Sparrow Nights
A Canadian Literature, Cultural, Fiction book. Thats the great illusion of travel, of course, the notion that theres...
An exhilarating novel of erotic and psychotic extremes from one of Canada’s best fiction writers.Everyone would agree that Darius Halloway was the most civilized of men, a professor of French literature, a connoisseur of ideas and women and wine, a perfect guest at life’s dinner party. Darius himself would have agreed, until Emma, waifish and insatiable,walks out the door, leaving her empty clothes hangers rattling in his closet.For a little while, it’s not so bad. He thinks she must come back, and other women find his melancholy quite compelling. But then the sparrows of insomnia start picking at the inside of his skull. Life’s little aggravating moments seem to require him to seek direct retaliation. Soon all his smoothness and cleverness is directed toward wreaking the most elaborate revenge… and getting away with it. Until the ultimate retaliation arises, and there he is, in the most damning of situations, with his nerves on fire and his heart in his throat…finally not thinking of Emma.From the Hardcover edition.
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So you're here by yourself?"Yes."Seems like an odd place to come by yourself."I needed to get away."Woman trouble? That's another of my father's expressions."No, actually. I poisoned my neighbor's dogs."After a moment she said, How drunk are you?"Quite."Is that true?"What?"That you poisoned your neighbors dogs."Im afraid it is."I have dogs."Well, keep them away from me. David Gilmour, Sparrow Nights // Really, how much of ones life is made up of these private incidents; how submerged one is. You know, for example, that you will recover from a broken heart, but somehow that piece of information, that factoid, never arrives at the soul or the brain or the nervous system, yes, the nervous system, where it might do some good. But if you know youre going to be all right, why then do you suffer so? To get there. To get where you know you are going to get to anyway. How pathetic, then, to feel about having arrived. I survived, you say. Yes, but what else... Thats the great illusion of travel, of course, the notion that theres somewhere to get to. A place where you can finally say, Ah, Ive arrived. (Of course there is no such place. Theres only a succession of waitings until you go home.) David Gilmour, Sparrow Nights //
It read like a wierd mix of Houellebecq, Dostoevsky, and even, oddly, a little dash of Ellis. Depressing, absurd, sometimes tiresome and predictable, especially the little pedantic moments the narrator has and despite a few minor annoyances here and there, it was a thoroughly enjoyable book. Gilmour writes well and knows his business:... I loved it but I wouldn't recommend it due to it's explicit content! :) Main character was a pompous self-serving whiner. Quit around page 100.
