The Search for Joseph Tully
William H. Hallahan | Avon Books | 1974 | 283 pages
“He looked at his watch. Eleven-twenty. Incredible, He’d been to a seánce, fallen asleep, had an incredible nightmare, fled across the city, been given a violent shock…, had a conversation … about hypnosis, and now sat in his car. And it was only eleven-twenty.”
As the wrecking ball of redevelopment draws inexorably closer to their Brooklyn row house, a dwindling group of neighbors help Peter Richardson face a terrifying premonition; someone is out to kill him.
Troubled by strange nightmares and suffering from “whooshing” auditory hallucinations, Peter’s paranoia is fed by the theories of his downstairs neighbor, Albert Clabber, a defrocked priest and self-described student of the occult. Clabber has cultivated another neighbor, Ozzie Goulart, into his fold, drawing out his latent psychic abilities—abilities that seem to confirm the growing danger surrounding Peter. As the building’s tenants slowly move out, and Goulart inexplicably disappears, Peter faces an increased sense of isolation, and a hysterical fatalism that his end is drawing near.
Melancholy permeates much of The Search for Joseph Tully, as the wrecking ball irreversibly brings change to Peter’s Brooklyn neighborhood. The snow-swept quadrangle created by the demolished buildings, the lonely vigil by the extant sign on the former Waite’s Grocery, and the ringing of the chain against the demolition arm, mourn the spirit of a lost community. The human landscape is destroyed alongside the physical, as a former community of odd neighbors—seniors, spiritualists, psychologists, ex-priests, and artists—are scattered by redevelopment.
Peter’s agonizing wait for his fate alternates with Matthew Willow’s parallel genealogical detective story. A mundane time-out from the occurrences at the Brevoort Apartments, Willow’s search for the descendants of Joseph Tully has limited appeal beyond History Detectives fans. Trudging between county courthouses and examining historical documents, Willow’s motivations remain unclear, but when an unexpected lead develops from a series of dead-ends, his search undoubtedly leads to a certain row house in Brooklyn.
Failing to receive a satisfactory diagnosis for his ailments through conventional medicine, Peter seeks out a more mystical approach. He attempts to sit for a tarot card reading, participates in a seánce, submits to an unorthodox hypnosis session, and entertains discussions regarding the transmigration of souls. The Search for Joseph Tully steeps itself in the paranormal and occult obsessions of its era, slowly driving its doomed protagonist–along with his building, community, and neighborhood–to his preordained fate.
Although possibly derived from a mad acid trip, the most direct words of warning, written on the wall of an abandoned building, ultimately go unheeded:
“Richardson! Run for your life!”