A downtown Baudelaire of the ‘90 that’s what New York poet Mark West used to be. Now, at thirty-one, locked in a perpetual adolescence, he’s slipping. Even when he takes an artist-in-residence position at a small Oregon college, he finds himself still sleeping with strange women and seeking momentary oblivion in drugs. But when he returns to Manhattan with a new book idea and renewed energy, an emotional train wreck awaits him, and he discovers that he must take his first steps into his new life alone.
Pretty good Holden Caufield-in-his-mid-thirties kind of thing. Aging bad-boy who is still coasting on his one published book gets a job teaching at a small college and continues trying to live like he's 20.
Hmmmm very repetitive but in a way you can’t help but hope the outcome will be different the next time (I’m referring in regards to the narrators actions) You can always guess what will happen you’ll hope he’s learned but then BAM. I don’t rly have much to say about this book except drugs sex n New York City
Blake Nelson is standing one the line between good writer and good storyteller. His use of language is enough. Never over the top, never lacking, but at the same time, never spectacular. His strength lies in his ability to create believable and sympathetic characters (many times with utterly reprehensible qualities) and put them into engaging situations. The man is, for sure, a snotty little cynic, but it comes off with enough humor to work. Exile follows a struggling, drug abusing New York poet who attempts to revive his career after he is offered an artist-in-residence position at a small liberal arts school in bum-fuck Oregon. So yeah, fish out of water story, really really well done.
He probably should have saved himself the time it took him to write this book. He's such an excellent writer that I don't feel this book really highlights his talent. However, if you are a Blake Nelson fan, it is worth reading.
I love slipping into Blake Nelson's world. Short fast read. I've been reading his books for 20 years. It's always like going home with his books. His characters become my friends. bits an pieces of them will be with me for the rest of my life.
man, i wanted to like this. I wish i hadn't read any reviews while i was reading. made all the stinging problems so much more glaring. if you're going to write about portland: please don't change the names of our landmarks. i don't get it. Satyricon by any other name is half as seedy.
Interesting take on what "success" means in poetry (or the artistic life in general). In the middle I really hated the main character... but it was interesting enough to keep on to the end. Hysterical scene near the end depicting a radio interview.
I was actually a big fan of this book. The whole drug-abusing, tortured artist thing really appeals to me for whatever reason. There were times when I really didn't like Mark, but mostly I did. I would probably read it again.
Exile was pretty different and a little wacky for me (at least at the moment). But I enjoy Blake Nelson's writing very much. I was put off by the main character at many points, but that was probably what Nelson was getting at. Glad to have read another one of his books. :)