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Since his first collection of stories, Descent of Man, appeared in 1979, T.C. Boyle has become an acknowledged master of the form who has transformed the nature of short fiction in our time. Among the fourteen tales in his seventh collection are the comic yet lyrical title story, in which a young man wins a vicious African cat in a bar bet; "Dogology," about a suburban woman losing her identity to a pack of strays; and "The Kind Assassin," which explores the consequences of a radio shock jock's quest to set a world record for sleeplessness. Muscular, provocative, and blurring the boundaries between humans and nature, the funny and the shocking, Tooth and Claw is Boyle at his best. BACKCOVER: "A dazzling new collection from a writer of "roaring intelligence and a curiosity that has led him to develop a masterly range of subjects and locales"
-Annie Proulx, The Washington Post
"In T.C. Boyle's fierce, funny new collection, men are fools, women hold the sexual cards, and nature is full of surprises, few of them pleasant."
-Entertainment Weekly
Inside Tooth and Claw are Boyle's trademark taut writing, immediate intimacy, vivid language, and meaty words and phrases including "liver muggies," "foude" and "testudineous." Cherish the writer who stretches your mind a little. These characters speak and tell their stories in the slouchy dialogue we all use, their girlfriends throw them out, they confront one another, break up and throw up, they shriek, their flesh prickles, they slip, sink, fall, they brush lips with death, but somehow most escape the deep kiss.
More Reviews and RecommendationsSince the 1980s, T. Coraghessan Boyle has been challenging readers with a smart, surreal style that manages to satirize America's past, present and future all at once. As Barbara Kingsolver wrote of him, "What Boyle does, and does well, is lay on the line our national cult of hypocrisy."
More About the Author
Name:
T. C. Boyle
Also Known As:
Thomas John Boyle; T. Coraghessan Boyle
Current Home:
Santa Barbara California
Date of Birth:
December 02, 1948
Place of Birth:
Peekskill, New York
Education:
B.A. in music, State University of New York at Potsdam, 1970; Ph.D. in literature, Iowa University, 1977
Awards:
PEN/Faulkner Award, best novel of the year for World's End, 1988; several O. Henry awards for short stories; Guggenheim Fellowship, 1988
In the interest of time and space, it might be easier to note the writers that T. C. Boyle isn't compared to. But let's give the reverse a try: Donald Barthelme, John Barth, Thomas Pynchon, Evelyn Waugh, Franz Kafka, James Joyce, Kingsley Amis, Thomas Berger, Robert Coover, Lorrie Moore, Stanley Elkin, Tom Robbins, Tom Wolfe, Hunter S. Thompson, Don DeLillo, Flannery O'Connor.
Oh, let's not forget F. Lee Bailey. And Dr. Seuss.
Boyle, widely admired for his acrobatic verbal skill, wild narratives and quirky characters (in one short story, he imagines a love affair between Dwight Eisenhower and Nikita Khrushchev's wife), has dazzled critics since his first novel in 1981.
Consider this example, from Larry McCaffery in a 1985 article for The New York Times: "Beneath its surface play, erudition and sheer storytelling power, his fiction also presents a disturbing and convincing critique of an American society so jaded with sensationalized images and plasticized excess that nothing stirs its spirit anymore.... It is into this world that Mr. Boyle projects his heroes, who are typically lusty, exuberant dreamers whose wildly inflated ambitions lead them into a series of hilarious, often disastrous adventures."
But as much as critics will bow at his linguistic gifts, some also knock him for resting on them a bit too heavily, hinting that the impressive showmanship attempts to hide a shortage of depth and substance.
Craig Seligman, writing in The New Republic in 1993, pointed out that "Boyle loves a mess. He loves chaos. He loves marshes and jungles, and he loves the jungle of language: luxuriant sentences overgrown with lianas of lists, sesquipedalian words hanging down like rare fruits. For all its exoticism, though, his prose is lucid to the point of transparency. It doesn't require much deeper concentration than a good newspaper (though it does require a dictionary)."
