. fiction ought to contain multitudes—the strivers, the palace intrigues, the crime, the ongoing conversation about race, immigration, and gentrification. Instead, we get a lot of bulky Fed-driven tomes.


This isn’t a new debate. In 1989, Washington Post book critic Jonathan Yardley banged the drum loudly for Marita Golden’s Long Distance Life, a novel about a black family’s migration to D.C. from the South and its difficulties settling into the city across six decades. Yardley pleaded for the creation of a regional fiction that has yet to arrive, voicing his contempt for Washington novels filled with “papier-mache presidents…cardboard senators…pneumatic bimbos.” Writing in the New York Times Book Review in 1995, critic Terry Teachout mourned the death of that same Washington novel. There, Teachout fondly recalled Allen Drury’s 1959 Pulitzer-winning novel, Advise and Consent—not because he thinks it’s a masterpiece (on Teachout’s blog, About Last Night, he calls it “heavily laden with characters wearing primary-color hats”), but because it portrayed Washington, D.C., as a place where interesting things happened. Over time, those “interesting things” have ossified into cliché: The District is a place where somebody’s hatching a terrorist plot, where some young thing is trying to get laid, somebody else is in a power struggle, where somebody is gonna get got. The stuff of bestsellers, maybe. But not the stuff of classics.

That’s not to say that District fiction hasn’t changed since those two critics lodged their complaints. Christopher Buckley has emerged as the leading satirist in a town that isn’t known for its sense of humor. The Washington romance, once the sole province of Sally Quinn, has been supplanted by D.C. chick-lit novels by Ana Marie Cox and Jessica Cutler. Serious authors who want to bring some historical gravitas to their tales go looking into the District’s past: Philip Roth’s The Plot Against America sent its central family to D.C. to better expose its dystopian, anti-Semitic America, and Richard Powers kicked off his hefty novel on race relations, The Time of Our Singing, at Marian Anderson’s 1939 performance on the National Mall. Washington Post Executive Editor Leonard Downie Jr. is on the verge of publishing a novel on “journalists and politicians and campaign consultants.” District-set gay lit has expanded (most recently in Thomas Mallon’s Fellow Travelers). And one rock-solid competitor for a great novel set in D.C. has emerged. Ward Just’s 1997 novel, Echo House, tracks three generations of lobbyists and legislators; Just is a former Post foreign correspondent, and his book is among the most convincing portraits of insider dealings, power brokers, and secrecy. It neatly captures the intellectual pitch of life off the Potomac; but, like a lot of Washington novels, it hardly acknowledges the Anacostia.

What’s happened? It may simply be that the era of the big, multifaceted novel is over: Wolfe recently groused to the New York Times that American fiction went into decline once hard-living folks like Hemingway and Steinbeck faded off and timid MFA types took over. But it may simply be harder to write a great D.C. novel than it is to write a great Chicago novel or a great San Francisco novel. After all, any District novel that claims to cover the whole city needs to tell a story about bureaucracy, and, as Charis-Carlson says, “It takes a great novel to make bureaucracy interesting.” None of the four novels featured here, all recently published books that largely turn on D.C. settings, are legitimate contestants for the prize of the great Washington novel. Nor are they trying to be. But taken together, they shed some light on the multiple elements that a D.C. novel with real ambition ought to include. Writing a great novel isn’t simply a matter of ticking off seven items from a checklist, of course; I doubt I’d want to read a book that was constructed in so Frankensteinian a fashion. But narrow thinking only means more bricks of Tom Clancy. The field is wide open for somebody with the nerve to give the Great D.C Novel a shot—Jones, it appears, isn’t bothering.

