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280 pages, Hardcover
First published October 8, 2013
Josephine was the name Edmonds and his wife had chosen if they ever had a girl, Nevan for a boy. Lola had found the name "Nevan." Edmonds had never heard it before. It meant "little holy one" in Gaelic. It was the sort of thing Lola loved - strange, beautiful, and obscure.

come to my blog!"The past is our only safe refuge from Chaos."I actually came very close to being disappointed in Jonathan Carroll's 2013 novel Bathing the Lion—which is, I must say, a first for me.
—Jane Claudius, p.233
"Everyone seems to be waiting for something that's not happening."As in Carroll's earlier novels, Bathing the Lion is full of people whose lives may seem mundane at first (albeit very well-appointed and comfortable), but upon whom exceptional situations inevitably intrude. Here, though, Carroll's patented dream logic, ordinarily so surreal and compelling, doesn't seem to hang together. The rules that govern the "mechanics" come across as arbitrary, even contradictory—more than once, we're told something never happens, and then it does, somewhere in the next few pages. Even the chapter numbers just disappear into smoke—so perhaps some of this blurriness is intentional, but if so it still didn't really work for me.
—Five Dolls for an August Moon, a film by Mario Bava (1970)
The woman who does everything more beautifully than you is named Ellen. Her Olivia von Halle silk pyjamas rustle as she slowly scissors her legs on your beloved four-poster bed. The massive antique bears her shifting weight without a creak. Your great-grandfather hauled that bed out to the coast in his covered wagon, at the expense of other supplies which might arguably have kept him alive long enough to witness your grandmother's first steps, and if it came down to a choice between the bed and Ellen, you would have to think hard before deciding which to keep.Muba the elephant is actually a part of Bathing the Lion, by the way, although the rest of the above is pastiche that I could not resist including.
Ellen lets out a fart (yes, she does that more beautifully than you could ever do as well) and laughs merrily.
"This is just like when we were on holiday on Mykonos—do you remember?"
And then, suddenly angry, she goes on,
"Yes, just like when we were in Greece—you ignored the elephant in the room then too."
She's right; you have been ignoring—or perhaps never allowed yourself to see—the elephant standing in the center of the room. The elephant is bright red, like Clifford the Big Red Dog; her name is Muba, and she does not like being ignored...