CREATION LAKE by Rachel Kushner

Sadie Smith is not her real name, and she’s a 34-year-old American spy for hire.  Her current job is to infiltrate and ultimately destroy a subversive commune in rural France.  She has hacked the email account of this group’s mentor, an old man named Bruno who seems more obsessed with hieroglyphics, caves, the night sky, and Neanderthals than with advising the radical group.  For me, good writing does not salvage this book, which fails as an espionage novel, since the plot lacks suspense and Sadie is completely unlikeable.  She has a certain swagger that falls short of being charismatic, and she drinks too much.  Also, she is living alone in her boyfriend’s family’s mansion, but because she’s a short-timer, she doesn’t bother throwing away her liquor bottles or washing the dishes, until she schedules a tryst with her lover from the commune.  In fact, she always drinks from the cup that is the least dirty.  Her slovenliness is a minor personality flaw compared to the manner in which she uses other people.  I get that this is her job, and she’s good at it, except for being fired by the FBI when her mark was exonerated due to entrapment.  Reading this book was not exactly a chore, but it wasn’t a delight, either.  In fact, Bruno’s musings on our prehistoric predecessors and celestial navigation were the best part.  He makes a big deal about how to locate Polaris (the North Star), although I learned that a long time ago and have since assumed that it was common knowledge.  Apparently not.  The biggest mystery of this novel is the origin of the title, and I’m going to crown The Flamethrowers as my favorite Rachel Kushner novel.