Nice to Come Home To
By Rebecca Flowers
Riverhead, 336 pp., $24.95

A rarity among D.C. novels: Here, the status climber hops off the ladder entirely. Prudence Whistler is a 36-year-old living in Adams Morgan who was all set to continue her career as a fundraiser and settle down with her boyfriend, Rudy. But as the story opens she’s lost both the job and the guy, and is forced to retool. Only in chick lit does the District appear to have anything resembling bohemian, New Age-y types—like the cat whisperer who arrives to soothe Pru’s crazed feline—though nobody’s exactly slumming. (Unless falling for the guy who runs a coffee shop in Adams Morgan is slumming. Which it might be, to some writers.) The occasional consulting gig ensures that Pru won’t lose her flat off Columbia Road, all the better for her to indulge her newfound love for managing clothing boutiques, and support her sister, who’s fallen for a two-timing George Washington doctor. (See what status-climbing gets you?) None of which should suggest that Flowers, a radio producer and NPR commentator, is being in any way subversive—its closing pages are as pink and prettified as the cover suggests, and its study of the larger D.C. region is limited to trips to Shenandoah, Va., and Rehoboth, Del., and a quick study of the pecking order for which neighborhoods get plowed during a snowstorm: “Capitol Hill and the financial district would be first, of course, before the residential neighborhoods, which would be plowed in order of income. Adams Morgan would be farther down the list, well after Chevy Chase, Cleveland Park, and Dupont Circle.” Presumably D.C.’s “financial district” is a Wachovia ATM on K Street.

Born Dying
By Harold L. Turley II
Strebor Books International, 320 pp., $13

Nice as it is to be reminded that running this town isn’t the exclusive province of the feds, there have got to be better options than the gangster clichés that populate Turley’s third novel. Strebor on the Streetz is a series of novels, launched last year by local black-erotica powerhouse Zane, about thug life around the nation, and the D.C. entry Born Dying seems well-equipped to cover a neglected waterfront. It gets off to a pretty good start, with some detailed tracking of the movements of 14-year-old Nate as he travels from Oxon Hill High School to Wayne Place SE to Glassmanor Park, navigating the turf wars between Oxon Hill and Forest Heights on the other side of the Beltway. Nate graduates from selling weed in his neighborhood to ferrying coke across the District line and, eventually, taking over most of the area’s trade. D.C.’s new drug kingpin renames himself Money Green, his efforts stymied only by a D.C. cop who falls into heroin addiction. Born Dying eventually loses its geographical specificity, becoming a simplistic morality play about the perils of slinging and the importance of family. But Turley still has a knack for locating parts of the secluded areas of town. Rockville is an anonymous place of refuge for a heroin-addicted cop who’s trying to get clean, and when Money Green wants to call a meeting but shake off the cops, he gets everybody to show up at the dullest place in the DMV area: the Eisenhower Ave. Metro station.

The Amateur Spy
By Dan Fesperman
Knopf, 384 pp., $24.95

Like countless thrillers, Fesperman’s slick tale, The Amateur Spy, understands D.C. predominantly as a place where the Capitol is. Which means it’s a place where senators are, which means it’s a place where senators can be blown up. (Tom Clancy acted out his rage at government gridlock in 1994’s Debt of Honor by plowing a passenger jet into the Capitol dome.) In this case, the legislative decimation is going to take place at a church near Eastern Market. Aliyah, a Palestinian living in Chevy Chase, learns that her doctor husband, Abbas, is renting a property in “one of the tougher fringe neighborhoods just beyond Capitol Hill.” Abbas, we learn, wants to exact revenge against Israel for all the usual reasons, and against the United States for a more specific one: slowing up a visa for his daughter in such a way that he figures the government is complicit in her death. Though the main plot of An Amateur Spy occurs away from D.C.—the titular spy is sorting out a convoluted intrigue plot in Jordan—Fesperman, a Baltimorean, makes the most of the District scenery, examining the “high-speed lottery of close calls and near misses known as the Connecticut Avenue morning commute,” knows D.C. as a place where ATMs are equipped for seven languages, and has an eye for the run-down rowhouse (“Green paint peeled from elaborate woodwork along the roofline. One window was cracked. None had curtains”).

