First Impressions
I've now read Marlon James's new 600-plus-page novel, "The Disappearers", and I'm still reeling from everything it stirred up in me. This is not a light or entertaining read, and it was never meant to be; James himself has acknowledged that his books aren't easy. But it took me on a journey that left me both challenged and changed. The novel has only just been published and has already been canonised by critics, with Dwight Garner in the New York Times calling it a “masterpiece and, quite possibly, the novel of the decade or even the century.” That claim has already sparked a lot of pushback and debate. Ron Charles at the Washington Post stated he was “glad to have read it but equally glad to be done with it. To the extent that it’s a great novel, it’s also an ordeal.” Personally, I wouldn't call it an ordeal. The opening section, structured as a 1988 diary kept by one of the central characters, Eddy, actually charmed me: there's real humanity and humour in these entries, and a kind of innocence in how James eases us into the story through the mind of an eighteen-year-old whose day-to-day thoughts are dominated by music and masturbatory fantasies, the ordinary preoccupations of being young.
The Attack and the Many Meanings of "Disappearers"
Eddy answers an ad to join a small group of gay men planning to stage "Fortune and Men's Eyes," John Herbert's 1967 play about a young man's experience of prison, homosexuality and domination. They're meeting in Kingston, Jamaica, in 1988, in a climate of open homophobia, which makes even their private rehearsals dangerous, let alone the ambition of staging the play publicly. That danger catches up with them: the group is horrifically attacked by a homophobic mob, and not everyone survives. Many who do are left severely damaged, physically and emotionally. It’s striking that the author doesn’t allow the attackers to remain an amorphous group; their individual thoughts and each person’s sense of self-justification for committing such a horrendous act is recorded.
From there the novel’s title starts accumulating multiple meanings. There are the attackers, who set out quite literally to disappear these men from their community. There's the central mystery of two survivors who vanish in the aftermath, and the efforts of the remaining group to find out what happened to them. Because this is the late eighties and this is gay life, the novel also vividly depicts the reality of the AIDS crisis and the many people who disappeared because of it. And there's a more internal, more painful sense of the word too: queer people disappearing on each other under pressure, as when one half of a couple is arrested for his homosexuality and his partner won't risk bailing him out, afraid of what association with him might cost. Beyond that, there's the way people can disappear into themselves, silencing whole parts of who they are just to survive inside a homophobic world. James has spoken about having lived through some of this era himself, and while I wouldn't call the novel autobiographical, since its actual events aren't drawn from his own life, it clearly belongs to the world he grew up in during the 1980s, and it's steeped in the music and television of that period. I loved seeing "The Cosby Show" and "Family Ties" referenced early on, both shows that shaped my own childhood crushes on Malcolm-Jamal Warner and Michael J. Fox, so that sense of period and coming-of-age is vividly, specifically evoked, alongside an honest reckoning with how much of that same media culture was openly homophobic at the time.
A Demanding Structure With a Purpose
Much of the novel arrives secondhand, through diary entries, interviews and letters rather than immediate first-person action, and a number of readers have found that structure genuinely challenging, since it holds you at a remove from events as they happen. I'd argue that distance is doing real work: for people who disappear, all that's left of their perspective are the fragments they wrote down or the secondhand accounts others give afterward, so piecing together the truth becomes part of the reading experience itself, not just a stylistic choice. Combined with a large cast of shifting points of view and sections often written in patois, which may be more demanding for readers outside the Caribbean, I understand why this book reportedly has a higher did-not-finish rate than most. But I think the difficulty is worth taking on for where the novel ultimately takes you.
Rage, Justice, and the Weight of Real History
There's enormous heart and humanity here, alongside real heartache, pain, violence and rage, and I think that rage is entirely justified. James has described growing up aware of rumours of an attack like this one, and drawing on both his own memory and interviews with queer Jamaicans in shaping the novel, which makes clear this isn't an isolated invention but something many people actually lived through. It's infuriating to read about a situation where the law doesn't just look away from an attack like this but actively participates in it, where going to the police for help might just mean a different, survivable beating rather than none at all. I don't think this belongs safely in the past, either. Living in London today, I'm aware of legal protections gay people have here, but I also remember a report a couple of years ago of a gay couple attacked at a bus stop I go to regularly with my own husband. Seeing the photos of their injuries changed something in me: I still think about it every time I'm at that bus stop, and there are moments when my husband reaches for my hand and I pull away, weighing wanting to be visibly proud of who we are against a very real, very physical fear. That's just a small, present-day echo of the kind of violence this novel is reckoning with on a much larger historical scale.
