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Gerald's Party review Õ 7 ✓ [Read] ➲ Gerald's Party By Robert Coover – Feedmarkformulate.co.uk Robert Coover's wicked and surreally comic novel takes place at a chilling ribald and absolutely fascinating party Amid the drunken guests a woman turns up murdered on the living room floor Around the Robert Coover's wicked and surreally comic noM floor Around the corpse one of several the evening produces Gerald's party goes on a chatter of voices names faces overheard gags rounds of storytelling and a mounting curve of de. This is the sort of book people write drooling dribbling cock tugging theses about—the multifariousness of its structure and tropes and voices is denser than a chocolate and toffee car park cake a cake the size of an actual car park I toggled between three and four stars because I was with then not with then with then not with the novel about nine times per page lapsing from amusement into rage from rage into arousal from arousal into boredom from boredom into amazement from amazement into suicidal thoughts and on and on The US edition has a cover showing a Roman bacchanalia—this is apposite a whetter than “dinner party from hell” unless taken literally or nihilistic postmodern romp though both those elements are dominant Basically Ros is a slutty actress who is found dead at a dinner party which is happening in a house somewhere and some characters respond normally wailing and such while others behave like psychotics perverts unhinged nutballs and bad comedians and abuse her corpse with emphasis on the crotch Gerald spends his time wiping arses placating his ill placed son and trying to screw Alison while a range of drunken voices twit around him and pull the narrative over here over here over here and over here then back here then over here then oh look someone’s been shot in the head oh well better have sex with this teenage whore and get stuck in her vagina then over here then over here into a marsh of tagless dialogue running for twenty pages or so then into another farcical sex scene of uestionable morality I think I started out trying to praise this novel Well don’t read it unless you’re familiar with plotless formless hardcore PoMo antinovels that demand dissection Otherwise the comedic set pieces and exhausting pace the blurred distinction between theatre and reality truth and exaggeration all interesting nooks of interest for the avant garde bookman

Gerald's PartyM floor Around the corpse one of several the evening produces Gerald's party goes on a chatter of voices names faces overheard gags rounds of storytelling and a mounting curve of de. This is the sort of book people write drooling dribbling cock tugging theses about—the multifariousness of its structure and tropes and voices is denser than a chocolate and toffee car park cake a cake the size of an actual car park I toggled between three and four stars because I was with then not with then with then not with the novel about nine times per page lapsing from amusement into rage from rage into arousal from arousal into boredom from boredom into amazement from amazement into suicidal thoughts and on and on The US edition has a cover showing a Roman bacchanalia—this is apposite a whetter than “dinner party from hell” unless taken literally or nihilistic postmodern romp though both those elements are dominant Basically Ros is a slutty actress who is found dead at a dinner party which is happening in a house somewhere and some characters respond normally wailing and such while others behave like psychotics perverts unhinged nutballs and bad comedians and abuse her corpse with emphasis on the crotch Gerald spends his time wiping arses placating his ill placed son and trying to screw Alison while a range of drunken voices twit around him and pull the narrative over here over here over here and over here then back here then over here then oh look someone’s been shot in the head oh well better have sex with this teenage whore and get stuck in her vagina then over here then over here into a marsh of tagless dialogue running for twenty pages or so then into another farcical sex scene of uestionable morality I think I started out trying to praise this novel Well don’t read it unless you’re familiar with plotless formless hardcore PoMo antinovels that demand dissection Otherwise the comedic set pieces and exhausting pace the blurred distinction between theatre and reality truth and exaggeration all interesting nooks of interest for the avant garde bookman

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Gerald's Party Ù Robert Coover's wicked and surreally comic novel takes place at a chilling ribald and absolutely fascinating party Amid the drunken guests a woman turns up murdered on the living roo. Playing MonstersAs with life the purpose of the party is unclear A celebration A recurrent fixture The start or finish of something The narrative starts without context So the point seems to be the revelation of the character of the party goers of which there are many A genealogical chart would certainly have helped to relieve a relationship complexity worthy of TolstoyEvents in the party pass very uickly from trivial chit chat to the far serious matters of sex and death The apparently much used and abused body of young Ros is discovered lying just below the level of conversation Police are summoned who while conducting a somewhat bizarre investigation beat Ros’s hysterical husband to death with crouet mallets Meanwhile the party re gains lost momentum Drinks are distributed canapés prepared and served splattered blood from Ros’s wound washed wiped and laundered Vignettes of the various flirtations copulations and other sexual adventures throughout the house are described in detail I’m guessing there is a large metaphor lurking just beyond my conceptual reach Perhaps this party is the world for Coover with all its damaged inhabitants Or is Ros a sort of goddess of language passed around and exploited mercilessly Time puts in an appearance as a sort of running joke The incompetence of the police team suggests a criticism of the institutional establishment of society Or is it that Coover wants to shake the reader Into “the restless paralysis that always attends any affront to habit” “We’ve been playing monsters”the eponymous Gerald says to his young son at one point in order to explain his disheveled appearance And that seems to me the key to the book People are or less monsters This only becomes clear when you get to see them drunk and in large groups In vino veritas indeed Or is it just too sophisticated for my rustic temperament review Ò eBook, PDF or Kindle ePUB × Robert Coover

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Robert Coover × 7 characters Sire What Coover has in store for his guests besides an evening gone mad is part murder mystery part British parlor drama and part sly and dazzling meditation on time theater and love. The home and a perfectly ordinary social occasion or is it become an increasingly dire nightmare kicked off by a murder escalated by ordinary party mechanics turned ever desperate and unreal Coover's novel is one of those post modern oddities that is arguably so extreme in formatting as to be much realer than realism Here by concerning itself with every member of the party there must be 50 or named characters here and and Coover seems to know them all well their motives their personalities their uirks their hidden backstories How actually far unreal are those party scenes that manage to confine themselves to a single conversation when as here any moment in such a crowd must necessarily be the interleaving of dozens of narratives and conversations Altman got this too So does the fact that the people remain so wrapped up in themselves in spite of everything happening really make this unrealistic given its extreme arguable naturalism Well yes and no The increasing sensation of simulacra as the party is overrun by actors as it progresses eventually cuts off my ability to connect with the characters not so in the beginning but then my favorite party guest wound up dead making this run towards strain and tedium at pointsAnd yet There's a lot here the works exceedingly well The the way in which Coover constrains this to one house one party for 300 pages is pretty amazing I love the claustrophobia the way the characters and house unfold room by room sub scenario by sub scenario utilizing the full semantics of lived space Or well most of it There's always I want done in this area We never actually make it to one extremely relevant household space for instance though Coover is knowingly withholding it suggestion here powerful presumably Plus the sort of real time unfolding though time is also completely destabilized After the crime is discovered the police collect the watches cutting everyone off from the chronology a sensation emphasized perfectly by the complete lack of page numbers It's brilliant form as function without a bookmark in this swirl of drawn out and intercut interactions I'd be as lost as the charactersOn the other hand Coover is of that era of post war modernists and postmodernists who knew that sex was the grand unifier that would give blood to intellectual construction Sometimes at the expense of well considered gender politics As such Robert Spanking the Maid Coover often wears a satyr's horns undercutting the deep sadness that arguably lies beneath this novel with a flippant sometimes problematic eroticism It's a pose of a kind and he clearly has a great deal of empathy for his characters at other times but still it can frustrate At the same time it works Here this otherwise possibly unendurable exercise really does directly take on life and narrative momentum from its narrator's uest between twin poles of sex and death At least until as mentioned that other main theme and great artifice theater overwhelms the action