The movie version
of Willy Vlautin’s first novel, Motel Life has just opened on selected release
in America. To celebrate that and to bemoan the fact that, so far there has
been no UK release date announced, I thought I would post my review of Motel Life, which first appeared at Out Of The Gutter earlier this year.
Set in Reno,
Nevada in the 1990’s Motel Life is the story of two Brothers, Frank and Jerry
Lee Flanagan. Orphaned at an early age
the brothers live a marginalized life of dead end jobs, low rent motel rooms
and TV diners washed down with bargain bin liquor.
When Jerry
Lee accidentally kills a kid in a hit and run they make a bad situation worse
and run away. The brothers take flight to Oregon and dream of living a better
life with Frank’s damaged ex-girlfriend, Annie James; only to find that no
matter how hard you try, you can’t out run yourself.
There is an
echo of Steinbeck’s Mice and Men here and perhaps also a nod towards the bleak
existences portrayed by Denis Johnson in Jesus’ Son. The Motel Life is noir in
its most literal sense. It provides a dark and heart breaking commentary on
alcoholism and suicide as it charts the downward spiral of people forced by
circumstance to play out a losing hand.
Willy
Vlautin’s prose is sparse and at times almost child like in its directness. But
he writes with such compelling honesty that any minor grumbles about his
simplistic style or his stifled character development are swept away by the
sheer power of his narrative.
Motel life
is not going to be for everyone and it is fair to say there are more accomplished
and articulate renderings of America’s third world citizens out there. But for
me, there is something wonderful about the naivety of Vlautin’s work that I
just can’t shake off. This book still haunts me years after I first read it and
in spite of its flaws, I still wish I had written it.
Motel Life is
and always will be one of my favorite books. I want to love the movie
too. Maybe I will if it ever gets aired on this side of the pond.