William Kotzwinkle is a very talented writer. He swerves around the trite and obvious, even when writing about subjects that seem like cliches. He doesn't overstate symbols or linger for poignancy. He just writes it and keeps rolling, allowing the reader to be the one to pause or reflect, if they choose to. His "Elephant Bangs Train" a collection of short stories, is a favorite of mine. In this book "Book of Love", what seems on the surface to be a simple coming of age in a small town in the fifties book, is told in such a lively and engaging manner, that the story has some weight that caused me to reflect on it much more than if it were written by a lesser storyteller. The writing has a great rhythm to it, almost as if it was dashed off, and it probably was, but the flow of the story and the characters themselves feel natural in a way keeps the story entertaining and the people in it as if you know them. The book seems a little bit "for the boys", if you ask me, and I can see the sexuality as being a little redundant, at least, and maybe Kotzwinkle let's himself go to the point of preoccupation. Then again, maybe not. For as the book rolls on to its conclusion, what really seems to be the main theme of the book is contained in the characters' preoccupation with sexual thoughts and feelings, and their lack of conquests; unfulfilled desires. The things they, and all of us, want in our lives, our hopes and dreams, particularly when we are young and trying on different personae, the wishes that someone, anyone, will understand us, all of us reaching for something that shouldn't be intangible, or so difficult, always seems to be just out of reach. (Spoiler alert)
Just as when Twiller is riding with his prom date, hoping to score, in his dad's nice, new Chevy, after having dropped off his own car with broken headlights, a cushion that gives him rashes, a top that won't go up and is held together by chicken wire, sometimes it's the recognition that even if something is a mess, if we fit in it, and realize that we do, that's the important thing. Unfortunately, sometimes it's awakened too late.