Deviant Behavior
By Mike Sager
Black Cat, 304 pp., $14

Almost. Out of these four novelists, Sager tries the hardest to present a multifaceted District, an effort that speaks to his long experience as a Post and magazine journalist. Jonathan Seede, the novel’s hero, in fact appears to be a Sager-esque kind of guy: The time is 1992, and Seede is a rising star at the Washington Herald, where he “wrote front-page stories read by millions, some of them the most powerful people in the world.” His efforts to preserve his status as the paper’s golden boy leads him to spend time researching a book about the drug war. (“It’s about the crack economy. Look at us: we’re only a mile from the White House—the rabble in the rubble outside the castle walls.”) That means he also spends time wrecking himself on crack and heroin. Sager’s wobbly narrative is an odd merger of noir and satire, with a large amount of the plot swaddled in mystical goop about the search for crystal skulls. But the story has the benefit of moving around the city a lot: Sager spends time roving D.C., bouncing from a decrepit motel off New York Avenue NW to the prostitution strip on 14th and P Streets NW to a Georgetown mansion. And he gets at a few colorful characters: A gay ANC chasing johns out of his neighborhood by slapping bumper stickers on cars reading this car has been prowling the strip, a “Pope of Pot” who runs a weed delivery service through a toll-free number, and a Rick James-esque crack enthusiast.

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Our Readers Say

This must be why reviewers are considered one of the lowest forms of life. Someone labors to write a novel with engaging characters, suspense, feeling and resonance. Maybe it works, maybe it doesn't.

But for you, it's just fodder to make some snarky, trivial point in a throwaway newspaper.

No wonder DC gets no love if this is how you treat your writers.
yes, please treat authors with more respect. they don't write books just for you to criticize them. if this is how you make your money writing, why don't you, like, you know, put your money where your mouth (and fingers) is (are) and [you] try and write a novel, you critical critic!

you ARE one of the lowest forms of life on earth! right there with the child rapists and the lawyers and the paris hiltonsessesss. you are a ssssnake.

Are you kidding me? Gore Vidal, one of the great American novelists, wrote profusely about Washington, D.C. His American history books, "Burr," "1876," "Washington, D.C.," "Lincoln," are amazing.
Great D.C. novel? Ever hear of Gore Vidal? Only one of the greatest American novelists.
I wonder how many commenters actually READ the article before they wrote these comments.
I think the "reviewer" is on point in this piece, to an extent. To suggest that Gore Vidal novels encapsulate the DC experience is hogwash...that's precisely the national and federal story that the writer of the piece decries. But at the same time, I think he misses something very obvious to many residents--the often unfortunate fact that DC's population is in fact made up of a largely predictable cast of characters: the college student, the young transient here for a couple of years, the lawyer specializing in something-or-other, the rare actual participant in governmental goings-on, etc. And that's the story which makes DC so peculiar, which so many novelists have missed and which keeps us from having a real screenplay about city life here produced...its awkward small-townishness, its defacto segregation...there are some great stories to be told here that get beyond all of the blatant reach for depth of which MOST novelists are guilty and still embrace and explore the one-dimensional nature of the people one meets here--how incredibly difficult it is to start and maintain a small business in the district, the myth of "the plan", the "new" invisible man represented by DC's immigrant's the conflicts, and the constraints, imposed by living in a place where so many people are so damn boring, where the institutions and their values act as an independent actor, that provides a source for a complex story. So I agree with the writer of this article...literature has failed DC, and, for what it's worth, most other major American cities as well.
C'mon, how can you mention Dinaw Mengestu and then not actually talk about his book? Just finished reading it last month and concluded that the story, while decent, is certainly not a "great DC novel"--it reads more like the guy lived in Reston, visited downtown for a few days, and then moved to New York.
@rachel: There's lots to like about Mengestu's novel--in bits and pieces. And I did like it well enough to do a sort of photo-essay for our blog when the book came back a year ago:

But as much as I was rooting for the story to hang together, I came away from the ending feeling that the relationship between Sepha and Judith was a little contrived, increasingly so in the final pages. I don't doubt Mengestu's knowledge of Logan Circle, and I'll likely pick up whatever he does next. But I did want more out of his book...
To suggest that "The Washingtonienne" (Cutler) or "Dog Days" (Cox) make a serious attempt at anything more than glorified sex romps illustrates just how ill-informed or ill-read this reporter is.

This article overlooks the many gay-themed novels set in DC that could be considered if not "the," than at least "one of," a group of great Washington stories.

