Nancy Zafris, fiction editor of the Kenyon Review, author of The Metal Shredders and winner of the Flannery O'Connor Award for Short Fiction, adds to a notable list of credentials with her second novel, Lucky Strike. The setting is 1950s Utah, site of the Cold War–provoked "uranium frenzy," in which countless amateur prospectors, hoping to strike it rich, unwittingly subjected themselves to radiation. Widowed Jean Waterman instinctively distrusts the idea of a "lucky strike," but she brings her bright daughter, Beth, [End Page 199] and her ill son, Charlie, to the desert canyons anyway, hoping they can genuinely share in the excitement before they too become jaded. Jean's strange jumble of positive and negative thinking attracts a host of like-minded characters, all of them suffering from the same mixed assessments of the world and what it has to offer: Jo Dawson, a squatter on the Waterman campsite, plainly desperate for companionship beyond that of her oafish husband; Harry, a lapsed Mormon traveling salesman who falls in love with both Jean and Jo; Miss Dazzle, proprietor of the Stagecoach Oasis motel, ever genial but more lonely than she cares to admit; and many others. Using an ensemble of narrators, Zafris achieves quite an interesting pace, admirable, yet a bit disorienting. Readers of Lucky Strike may convince themselves that not a lot is happening in the story, though in fact the plot involves a gunfight, a plane crash, helicopter rides, claim jumping and quite a few bawdy motel scenes. There's a reason for the discrepancy: many of these events are quickly introduced and then left unpondered—by every narrator, but especially by the theatrical Beth, who, like any twelve-year-old, takes it upon herself to choose what is and is not important, often choosing wrong. After dutifully completing the reading list she's been assigned for school, Beth begins narrating her own story, not quite objectively, inventing opportunities to use her new vocabulary—words like detonation and delectable. Lucky Strike begins to read like just such a book report; the characters highlight certain words they love, and people, and experiences, leaving others behind. They stretch the truth, stake claims that cannot register, and yet do. Hence Harry's love for both Jean and Jo seems perfectly sincere, as does Jean's relentless anxiety over her children at the same time that she neglects to read any of her own mother's letters. The characters in this book feel conflicting emotions constantly, repeatedly, as if, again and again, they're all falling for the same joke. It's Beth who looks for the explanation. Aloft in the impressive Vincent Flaherty's helicopter, she searches the view of the river for a sign from God. Life is not just brown, she discovers. Life is a zigzag. "Ha, that was it!" she quickly congratulates herself, only to reflect a moment later that "she would have liked something a little more personal." Every character in Lucky Strike wants this—a way to have their unsophisticated stories told, sophisticatedly. Unfortunately, this can't happen—the desert won't allow it. Zafris is at her best when she lets her setting invade her characters' narratives, when the [End Page 200] desert atmosphere becomes the villain furtively driving the heroes on, to whatever damage or danger. "I guess convincing yourselves is about the only thing left to do in the desert," one character remarks near the end, and, fittingly, no one can think of a response. Finding uranium is just a pretext for what these characters are really hoping to find. But there is no guide for them, only their own suspicions, and the suspicions echoed by the treasure-seekers who have already come and gone. By the end, when the ghostly voices of the canyons appear, audibly and visually, it is truly eerie, and we join in with the desert's final entreaty to the characters we've come to care for. You shouldn't be here, whisper the...