The three of his novels that I own were all published when he was in his late forties and early fifties and all of them feature sexual love triangles and quadrangles. The characters are mostly what we might call leisure class; their backgrounds and last names are usually unspecified. The stories feature twentieth century technologies—cars, cameras, and ocean liners—but there is no trace of contemporary history, politics, or popular culture.
The storyline of The Blood Oranges begins like this. A childless couple, Cyril and Fiona, are spending time in a rented a villa on a hill above the sea somewhere on the Illyrian coast. The weather is mostly kind and the existence idyllic. One day five more travelers arrive in the town: Hugh, Catherine and their three daughters.
They rent a nearby villa and the two couples become friends. As they spend time together, a certain amount of sexual attraction begins to arise.
Hawkes knows this, of course. But he is creating, not representing, and this is Illyria, not Montenegro.
So even at the beginning of their story, the atmosphere is not quite as simple as it sounds. What would happen, Hawkes is asking, if the four people involved were maybe a little different from you and most of the people you know?
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What if they were like Fiona and Hugh and Catherine and Cyril, all them interesting characters who have their own peculiarities? It took me a long time to realize something that should be obvious, which is that Cyril, who is the first-person narrator of the story, has a sly but surely deliberate resemblance to the Greek god Pan. Pan was the libidinous god of rustic music, of shepherds and flocks, and of wild mountain places. His instrument is a pipe made of reeds, called today a pan flute. He says that it is a song that he sings. And what better place to find Pan than in Illyria? And if Cyril evokes Pan, might Hugh evoke Hephaestus, the lame god who is the blacksmith and forger of weapons in the Greek pantheon?
In any case, this is the kind of story Hawkes wants to tell.
The language of the book is dense and poetic, languid and beautiful. After all the panels I was broken and sopping and dragged myself back to the hotel to finish my pho, even knowing how the walk back to campus would amplify how totally rancid I was. I did it.
I found the ballroom where the speech was to be given and after the speech and her reading from Mother and Child that I was SO SO thrilled about and could have listened to her read from forever I got to speak to her and told her oh, I came all the way from Pennsylvania to see you here! Here being this once and a lifetime assemblage of brilliant and beautiful writers.
But of course this elicited a giggle and knowing shake of the head and she went "oh Kari I live in Rhode Island" which was pretty great. ALSO it was not as if I was expecting that anyone would do this but I was so pleased am so pleased to be ready for the question "have you published anything?
The one time I was asked was by Carole Maso. Oh just everybody. Tantra Bensko for being a cheerful and incredible roommate. Joanna Ruocco for the allusion to the Kari Festival a real thing that happens in Norway in her very gracious autograph. I swooned all over San Diego getting to see and sometimes speak to so many amazing writers who inspire and overwhelm me.
I had the extreme privilege of talking to Amaranth Borsuk a tiny bit outside Atkinson Hall everyone is fortunate not to have engaged in any more than a tiny bit of talk with me - I would have fallen asleep on them and I told her that as soon as two years ago maybe I thought all writers were dead or - I don't know - Susan Orlean.
Someone totally ensconced in a platinum swank job with an institutional affiliation and there was no visible struggle to me or small fervid ecstatic subculture as I was used to digging in music and art. New Work.
Death, Sleep & the Traveler book. Read 17 reviews from the world's largest community for readers. The author of seven full-length novels, several plays. Death, Sleep & The Traveler is about a middle-aged Dutchman, his dissolving marriage, his involvement in two sexual triangles, his obsession with the murder .