The novel doesn't offer easy answers to any of this. In large part it's a revenge story, following several characters and survivors down different paths of retaliation, and reading those sections was genuinely horrific on more than one level: the immediate violence of it, but also an uncomfortable flicker of satisfaction at seeing people held to account when the wider structures of society refuse to do so. That response left me with difficult feelings of shame alongside the horror, because I know a cycle of revenge like this can't actually end well, however understandable its origins.
A Complicated, Unflattened Community
I appreciated how honestly the novel portrays the divisions within this group of men even before the attack: different ways of inhabiting queerness, real disagreements among gay men shaped by class, race and relative attractiveness, and the hierarchies those differences create, which raises the harder question of whether "community" is even the right word for what holds them together. One of the most striking sections follows a group known as the Gully Queens, queer individuals pushed to the margins of society who've built a life for themselves literally in the city's gullies. My one small criticism of the novel is that I wish it had spent more time with them; I think it matters enormously that the most marginalised are seen this clearly, even as I understand why James chose to keep his focus centred on this particular group of men. Women are largely peripheral to the story, though it doesn't look away from violence against them either, including a harrowing account of a lesbian couple attacked and a trans woman brutalised and murdered.
The violence throughout is rendered in unflinching, specific detail rather than glossed over the way it often is in film and television, where a gunshot tends to mean an instant, tidy death. James has said he thinks all violence is gratuitous, addressing a common criticism of books like this head-on, but the violence here isn't there to entertain; it's there to testify that real harm like this actually happened, and it continues to do so around the world.
In Conversation With Queer Literature
The novel also meditates on erasure and absence more broadly: one character speculates that if every gay person in Jamaica simply vanished, the society built on their labour and presence would collapse. That immediately brought to mind one of my favourite recent novels, Ibtisam Azem's "The Book of Disappearance," which imagines all Palestinian Arabs vanishing from the state of Israel overnight. It's a reminder of what fiction can do: offering a genuinely different vantage point on the world we already think we know.
Beyond its central themes, I loved how in conversation the novel is with other literature, from an early nod to Mrs. Bennet in "Pride and Prejudice" to a debate between characters over Anthony Trollope and Charles Dickens, and further back to queer literary forebears like John Rechy, James Baldwin and Jean Genet, writers who were pioneers not just in depicting gay experience explicitly but in modelling ways of actually inhabiting a gay identity. This novel clearly stands in that lineage, extending it with a portrait of gay life that holds real joy alongside real pettiness; there's plenty of bitchiness among these characters too, which felt honest rather than unkind, and a real sense that disappearing from an impossible situation can be freeing even as it carries its own lasting burden. I was also genuinely delighted by a passing reference to Joyce Carol Oates's short story "Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?," since Oates is my favourite author, and while I can see the argument that some of these literary references stretch plausibility for characters caught in such desperate circumstances, many of these men are highly literary people for whom reading is exactly the kind of refuge and touchstone you'd expect them to reach for.
A Culmination of a Career
Having followed Marlon James's work for over a decade, this feels like a novel he's been building toward for a long time. "A Brief History of Seven Killings" shares some structural DNA with it and includes gay characters of its own, and his Dark Star fantasy trilogy, two books in so far, also features queer characters and explicit gay sex. I had the privilege of helping judge the year "A Brief History of Seven Killings" was up for the Green Carnation Prize, an award specifically for queer writers, not long after it had already won the Booker; we debated whether a novel that had already won the Booker really needed another prize, but ultimately felt it deserved recognition specifically for how complex and fully realised its gay characters were. James has clearly been writing toward queer life for a long time, including in a 2015 personal essay, "From Jamaica to Minnesota to Myself," which I'd recommend alongside the novel; you can feel ideas from that essay finding their fullest expression here.
Verdict
I found this novel mesmerising rather than exhausting, gripped by its twists and turns and by James's language, which brings out the full complexity, contradiction and sheer spark of these characters even in the most difficult circumstances. Is it the novel of the decade? I honestly don't know, but it's an extraordinarily impactful book, and I'm very glad to have read it. I raced through it the first time because I was compelled by the plot and character voices. So I'm looking forward to returning to it more slowly at some point to more deeply take in everything it has to offer. I'd recommend it wholeheartedly, but readers should know what they're signing up for: there's real explicit violence and sex in these pages, though never without purpose. If you've read it, I'd love to know where you land: masterpiece, or overhyped?
