John Hawkes, born John Clendennin Talbot Burne Hawkes, Jr., was a postmodern American novelist, known for the intensity of his work, which suspended the traditional constraints of the narrative.
Born in Stamford, Connecticut, and educated at Harvard University, Hawkes taught at Brown University for thirty years. Although he published his first novel, The Cannibal, in 1949, it was The Lime Twig (1961) that first won him acclaim. Later, however, his second novel, The Beetle Leg, an intensely surrealistic western set in a Montana landscape that T. S. Eliot might have conjured, came to be viewed by many critics as one of the landmark novels of 20th Century American literature.
Equestrian eroticism published much later in Hawkes catalog that I would have imagined. Kind of a clusterfuck.
It’s like that scene in Freddy Got Fingered where Tom Green stops his car to watch two horses fucking while eating a sandwhich like a savage.
Well, not exactly like that.
Hawkes attempts to depict innocence and horses again, but if you want it done much better, I recommend The Passion Artist. It is much easier to find and costs a lot less.
One of those books I’m not sure why I read, and didn’t need to, but glad I did anyway. The Deauville family retracing its blue blood to France, where there are specters of incest and bestiality rendered in manly, at times laborious prose. Some flourishes of style but it all felt a little too sketchy, without a climax worth reading toward—horses fucking after all. But horses fucking as a familial spectacle must be worth something.
Not sure if Hawkes was going for some kind of tongue-in-cheek pastiche here, but everything about it is bland and trite. A genteel young boy loses his innocence as the veneer of his esteemed family peels away. Yawn.