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224 pages, Paperback
First published September 28, 2021
The ring, unremarkable in itself, lay in the palm of Gwen’s hand.
Gwen had taken her friend’s point: it did feel, even to her, as if she were waiting for something. In fact, she’d had that very feeling as if something were on her horizon: an encounter, a discovery, an event. And it was in this mood that, two days after the fundraiser, she texted Olivier Mallay.
Everyone talks about the anamorphic skull, but I love the parquet the men are standing on. The design on it is in the form of a quincunx. Holbein copied it from the floor of Westminster Abbey, where Henry VIII had just married Anne Boleyn. The whole painting’s so suggestive!
A quincunx is an arrangement of plants or objects with one element at each of four corners of an imagined square and one in the centre. In his difficult but fascinating essay “The Garden of Cyrus,” the Jacobean essayist Thomas Browne makes a case for the mystical power and significance of this arrangement. For instance, quoting from biblical and classical sources, Browne suggests that the vegetation in the garden of Eden would have been planted in this shape. Whether or not God – if God exists – had a quincunx in mind when He created the gardens in Eden, my quincunx is inspired by – and grateful for – Thomas Browne’s essay. So, the five novels in my “quincunx” can be thought of as “plants” rooted in the imagination: my imagination, principally, but also the cultural imagination, as each novel represents a distinct genre of novel, a different kind of “plant.”
There are elements of all five of the novels within the poem. Which brings us back to the sacred geometry of the quincunx: the midpoint of the third book is the very centre of the pattern, and the poem centres the sequence as a whole. It’s not a matter of introducing the thematic elements, nor of summarizing them. Instead, it connects all five novels together in one form: it is the poem that finalizes the quincunx.
Well, Professor Bruno was saying, to live poetically is to live in uncertainty, to hesitate between the word and the thing. That’s how poetry and love are related! Because love comes from uncertainty, too. In fact, love is uncertainty’s greatest gift! Always remember that Gift is the German word for poison!

