His nemesis, the titular
metaphysical burglar, turns out to be Jerome Coolberg, drawn as the kind of
self-involved pseudo-philosopher type most people have encountered on college
campuses. They meet in the early '70s at a graduate school in Buffalo, New
York, where it seems like everyone has the idea that will transform
something. These are delusional, desperate types, pining for a cause, a
mission, another person, or whatever else will give them their own identity.
For his own part, Nathaniel ends up simultaneously intrigued and exasperated
with Jerome; he stays in Jerome's orbit only to be close to Theresa, the
flirtatious girl in the army jacket that he falls for fast in the opening
pages.
Nathaniel has his own
past, filled with the misfortune that can befall families: his father died too
soon, rendering Nathaniel's sister mute. And somehow, Jerome already knows
these things and more, confounding Nathaniel, who feels his identity is being
threatened. By the time Jerome starts stealing and wearing his clothes,
Nathaniel is sweaty and paranoid, at the precipice of a complete breakdown. The
question is, who is Jerome Coolberg? (The answer, mercifully, does not veer
into Fight Club
territory.)
The Soul Thief is short and swift, and
while the answer to the question of Jerome undermines an otherwise-intriguing
book, Baxter has crafted something with the momentum of a dark, pulpy whodunit,
replete with rainstorms, love triangles, and manic energy. Baxter juggles these
delicate souls for the duration of the novel, but ultimately, his deftness
makes the twist at the end feel all the more forced.