"Man About Town" by Mark Merlis is wonderful and beautifully captures the ironies and petty politics of civil service in ways that so many other works falsely try to senstationalize.

Andrew Holleran's "Grief" is set almost entirely in DC, and serves as a melencholy coda to the Washington scenes in the author's seminal "Dancer from the Dance".

"Fellow Travelers" by Thomas Mallon -- which barely gets a mention here, except to say that it's gay -- portrays the brutality of McCarthy-politics in 1950's DC.

I'll second Adnan's comments about the value of this review and the paper it is printed in. Thankfully its insipid contents will be soon forgotten, its silly theses relegated to tomorrow's fishwrap.
Right, we should not be shutting down discussion (before it's even started, practically!), we should be opening up. I applaud the writer. I agree, the CityPaper can be kind of incendiary, but that's just the way it is. Still it brought up some great points, points that Jonathan Yardley notwithstanding, the Post in its blandness prefers to overlook. Adam, I agree with your comments! Nice post, but I am not 100% sure the Plan is a myth, when you look at what is going on now! So many people are not from here, Washington, and what makes good writing is not transience, but rootedness, the wisdom of being able to look over generations and see patterns emerge, illusions kept or discarded, and that sort of thing. Here in Washington, it's all about number one and so many people in Cap Hill and NW have what the Economist called a "dour work ethic" (so true!). So, good writing that does not make. Kudos for opening the discussion.
To all those criticizing a book reviewer for doing his job: Why don't you defend the books he criticizes rather than attack the messenger? Any art form that can't withstand some harsh criticism is dead already. Stringing 80,000+ words together and calling it a novel doesn't make you immune from criticism.
The Great D.C. Novel exists. It's called "Better Will Come." It follows two brothers, Jay and Joe Wilson, on a quixotic quest to abolish racism and make up for the sins of slavery, segregation, and discrimination. Fueled by very different motivations, their self-appointed mission to bring justice and pecuniary compensation to millions of African Americans takes them from a Washington, D.C. storefront church to the forefront of a boutique civil rights movement. The "Retribution Brothers," as Jay and Joe become known, use cutting-edge, if not laudable, methods to raise funds, foster mass awareness, and bring about social change. Despised by white supremacists and the old-school black leadership alike, Jay and Joe are embraced by the street and the white middle class, from which they stem. They quickly shatter the status quo and push their cause to prominence. As with every endeavor initiated in the name of common good,not all consequences are foreseen, tensions run high, sweeping emotions are stirred, powerful enemies are made, and heavy personal prices are paid. Visionaries, pioneers, crooks, mystics, or plain heroes, the Retribution Brothers make history by transcending the very notion of race. They force a difficult debate upon a much divided nation and come close to achieving the impossible.Along the way, they find love, fame, and fortune. What they lose, they lose forever.

The Great D.C. Novel exists. I wrote it a few months ago.My guess is it's too hot for most agents, publishing houses, and the general public. The Great D.C. Novel sleeps in the overflowing hard drive of 1996 Micron Transport XP. But don't despair.

Alcaly Lo
The prefect DC novel has already been written. It's called "Down by the river where the dead men go" By George Pelacanos. all other talk on this subject is just talk. Read the book and experience DC.
Mark Athitakis - I see some of your readers felt you had some mindless criticism going on here - maybe a little of that "reaching for attitude" which is not unknown, I guess, at Wash City Paper.

So - thought I should put in my two bits: I was intrigued by your topic (enough that I sought out your article on line after seeing response letters this week) and appreciated being brought up-to-date on some recent DC fiction I knew nothing about (both by you and by some of your commentors). Appreciated your - I thought - entirely judicious wrestling with the key question (why no great fiction here). A news flash from the culture frontier, so thank you.

My opinion on the question you raised: We're a young city, and still too-tightly wrapped, but time will pass, and we'll gain self-respect, and that great novel will come.
Bell Clement
I say Jerzy Kosinski's "Being There," is as close to a great DC novel as we need to get.
Great site and good work for posting. I always enjoy while reading knowledge. I am a novelist. With the help of your post I have got a lot of knowledge about quality of novel. Thanks for sharing and keep working.

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