One of the main things I look for in a novel is the "voice" that propels and pervades the storytelling. Marlette's The Bridge matches character and voice perfectly. Main character and narrator Pick Cantrell looks at the world through the eye of a cartoonist, but this rich novel is far from being a cartoon. In the contemporary settings, Pick "picks" his images of the people around him. We see them focused through his "lens." Through this narrative device, we become involved with well-developed characters who happen to have a cartoonist's microscope run over their quirks, making them all the more fascinating. This extra-dimension to the writing is true to Pick's own character voice and a tribute to Marlette's skill as a creative artist. Not only is the whole scope of the story adroitly presented, but his sentences are just loaded with little "cartoonist concepts" that make me laugh out loud. Pick's reference to his family reunion as a "coagulation" is a brilliant image of bloodlines clotting around the picnic table. Everyone who has ever been to a family reunion knows exactly what he means.
But, this novel is not simply Pick Cantrell's story and voice. There lies within it a greater gift of truth: giving "voice" to the "voiceless." The mill workers of this country whose struggle was all but lost to history's emphasis on the New Deal and the rise of fascist Germany also have a story to tell. That voice is embodied in Mama Lucy, and Marlette has created a bridge back to a forgotten past that touches us all. It is The Bridge which I hope many, many readers will cross.