Abandoned by his wife, Gordon needs something more - love. Love in the shape of Lu Anne. Following her to Mexico where she is filming a movie he's scripted, it doesn't matter to Gordon that Lu Anne is fighting for survival too, and that Gordon may push her over the edge.
ROBERT STONE was the author of seven novels: A Hall of Mirrors, Dog Soldiers (winner of the National Book Award), A Flag for Sunrise, Children of Light, Outerbridge Reach, Damascus Gate, and Bay of Souls. His story collection, Bear and His Daughter, was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize, and his memoir, Prime Green, was published in 2006. His work was typically characterized by psychological complexity, political concerns, and dark humor.
A lifelong adventurer who in his 20s befriended Ken Kesey, Neal Cassady, and what he called ‘‘all those crazies’’ of the counterculture, Mr. Stone had a fateful affinity for outsiders, especially those who brought hard times on themselves. Starting with the 1966 novel ‘‘A Hall of Mirrors,’’ Mr. Stone set his stories everywhere from the American South to the Far East. He was a master of making art out of his character’s follies, whether the adulterous teacher in ‘‘Death of the Black-Haired Girl,’’ the fraudulent seafarer in ‘‘Outerbridge Reach,’’ or the besieged journalist in ‘‘Dog Soldiers,’’ winner of the National Book Award in 1975.
Geez, dude. This thing was . . . I mean don't let the pink cover trick you. Some serious intensity here. I'm fully in love with this guy Stone. COL concerns a Hollywood production in Mexico, and basically revolves around the screenwriter (a serious coke-head) coming together with the star (who's 'troubled' to put it mildly), and what happens when they finally meet up on the set. The scenes featuring the star's schizophrenic(?) visions are some of the craziest things I've ever read—some serious horror-movie shit in an otherwise realist novel. Anyway, there's humor here, and but there's (mostly) just dark, dark shit, some real underbelly-of-Hollywood/personal humanity stuff. But not in a depraved or exposé or smarmy way. The dialogue is crisp as hell, all of the characters (there are a few) are realized and particularized . . . the book is very, very sad (in a general, not-having-anything-to-do-with-plot, tonal way), but also really entertaining. Yes, read it. Yes. This guy is GREAT.
David Bowman picked this as one of the five best post-Chandler noirs. An interesting lens through which to view one of Robert Stone's most unusual and underrated efforts. It's often called his Hollywood book but it's far from that, too. Incidentally, it contains one of the best final lines ever.
Bowman sez: "The most unloved child of all Stone’s work (even editor Robert Gottlieb hated it), this novel contains the psychic framework of a good noir while simultaneously being the burnout death of the genre (despite noble attempts at resurrection by Jonathan Lethem (“Gun With Occasional Music”) and Charlie Smith (“Chimney Rock”). Stone dispenses the crime elements offstage, and then wallows in drugs, suicide, madness, Oedipal failures and Mexico — the traditional dumping ground for noir."
I love this book unreasonably--I put it right up there with Bear and His Daughters, only second to Dog Soldiers. Maybe it's overlooked so often because it's a Hollywood novel, and has a minimal cast compared to much of the Stone oeuvre. Treading on Didion territory here... I keep thinking they made a movie of this, with someone like Susannah York, but perhaps I just saw it in my head.
This is often described as a minor Stone novel, because it involves Hollywood shenanigans and who cares about that. I disagree: it's not his best but it's up there with the rest of them, and not because of the flavorful prose and the scenes of flamboyant boozery, but because it's a convincing and horribly sad portrayal of love and art at their worst. Gordon (the screenwriter) would read as just another drunken/coked-up wisenheimer except for two things: he's a solid writer who understands how to work with people even though he often chooses not to, and he deeply cares for Lu Anne (the schizophrenic actor) even though he can't resist wrecking her life. Similarly, Lu Anne, self-destructive though she is, is someone you'd want to know, and she's got other things on her mind besides Gordon and her hallucinations (although the passages that deal with her psychosis, and Gordon's attempts to work with/around it, are very well done— some of the best fiction about mental illness I've ever read— it's no surprise that Stone was writing from close family experience). The movie industry setting isn't arbitrary, it's perfect for these unmoored characters: a place where usual practical concerns are temporarily on hold, extreme behavior is indulged or managed as necessary, and there's no clear line between self-interest and creativity. Stone doesn't give short shrift to the creative side either; some of the characters don't care much about what they're doing, but the director, although he's nasty and flippant, is a competent artist and the movie they're making is one I'd like to see. (The director and his wife are also interesting examples of something that's appeared several times in Stone's books: a smart, hyper-worldly couple who are truly devoted to each other and to their closest friends, but are amoral jerks to everyone else. I wonder if that's from personal experience too.) It's more solipsistic than his other novels, in that the things the two leads are struggling with all come from inside themselves, but Stone writes about those things very well and this book felt real to me.
The game here is brutally simple: Stone posits a burned-out screenwriter heading off to meet his ex-lover-- a fading name actress barely holding onto her sanity as she stars in some kind of artsy period melodrama shooting in Mexico-- then telegraphing on every other goddamn page how this reunion will likely end in tragedy. Guess what? It does!
