First published in 1979, I read it circa 1989, but this recent 2013 edition contains Hassler's Journal that he kept while writing the novel. Thank you to Joe Plut, known as the hugging professor at Brainerd Community College, who took pains to arrange Jon's correspondence from January 1977 through November 1978 into a coherent whole. Herein we see 'behind the curtain' into Jon's doubts, victories and struggles as he creates "Simon's Night."
Most compelling for me is Jon's struggle to balance classroom English teaching, family responsibilities, and publishing concerns with his growing passion for solitude wherein he can think and write and write. One striking feature in this journal is his belief in the power of revision. He re-started this novel over twenty times - all on an electric typewriter using carbons between pages. Another point of fascination for me was Jon's understanding of his own limitations. He is fully aware of his strength to create life-like characters as well as his limitations with the shape of a plot line especially one with a suitable ending. I relish these revelations because they expose a respected writer's irregular shoreline among the high waves of inspiration and receding ebbs of vacuity. Thank you, Joe for this precious journal from your long-time friend.
Within "Simon's Night" itself, I was particularly drawn to Simon's inner struggle between his spiritual allegiance to his Roman Catholic faith with its keel of morality guiding him always close to the safer shore as he faces forces that lure him out to shimmering, deeper waters. Only once does he seek its allure. It's in the form of a mermaid, a former female student who unlikely appears in a Dublin pub. This sultry encounter provides Simon with enough guilt to eventually return to his estranged wife, Barbara. These scenes in Ireland are splendid because they allow Hassler to openly savor his love of Yeats as well as Ireland's rich Roman Catholic hertiage at the Rock of Cashel where Simon's epiphany reveals not only the flaw in his errant ways but also the solid ancient rock of his wavering faith in God. Good stuff, this.