Andrew DavidsonPublisher: Random House
in North America; Canongate Books
in the UKPublication Date:
$32.95 CAD, $25.95 USD, £7.99 GBPStatus:
neutral. I added this after 1 Jan.The Book's Official WebsiteLibraryThing InfoAmazon Info
I'm sure you've all heard of THE GARGOYLE. Random House paid Andrew Davidson a $2 million advance for it... and it has tanked
. It's done reasonably well here in Canada, but Americans just aren't biting. The publishers are stymied.
Me, I'm wondering if it has anything to do with the jacket copy. I'm not too fond of jacket copy at the best of times, but this baby's got a particularly bad first sentence:
The narrator of The Gargoyle is a very contemporary cynic, physically beautiful and sexually adept, who dwells in the moral vacuum that is modern life.
If I'd picked this up in a bookstore, I'd probably have put it right back down. I mean, yes
, copy tends to be corny. (That's one of the reasons I have so much trouble summarizing things. Plot summaries are essentially copy, and I don't want to get sucked into the moral vacuum that is modern corniness). But seriously? "The moral vacuum that is modern life?" Who okayed this?
I can't bring myself to even attempt a fancy summary, given my own reaction to the jacket copy, so I'll just tell you straight out what it's about. (You probably know already. THE GARGOYLE may be tiny in the world at large, but it's big in the blogosphere). A pornographer is in a rogalian car accident that leaves him badly burnt. While he's in the hospital, he meets a woman who claims that the two of them were lovers in medieval Germany. She starts to tell him their story. The book proceeds from there.
It's a shame it hasn't caught on, really, because the book is very good. (The author's also a local, from where I stand. Horray for Manitobans who make good!) The prose is sometimes a tad purple, but it fits with the narrator's voice. This is a decidedly Gothic novel, my dears.
Most reviews seem to emphasize what a sleezebag the dude is. (He's never named, by the way. Davidson sometimes resorts to rather elaborate measures to ensure that his name won't enter into things). And you know what? He is
a sleezebag. He's an addict. He makes a living by writing, directing and acting in pornos. His main hobby is seducing regular (read: non-porn star) women. He spends much of his time in the burn ward lamenting his lost beauty and planning an elaborate suicide. He lashes out at anyone who tries to help him.
But you know what else? He's also personable and easy to like. He writes from the heart. He's frank about what he's done and how it's affected him. He goes to great lengths to tell us how cynical he is, but I got the impression that he was mostly trying to convince himself. He's not nearly as bad as he wants you to think he is. And deny it though he might, he really does grow as a person as the book roles along.
The supporting characters are also pretty durned interesting. Nan, Gregor and Sayuri each begin as caricatures, because that's how the cynical, world-hating narrator wants to see them. As he grows to know them, though, they become real people with their own pressing concerns. I loved all the little ways the narrator pushed and prodded them.
And Marianne, his seven-hundred-year-old lover, is a treat from the very beginning. She's a fascinating character. Is she mad? Is she really seven hundred years old? The narrator says no, but his story tells us that he's not so sure himself. Marianne herself tells her story with absolute conviction. She never wavers, even when faced with doubt from all sides. She's also responsible for all the historical stories woven in and around the narrator's own tale. She tells them the story of their life together, of course, but she also shares love stories featuring some of her friends - said friends being Italian, English, Japanese and Icelandic ghosts. The three storylines - the narrator's experiences, the historical love stories and Marianne's reminiscences - blend together very nicely. I was simultaneously sad when one storyline left off and pleased because I got to return to another.
I also appreciated the context here. Davidson has a concrete context for the book, and the narrator's approach reflects this. Y'all know I'm
rather particular about context. I always appreciate authors who take it into account.
I definitely recommend this. I didn't find it as OMG AMAZING as most of the blogosphere, but I had a wonderful time with it. I think you will, too. Ignore the ghastly copy and trundle on over to your local bookshop. (Or fire up your Amazon. Whatever works for you). Help Andrew Davidson earn back that massive advance.
3.5 starsStrange Asides:
I do have one pathetic little quibble with the book: the narrator always always always refers to Marianne by her full name. It's Marianne Engel this and Marianne Engel that. I think he calls her just Marianne maybe twice, both times in conversation. This annoyed the bloody fuck out of me.
Full names are so very stereotypical high school:
"Ohmigawd, did you see
what Jenny Tarvin was wearing yesterday?"
"I know, it was so totally last week. Did Sarah Neville text you last night?"
"Omigawd, she was totally on about David Stephens and his rock hard abs."
"Sarah Neville is soooooo right. Seriously, every time David Stephens looks at me, I feel like I'm gonna pass out. Seriously."
I'm sure Davidson did it to make some deep, meaningful point, but it didn't fly for me.Challenge Stuff:999 Challenge
- I'm counting this as one of my Miscellaneous Fiction reads.Chunkster Challenge
- I've already completed the challenge, in the strictest sense, but I figure I'll keep going. I want to beat my rather pathetic (for me) total of twenty-four from last year. Many of the chunksters I read are inadmissible for the challenge, being either YA or short fiction collections, but I read plenty of long novels, too. I want to tally 'em all up.Other Reviews:A Novel MenagerieBermudaonion's Weblogbook-a-ramaThe Book Lady's BlogBooks For Breakfast - Book Reviews With A TwistBooks On the BrainBooksPleaseDevourer of BooksFyrefly's Book BlogIn the Shadow of Mt. TBRLiterarilyThe Literate Housewife ReviewMedieval BookwormMuse Book ReviewsMy Journey Through ReadingReading MattersSadie-Jean's Book BlogShhh I'm ReadingSo Many Precious Books, So Little TimeTripping Towards Lucidity: Estella's RevengeThe Written World
I know I've missed some. If yours was one of them, please let me know so I can link to it.