If Edward P. Jones were asked to suggest an epigraph for Lost in the City, I believe he would seriously consider the inscription over the door to Plato’s Academy: “Let no one enter here who is ignorant of geometry.” The streets of Washington D.C. are a significant element both within these stories and in the realm of conspiracy theorists. The original street layout of the national capital was designed by Pierre Charles L’Enfant, a Freemason like many of the founding fathers. A quick look at a city map reveals numerous possible cultic symbolic interpretations. However, the author’s intention is not to take such a reductive stance. The stories focus on how the streets impact the lives of the characters, providing a framework for their tangential interactions.
The stories are thematically connected by a sense of place created from the vicissitudes of survival on the streets. This sense of place ultimately challenges the value of a strictly survivalist worldview. In many of the stories, the streets define themselves within and upon the characters. Sometimes, this is through subtle word choice, as seen in “The Girl who Raised Pigeons” and “The Night Rhonda Ferguson was Killed.” Other times, it occurs in a more radical and overt way, closely tied to the plot and story structure, as in “The Store,” “Lost in the City,” and “Marie.”
When the action becomes violent or unpredictable, the details often have a geometrical quality. For example, in “Young Lions,” Caesar and Carol exit each other’s lives along diagonal lines. In “Marie,” the action follows the smaller incidence of a dropped fingernail file after the title character slaps a Social Security secretary. Of course, there are other elements at play in Lost in the City, such as stormy weather, music, and a specific dialect. However, even these qualities seem subordinate to the streets. The book also explores the city’s changing racial identity and ties to the south, which play out on the streets. The paradoxical ending, when considered with the title, suggests that part of the people’s voice is lost in the maze of the city.