When home has no hope

Here, our perpetually homesick hero is 43-year-old Lev, who leaves his unnamed Eastern European country after the death of his wife. His work at a sawmill in his hometown of Baryn has ended because there are no more trees. With a small child and an elderly mother to support, he goes to London to find work, joining the throng of Eastern European immigrants semi-marooned in England because of overwhelming economic, environmental and political forces. In London, Lev tumbles from one menial, unstable situation to the next, an Alice in a rough Wonderland that is as confusing in its gifts as in its hardships. Its effect on him is alchemical. When, at one point in the novel, he returns to visit Baryn, he finds that he and it have changed irrevocably, unexpectedly. As always in Tremain's subtle, empathic writing, loss is inextricably bound up with surprising gains.

Beautifully, sharply, Tremain deploys Lev as a double mirror, simultaneously reflecting his constantly astonished interior and the sometimes brutal contradictions of contemporary Britain, where globalization and late capitalism have brought a confusing mix of opportunity and despair. "The Road Home" is, in some respects, a historical novel of the present moment. From Lev's perspective, the modern United Kingdom is as strange as 16th century France. Looking at the crowds on the street in London, he notices that "many of them sucked cans of cola as they walked, like anxious babies, and Lev thought that something catastrophic had happened to them -- something nobody mentioned but which was there in their faces and in the clumsy, slouching way they moved."

If Lev is Alice, he is also, like many of Tremain's more tender heroes and heroines, Candide, trying to make his way through a world that doesn't make sense to him because it is absurd, incommensurate and impossible. His mother weeps to him, over the cellphone, that England is "a terrible place. Violence. Drunkenness. Drugs. Everybody too fat. You were better off here." One is hard-pressed to disagree -- except for the lack of jobs in Baryn, and the radioactive lake. Which is worse, asks Tremain: starvation and humiliation in a bloated First World capital or catching and eating fish in your hometown that glow in the dark? Via Lev's moving, intrepid character, the answer is both, neither and what's the alternative?

How Lev learns to fold together his past and present selves, his past and present countries, is the deep adventure of "The Road Home," which never falters in its detailed exploration of the sort of man who is most often represented by a statistic on global "problems." From Tremain's capacious perspective, loneliness is the country we all inhabit, and its language is universal. Standing in the ruins of Lev's old country, one British character remarks, "There's something about it reminds me of Ireland. . . . Something wild and beautiful and full of woe." Through this shared experience of loss, Tremain suggests, we can't necessarily solve the world's problems, but we can find one another -- human, bereft, alive.