Reviewing The Tortilla Curtain in 1995, New York Times critic Scott Spencer scratched his head over why Boyle had invited readers along for this particular ride: "Mr. Boyle's fictional strategy is puzzling. Why are we being asked to follow the fates of characters for whom he clearly feels such contempt? Not surprisingly, this is ultimately off-putting. Perhaps Mr. Boyle has received too much praise for his zany sense of humor; in this book, that wit often seems merely a maddening volley of cheap shots. It's like living next door to a gun nut who spends all day and half the night shooting at beer bottles."
Growing up, Boyle had no aspirations to be a writer. It wasn't until his studies at State University of New York, where he as a music student, that he bumped into his muse. "I went there to be a music major but found I really couldn't hack that at the age of 17," he told The Writer in 1999. "I just started to read outside my classes -- literature and history. I wound up being a history and English major; when I wandered into a creative writing class as a junior, I realized that writing was what I could do."
He then started teaching, in part to avoid getting drafted into the Vietnam War, and later applied to the University of Iowa Writer's Workshop.
After a collection of short stories in 1979, he released his first novel, Water Music, called "pitiless and brilliant" by The New Republic, and has shuttled back and forth between novels and short stories, all known for their explosions of character imagination. Mr. Boyle's literary sensibility ... thrives on excess, profusion, pushing past the limits of good taste to comic extremes," McCaffery wrote in his 1985 New York Times piece. "He is a master of rendering the grotesque details of the rot, decay and sleaze of a society up to its ears in K Mart oil cans, Kitty Litter and the rusted skeletons of abandoned cars and refrigerators."
In his review of Drop City, the 2003 novel set in California commune that won Boyle a National Book Award nomination, Dwight Garner joins the chorus of critical acclaim over the years – "Boyle has always been a fiendishly talented writer" – but he also acknowledges some of the criticism that Boyle has faced in these same years.
"The rap against Boyle's work has long been that he's a sort of madcap predator drone, raining down hard nuggets of contempt, sarcasm and bitter humor on the poor men and women in his books while rarely giving us characters we're actually persuaded to feel anything about," he wrote. "This is partly a bum rap -- and I'd hate to knock contempt, sarcasm and bitter humor -- but there's enough truth in it that it's a joy to find, in Drop City that Boyle gives us a lot more than simply a line of bong-addled innocents led to slaughter."
But perhaps the neatest summary of Boyle's work would be from Lorrie Moore, one of the novelists to which he has been compared. In a 1994 New York Times review of Boyle's short story collection Without a Hero, she praised Boyle's "astonishing and characteristic verve, his unaverted gaze, his fascination with everything lunatic and queasy."
"God knows, Mr. Boyle can write like an angel," she continues later, "if at times a caustic, gum-chewing one. And in this strong, varied collection maybe we have what we'd hope to find in heaven itself (by the time we begged our way there): no lessening of brilliance, plus a couple of laughs to mitigate all that high and distant sighing over what goes on below."
Boyle changed his middle name from John to Coraghessan (pronounced "kuh-RAGG-issun") when he was 17.
He is known almost as much for his ego as his writing. "Each book I put out, I think, 'Goodbye, Updike and Mailer, forget it," The New Republic quoted him as saying. "I joke at Viking that I'm going to make them forget the name of Stephen King forever, I'm going to sell so many copies.
Boyle's philosophy on reading and writing, as told to The Writer: "Good literature is a living, brilliant, great thing that speaks to you on an individual and personal level. You're the reader. I think the essence of it is telling a story. It's entertainment. It's not something to be taught in a classroom, necessarily. To be alive and be good, it has to be a good story that grabs you by the nose and doesn't let you go till The End."
You have been called "America's most imaginative contemporary novelist." Who would you consider a few of America's best contemporary writers?
