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”Lake Success” by Gary Shteyngart; Random House (338 pages, $28)

One night young lawyer Seema Cohen went to a Vogue party hosted by billionaire Michael Bloomberg and there met the man who would become her husband. At first, she wasn’t sure she liked the glad-handing middle-aged hedge fund guy who was clearly smitten with her.

So “she went home and Googled Barry’s net worth and found it comforting. A man that rich couldn’t be stupid. Or, Seema thought now, was that the grand fallacy of twenty-first-century America?”

That’s a central question in Gary Shteyngart’s terrific new comic novel, “Lake Success,” as it follows 1-percenter Barry Cohen on a quixotic Greyhound bus ride across America in flight from his family, at the surreal height of the 2016 presidential campaign and election.

“Lake Success” is often satiric, deploying the same sharp skills as Shteyngart’s earlier novels, like “Super Sad True Love Story” and “The Russian Debutante’s Handbook”: a cool control of tone, a Tom Wolfe-level eye for status markers, a knack for making the outrageous sound all too plausible.

But “Lake Success” has depths. Barry might be the oblivious poster boy for white male privilege, but Shteyngart makes us feel for the people around him, especially Seema and their son.

That son, a beautiful 3-year-old named Shiva who has never spoken a word or looked another human being in the eye, is the bond and the breaking point of Barry and Seema’s marriage. Both are strivers. Barry, a non-observant Jew, grew up in Queens, raised by a father who ran a pool service, his mother dead in a car crash when he was 5. Seema comes from Cleveland, the daughter of immigrants from India; she has a law degree but shrugs away from working after she marries and has a child.

At first their carefully curated marriage is as dreamy as the vista from their vast Manhattan apartment, with its view from above of the Flatiron Building and, above them, a penthouse owned by Rupert Murdoch.

But when Shiva receives what they call “the diagnosis” — he’s on the severe end of the autism spectrum — curation fails.

The novel opens with the events that send Barry to the bus following a dinner with a couple who live in their building. She’s a doctor, he’s a novelist Barry’s never heard of, but Seema admires his books.

“A writer? In their building?” Barry thinks. “Where even the one-bedrooms with a view of the back side of a taco joint started at three million? Something about that didn’t sit right with Barry, but he let it go.”

When the writer turns out to be a suave and sexy Guatemalan, Barry, no stranger to male dominance displays, goes upstairs to fetch a $33,000 bottle of Japanese whiskey from his collection.

The whiskey is guzzled, the dinner ends badly, and when Barry and Seema go upstairs things get worse. After a physical altercation with his wife and Shiva’s devoted nanny, Novie, he takes off.

Barry packs a bag with “a fistful of underwear” and the contents of his “Watcharium,” his beloved collection of timepieces. Nothing so vulgar as a common Rolex; these are rare and pricey items, and the only possessions he thinks to bring along:

Barry’s the star of his own movie, as he has always been. He blithely mooches off people with far fewer resources than himself and is shocked when some of them, with good reason, rebuff him.

Seema’s so furious with Barry she doesn’t even try to find him; instead, she comes to focus on her son. Her relationship with Shiva is in many ways the opposite of Barry’s: He flees a problem that can’t be solved by throwing money at it, while she refuses to give up on her boy.

Shteyngart writes with humor and empathy about Seema’s efforts and doubts: “Each time Seema saw a gaggle of teenagers sitting cross-legged, absorbed in their devices, tuned out of one another’s physicality, she wondered if the world to come would be slightly more hospitable to Shiva’s condition.” And his depiction of the relationship between the boy and his grandfather after Seema’s parents move in is simply lovely.

Barry’s journey, and Seema’s and Shiva’s, take unexpected turns. Shteyngart’s satire raises timely questions about the state of our nation; his humane story of a family offers answers.

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