Geoffrey Firmin
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28.A Theatre For Dreamers by Polly Samson
Summer 1960 the Greek Island of Hydra. The bohemian expat colony of writers and painters focused upon Charmain Cliff and George Johnson. Into this emotional cauldron wanders Erica her boyfriend her brother and assorted female artists who spend most of the time getting pissed and **********, except Erica who aside from being the muse and sex puppet to young writer Jimmy spends a lot of her time in tears due to the recent death of her mother. Charmain takers her under her wing as she was friends with her mother and introduces her to The Second Sex and generally watches out for her.
Summer. Live. Work.Play.Beach.Descriptions of water based on variations of blue. Night. Alcohol to excess. Sex. More alcohol. Tears before bedtime. An interesting cast of supporting characters including Leonard Cohen who is writing his first book.
When this book came out it received a number of gushing reviews. I enjoyed its well written but I have to question why. Maybe bourgerious fascination with the creative life and its self induced suffering?
Summer 1960 the Greek Island of Hydra. The bohemian expat colony of writers and painters focused upon Charmain Cliff and George Johnson. Into this emotional cauldron wanders Erica her boyfriend her brother and assorted female artists who spend most of the time getting pissed and **********, except Erica who aside from being the muse and sex puppet to young writer Jimmy spends a lot of her time in tears due to the recent death of her mother. Charmain takers her under her wing as she was friends with her mother and introduces her to The Second Sex and generally watches out for her.
Summer. Live. Work.Play.Beach.Descriptions of water based on variations of blue. Night. Alcohol to excess. Sex. More alcohol. Tears before bedtime. An interesting cast of supporting characters including Leonard Cohen who is writing his first book.
When this book came out it received a number of gushing reviews. I enjoyed its well written but I have to question why. Maybe bourgerious fascination with the creative life and its self induced suffering?