Mary Gaitskill, Richard Ford, Ellen Gilchrist, Denis Johnson, Louise Erdrich, Don DeLillo, and 6,000 others I can't think of right now because of the senile dementia afflicting me as I approach 50.
How do you like living in sunny southern California?
In an early song, Jim Morrison said, "The West is the best." He was right. I am now living in the garden paradise of the earth, just down the street from where Stanley McCormick lived out his sad life. I enjoy the scenery he did, minus the hellish schizophrenic visions. Plus, living here enables me to torment all my friends on the East Coast right about this time of year [January]. Our local newspaper features the weather for the next five days by means of a symbolic sun. If it's cloudy, the sun is partially obscured, if it rains, we see tiny droplets, etc. Well, I wait for a week like this one, with five little unobscured bright and beatific suns, and then I clip out the entire feature, replete with temperature (70 degrees or so) and mail it to my dear friends in the refrigerated regions.
Who would you consider your literary influences?
My literary influences are legion. Among the many (and most obvious): Flannery O'Connor, Thomas Pynchon, Gunter Grass, Samuel Beckett, Robert Coover, Donald Barthelme, John Barth, Charles Dickens, Gabriel García Márquez, Jorge Luis Borges, Julio Cortazar, Kurt Vonnegut, John Dos Passos, John Steinbeck, Ernest Hemingway, Raymond Carver, and many, many others.
Okay, let us have it: What's the secret to keeping romance alive?
A positive attitude toward life. And, of course, it helps to be a vegetarian.
Since his first collection of stories, Descent of Man, appeared in 1979, T.C. Boyle has become an acknowledged master of the form who has transformed the nature of short fiction in our time. Among the fourteen tales in his seventh collection are the comic yet lyrical title story, in which a young man wins a vicious African cat in a bar bet; "Dogology," about a suburban woman losing her identity to a pack of strays; and "The Kind Assassin," which explores the consequences of a radio shock jock's quest to set a world record for sleeplessness. Muscular, provocative, and blurring the boundaries between humans and nature, the funny and the shocking, Tooth and Claw is Boyle at his best. BACKCOVER: "A dazzling new collection from a writer of "roaring intelligence and a curiosity that has led him to develop a masterly range of subjects and locales"
-Annie Proulx, The Washington Post
"In T.C. Boyle's fierce, funny new collection, men are fools, women hold the sexual cards, and nature is full of surprises, few of them pleasant."
-Entertainment Weekly
Inside Tooth and Claw are Boyle's trademark taut writing, immediate intimacy, vivid language, and meaty words and phrases including "liver muggies," "foude" and "testudineous." Cherish the writer who stretches your mind a little. These characters speak and tell their stories in the slouchy dialogue we all use, their girlfriends throw them out, they confront one another, break up and throw up, they shriek, their flesh prickles, they slip, sink, fall, they brush lips with death, but somehow most escape the deep kiss.
… Boyle provides ample delights -- a robust sense of place, crackerjack dialogue, real stories -- on the way to his expected endings. He often works in a comic mode with roots in Mark Twain's tall tales; a number of these stories have the endearing air of being related from a bar stool (and many of them have scenes in bars). A handful are written in a more respectable, less plotted style, and these deal, of course, with grief, an emotion that has become something of a fetish in today's literary fiction. Yet even these tonier outings have solid narrative backbones.
