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Behind the Book
Reading Series When: Thursday, March 9, 2006, from 7:00-9:00pm RSVP (Optional) to readingseries@behindthebook.org.
For Wake Up, Sir! Alan Blair is a ne’er-do-well New Jerseyite who has failed to follow
his first novel, ‘I Pity I,’ published seven years ago, with
a second. At thirty, he’s alcoholic, afraid of confronting the bellicose
uncle with whom he lives, and would be penniless but for an accident
settlement. His most treasured possessions are a collection of dubious
sports coats and a valet, who just happens to be named Jeeves. As you’d
expect, Jeeves is circumspect, judicious, and ready at hand; what he
may not be is real. Ames’s inventive romp follows its hero into very
un-Wodehousian territory—an artists’ colony in upstate New York (based,
in withering detail, on Yaddo), where the action revolves around art,
sex, and larceny. But Jeeves remains faithful throughout; no amount
of bad behavior can wring from him a sterner rejoinder than ‘Very strange,
sir.’ In this bow to P.G. Wodehouse, Ames (The Extra Man) creates
Alan Blair, a dapper, 30-year-old Jewish alcoholic novelist who's acquired
‘independent means’ in a recent insurance settlement. As befits a man
of his station, he hires a personal valet named Jeeves. Not so befitting
is his current living situation: he rooms with his aunt and uncle in
Montclair, NJ, but they boot him out when he won't return to rehab.
No matter; Alan has been accepted to an artists' colony in Saratoga
Springs, NY (a lunatic asylum in disguise?). Despite his good intentions,
Alan can't stay out of trouble, but Jeeves-always respectfully correct-is
there to serve up advice. As no one else in the story acknowledges the
valet, the reader wonders whether he exists outside Alan's mind. Ames's
fourth novel strings readers along in a madcap adventure complete with
a lively and varied set of characters. There is something for everyone
here. For The Extra Man Jonathan Ames has always been one of my favorite contemporary writers,
both for his limpid and elegant Lost Generation prose style and for
his utterly fearless commitment to the most demanding psychosexual comedies.
The Extra Man extends his accomplishments considerably. This
is one of the most charming and alarming books of recent years. The Extra Man is effervescently funny and stealthily heartbreaking.
It’s also an extraordinary humane book that only Jonathan Ames could
have written, and I can think of few other novels that, scene by scene,
character by character, phrase by phrase, offer such intense, affecting
pleasure. Louis Ives now joins the pantheon of my most beloved characters.
The Extra Man wins us over with its sheer energy and good
will, its confidence in the ability of its own humor and intelligence
to widen our ideas about the possibilities of love. [A] sure-footed exploration of sexual confusion and a . . .surprisingly moving urban comedy of manners. . . .Louis may feel as awkward as Milton Berle in drag but inside he's really Fred Astaire — he just doesn't know it yet.
For My Less than Secret Life For What's Not to Love? Ames's prose is graceful...Like any good (albeit shticky) performer—Allen, Seinfeld, and a thousand Catskills comedians before them—Ames openly provokes the reader to have fun at his own expense...If you can handle this kind of intimacy with Jonathan Ames, you'll also find that he can be a pleasure, even through the stomach pain.
For I Pass Like Night An authentic voice of youthful suffering. Mr. Ames's antisocial young hero comes through as a cross between Jean Genet and Holden Caulfield in the age of AIDS. The style is the real achievement: strong, clean, and poker-faced.
Cinematic in its short, graphic takes, chilling in its authority....A disturbing and often funny portrait of a man without illusions….a striking debut.
These quite marvelous and darkly hilarious personal essays derive their power from a shameless honesty, often about the most shameful moments, which suddenly reveal a luminous upside in the author's comic retelling.
Not since I first read Joseph Mitchell have I felt so vividly and beautifully transported to the streets of New York. Thomas Beller is a chronicler of his own life but also of the life of the city, and there's a quality of unbridled curiosity to his work which make his essays shimmer with comedy and insight and exuberance. I absolutely loved this book.
The best sections of his book…call to mind Raymond Carver in their clarity of language and subdued emotion. A fine collection of essays that will resonate with many.
A supremely enjoyable collection of essays written in clear, often very funny prose.
For The Sleep-Over Artist A frank, likeable book with an appealing central character.
Beller is a master of the profound and fatal flaw... poetry is everywhere.
Smart and funny. Beller has an admirable eye for detail, and a cutting observational wit.
Featuring a New York that, like Kundera's Prague, is a vast hive of seductions and betrayals, Beller's carefully crafted debut novel charts the coming-of-age of Alex Fader....Beller has the true novelist's knack for weaving together the disparate threads of postmodern urban existence into convincing studies of character. The vignettes of Alex's life coalesce into a moving portrait of a young man intuitively seeking a place he can call home.
In these tales of a young man growing up to encounter the confusions
of modern masculinity, Thomas Beller has created a witty, observant
and often very poignant bildungsroman for our time. Fresh, sophisticated
and most of all utterly readable, The Sleep-Over Artist strikes
a perfect balance between timely ironies and perennial emotional truths.
For Seduction Theory: Stories ‘Happiness is a solid and joy a liquid,’ quotes Beller from Salinger in the epigraph to this first collection, aptly setting the tone for 10 tales that shimmer with hope and a youthful, if somewhat callow, jouissance. Seldom is New York City as gentle a setting as in these tender, acutely observed stories of courtship, love and youthful rites of passage.
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