John Rechy is the author of seventeen books, including City of Night, the New York Times bestseller Numbers, and the Los Angeles Times bestsellers Rushes and The Coming of the Night. He has received several lifetime achievement awards, including from PEN Center USA, William Whitehead Foundation, University of California at Riverside, and the University of California at Santa Barbara’s Luis Leal Award for Distinction in Chicano/Latino Literature. The author lives in Los Angeles.
After the Blue Hour
by John Rechy
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ISBN-13:
9780802189332
- Publisher: Grove/Atlantic, Inc.
- Publication date: 02/07/2017
- Sold by: Barnes & Noble
- Format: eBook
- Pages: 224
- Sales rank: 232,336
- File size: 2 MB
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John Rechy’s first novel, City of Night, an international bestseller, is considered a modern classic. Subsequent work asserts his place among America’s most important writers. The author’s most daring work, After the Blue Hour is narrated by a twenty-four-year-old writer named John Rechy. Fleeing a turbulent life in Los Angeles, he accepts an invitation to a private island from an admirer of his work. There, he joins Paul, his imposing host in his late thirties, his beautiful mistress, and his precocious teenage son. Browsing Paul’s library and conversing together on the deck about literature and film during the spell of evening’s blue hour,” John feels surcease, until, with unabashed candor, Paul shares intimate details of his life. Through cunning seductive charm, he married and divorced an ambassador’s daughter and the heiress to a vast fortune. Avoiding identifying his son’s mother, he reveals an affinity for erotic dangerous games.” With intimations of past decadence and menace, an abandoned island nearby arouses tense fascination over the group. As games” veer toward violence, secrets surface in startling twists and turns. Explosive confrontation becomes inevitable.
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Rechy’s (City of Night) latest is tense metafiction, pungent with desire and emotional cruelty. Its narrator—a writer named John Rechy—accepts an invitation from Paul Wagner, a fan of his transgressive fiction, to leave Los Angeles in 1960 for a summer on Paul’s private (and suggestively described) “inland island.” Almost immediately John becomes caught up in games played by Paul; his petulant teenage son, Stanty; and Paul’s mistress, Sonya, as Paul seeks to validate his own peculiar appetites with regard to the sexual encounters chronicled in John’s fiction. Early in the course of the group’s interactions, John senses “a benign surface over an undercurrent... a current that was gathering pressure,” and the eruption of that pressure is foreordained in the book’s title, which refers to that brief moment when daylight gives way to night and “everything reveals itself as it is.” Rechy’s prose is lean and sinewy, and he adds an element of intrigue to the novel by having John, in his role as a character who is writing up his experiences on the island, reproduce passages of the text that end abruptly when they begin to veer into territory outside the bounds of the novel as Rechy has written it. The novel is unflinching in its candor even as its events have a tantalizing aura of mystery. (Feb.)
“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
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.