The threat of imminent demise-whether self-inflicted or from an ungentle Mother Nature-hovers in Boyle's seventh collection (after the novel The Inner Circle). Ravenous alligators make a memorable cameo in "Jubilation," in which a divorced man seeking community and stability moves into a "model" town erected in a Florida theme park (think Disney's Celebration), only to find that benign surfaces conceal dangerous depths. This theme of civilization versus wilderness also underpins the weird and wonderful "Dogology," in which a young woman's frustration with the accoutrements of the human world compels her to run-on all fours-with a pack of neighborhood dogs. "Here Comes"-one of the collection's more realistic pieces-describes the anxious circumstances of a suddenly homeless alcoholic poised to slip through the cracks for good in a Southern California town. Substance abuse figures again in "Up Against the Wall," about a young man seduced by a dissolute new crowd, while his parents' marital discord and the Vietnam War tug at the edges of his drugged-out awareness. The wired rhythm of Boyle's prose and the enormity of his imagination make this collection irresistible; with it he continues to shore up his place as one of the most distinctive, funniest-and finest-writers around. (On sale Sept. 12) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Published on the heels of his novel The Inner Circle, Boyle's seventh collection continues the move away from the high-concept narrative hooks and surprise endings that characterized his earlier stories. The title comes from Tennyson's In Memoriam and refers to nature's cruelty and indifference to suffering. In some of these tales, the predators are animals; in others, human. In the title story, a man adopts a vicious African cat in order to impress a sexy cocktail waitress. Substance abuse is an underlying theme throughout. In the frightening "Here Comes," for instance, a man tries to adjust to his new life as a homeless drunk, while in "Up Against the Wall"-clearly an autobiographical tale, catching Boyle in an unusual confessional mode-a young teacher stranded in rural New York is recruited into the heroin lifestyle. This strong collection will delight Boyle's longtime fans and win him converts. For public and academic libraries. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 5/15/05.]-Edward B. St. John, Loyola Law Sch. Lib., Los Angeles Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Darker tones and an impressive range of subjects dominate this impressive collection of 14 vivid stories, the seventh from one of our most versatile and prolific writers. Boyle displays his manic surrealist's wares in wry tales concerning a roughhewn Shetland Islander whose unlikely romance with a lissome American ornithologist is imperiled by violent winds continuously plaguing the isle of Unst ("Swept Away"); a retiree's passive adjustment to a Florida theme park and housing complex transformed by its draconian "Covenants and Restrictions" into an Orwellian nightmare ("Jubilation"); and in the superb "Dogology," which juxtaposes a revenge tale involving feral children in India with the regression of a woman field biologist who undertakes "reordering her senses" through intimate orientation in the canine world. Several considerably grimmer stories focus on hapless substance abusers: a recently divorced narrator who encounters the grieving father of a college fraternity drinking binge's victim ("When I Woke Up This Morning, Everything I Had Was Gone"); a destitute loser sunk in homelessness and hopelessness ("Here Comes"); and an unstable drunk whose repeated risk-taking undermines his continuing dumb luck ("All the Wrecks I've Crawled Out Of"). A sense of looming global catastrophe takes the varied forms of a Mexican rancher's disbelieving encounter with a "doomsaying" scientist ("Blinded by the Light"); the father of a reported fatal auto crash's victim, obsessed with past and future Armageddons ("Chicxlub"); and-metaphorically-in the title story's account of its underachieving protagonist's enslavement to a ferociously untameable African predator. Even better are the tale of a radioco-host's assault on the world record for "continuous hours without sleep" ("The Kind Assassin"); a rich fictionalization of the famous journal detailing Sarah Kemble Knight's arduous travels through the rural colonial northeastern U.S. ("The Doubtfulness of Water"); and a perfectly calibrated portrayal of a callow "ghetto school" teacher's scary walk on the wild side ("Up Against the Wall"). Vintage Boyle, and not to be missed.
| When I woke up this morning, everything I had was gone | 1 | |
| Swept away | 20 | |
| Dogology | 32 | |
| The kind assassin | 57 | |
| The swift passage of the animals | 79 | |
| Jubilation | 99 | |
| Rastrow's island | 121 | |
| Chicxulub | 133 | |
| Here comes | 145 | |
| All the wrecks I've crawled out of | 166 | |
| Blinded by the light | 190 | |
| Tooth and claw | 205 | |
| The doubtfulness of water : Madam Knight's journey to New York, 1702 | 229 | |
| Up against the wall | 259 |
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