2017-02-06
Novelist Rechy, still best known for his 1963 debut, City of Night, returns with a steamy tale that, had it appeared then, might well have been banned.Rechy's 2008 book, About My Life and the Kept Woman, was subtitled "An Autobiographical Memoir," which seems rather oddly redundant. His latest is subtitled "A True Fiction," by which we might assume that the facts are more or less factual while some of the names have been changed to protect the—well, the anything but innocent. The narrator, a young man who just happens to be named John Rechy, is summoned to the coast for an island retreat with a wealthy patron who has read and admired Rechy's work. "When I read your stories," says the mysteriously wealthy Paul, "I felt—I know what it's like to live by one's wits. That's how I've lived my life, my adult life." Throw the emphasis on "adult," and wits hardly enter into the picture, though con games, spectacles of domination, and violations of various laws of the day certainly figure prominently; though decidedly literary, there are plenty of moments where Rechy's recountings turn from PG into hard X, with rompings and barkings that wouldn't be out of place in a Frank Harris fan's hidden-from-the-kids bookshelf. Paul is infinitely curious and demanding as well as being a touch more perceptive about some things than the less worldly John Rechy: when discussing the ways and wherefores of the male hustler, for instance, he intones that the real business at hand is power: "Power, of course, man, sexual power. You wanted power over willing victims." The sensitive reader will note that power is the currency here, but just how willing some of the victims are is a topic for discussion, at least in the spaces between every possible variation on human coupling. Grown-up stuff, with a kind of Gatsby-by-way-of-Henry James subplot. Beautifully written but surely not for the faint of heart.
Praise for After the Blue Hour:
Winner of the Lambda Literary Award for Best Gay Fiction
“Rechy’s art has always been about power in various incarnations: the power of class and race, of the body and the intellectual . . . He continues to write with such elegance and lyricism, descending into raw scenes of human longing and violence . . . His language remains lapidary and hypnotic, never fading in its own control.”—Susan Straight, Los Angeles Times
“John Rechy is as bold as ever. When Gore Vidal said that Rechy was ‘one of the few original American writers of the last century,’ he was right. There’s no other writer like him, and with the publication of After the Blue Hour, he shows no signs of letting up.”—Ken Harvey, Lambda Literary
“A taut meditation on what it means to represent and to write, to read and to be read. After the Blue Hour is a beach read for those who prefer to thumb Genet rather than Grisham on the deckside chaise.”—Eric Newman, Los Angeles Review of Books
“Shocking, erotic, and suspenseful . . . His fiction is as provocative and electric as ever. Rechy has explored the intersection of identity, sexual yearning, and morality throughout his career, but never with the clarity he exhibits in After the Blue Hour.”—Jonathan Parks-Ramage, OUT Magazine
“Rechy’s gift for storytelling and erotic embellishment shows no signs of wear-and-tear . . . Mysterious, intriguing, and brashly amatory, Rechy’s take on gamesmanship, power, domination, and deception is a welcome return to form for the author and a wild ride indeed.” —Jim Piechota, The Bay Area Reporter
“Tense metafiction, pungent with desire and emotional cruelty . . . Rechy’s prose is lean and sinewy . . . The novel is unflinching in its candor even as its events have a tantalizing aura of mystery.”—Publishers Weekly
“A steamy tale . . . with a kind of Gatsby-by-way-of-Henry James subplot. Beautifully written.”—Kirkus Reviews