When it comes to drink, drugs, and schizophrenia, Stone certainly seems to know his way around. Curiously though, he often seems clueless about filmmaking. Given that the whole novel takes place on a shoot, that most of his supporting characters are crew, and that Stone himself wrote two produced screenplays, I can only guess the man spent two or three days tops on sets, perhaps drunk and/or stoned as well, and somehow came away with the idea that nobody really does much and that the movie largely makes itself. His depiction of the director is particularly unconvincing: there's never a moment when Walter Drogue Jr. doesn't seem more like one of those "producers" who's only hanging around because his hedge fund kicked in some dough.
whew. forget lovecraft -- if you wanna read something that makes you feel like you're on the brink of losing it, check out the lee/lu anne's p.o.v. sections of this. weaker than hall of mirrors, weaker than dog soldiers, undecided how it ranks vis-a-vis flag for sunrise. the major issue imo is that the Bad Thing that's relentlessly foreshadowed throughout the 1st half is exactly the Bad Thing you think it's gonna be, and while it's still p interesting/tragic to see how everyone fails in their own way to avert it, the obviousness deadens the impact. (also i doubt this is stone's fault but the jacket copy contains some nonsense about how maybe gordon and lee's "desperate love" might "enable them to save each other," which, read a couple pages of this and tell me that's not absolutely risible.) anyhow if you grooved on hall of mirrors (as i can't imagine you wouldn't) you won't regret this one either
What a bloody marvelous novelist Stone really is. I keep forgetting, maybe because there's something unobtrusive about his artistry, or maybe just because he produced such a small body of work. But no novel of his that I've read has been a dud, and this one is delectable. Not a word out of place, constantly entertaining and cramming a wealth of meaning within a strictly realist framework. Every scene in this novel about Hollywood is as riveting as a scene from a good Hollywood film (but more interestingly so, as the novel gives him more space than the fast pacing of a Hollywood film would actually allow him).
Another fabulous, intelligent, scorching, woeful book. This is supposed to be a more “minor” Stone. The one that gets less respect (among the five successful novels). It reads much faster, to be sure — less ponderous? More dialogue, perhaps, at any rate. But no less depth.
I just watched the movie "Lions Love (... and Lies)" by Agnes Varda today. I can't help but imagine Lu Anne from this book was at some point quite like the actress in that one.
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Never would I have imagined I'd have enjoyed so thoroughly a novel taking place almost entirely on a movie set. Stone is an expert at setting unsettling tones and portraying moderately to severely deranged characters. There was some streams psychological instability that reminded me of "Aquarius Obscured" (my favorite short story by the same author).
Unfortunately, the last 1/5th of the book strays from the golden path and does not find its way back.
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I love the cover art of this first edition, as well as the typeset. And the paper is of amazing quality. Why are modern books so cheap-feeling and ugly?
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One of the best novels I have ever read, although I like Stone's "Dog Soldiers" a hair more. While Dog Soldiers focuses on the feeling of paranoia steming from the Vietnam war, Children of Light is more about the drama surrounding two fucked up people. Stone's schizophrenic character Lou Ann, is loosely based off his mother and I think his writing in this regard is nothing short of masterful.
Everything about this book is brilliant until you get to the end. It's totally inexplicable-- feels like he just got really tired and just decided to stop writing and go to bed. Which is too bad, because the first four fifths of the book is incredible.
Tale of making a movie from the principal points of view of the screenwriter and the leading actress. Climax in stigmata amidst pig feces on a Mexican mountain. Maybe worth a read if only to discover how that came about.
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This was a really tough read for me. The glaring pink cover caught my attention off the shelf in a Chiang Mai bookstore, and after a quick google search told me this might be an interesting and depraved look at the Hollywood movie industry. I took the bait.
This is the first book I have read from this author. His writing style was particularly difficult to follow. I enjoyed it at the start, but it grew tiresome. He writes these characters that are not only difficult to like but also to differentiate. There are some nice grounded scenes with some “normal” people (like Lu Anne’s husband, or Gordon’s son) but these are very brief moments. We spend most of the time on set, which has potential to deliver some juicy plot lines, but it all just so boring.
There is a wrinkle where Gordon and Lu Anne get photographed in a compromising position. This culminates in the final chapters where they both run away. The setup is tedious, but it leads to this section where it seemed to me like the author was going to take this big creative swing and shift to horror. I thought that would be really smart way to address this bubbling plot line of Lu Anne’s schizophrenia - have her become this sort of demonic presence and kill Gordon. After such a slog through the middle of the book, that idea finally got my attention and I pushed through, but it quickly dissipates. She goes from bleeding profusely, floating in the air to I nap time in the bar. From here, the author opts for the predictable ending instead.
I really wanted to enjoy this one but the whole thing seemed masturbatory.
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This novel is very much a mixed bag, and difficult to evaluate.
Stone steps away from his some of his usual 'guy novel' tropes, to present a document of a woman's mental illness. His prose is as impeccable as ever, and his depictions of her delusions ... enigmatic part-insect skittering creatures who speak to her in French whom she has dubbed the Long Friends ... whether realistic or not, are haunting and will linger in the mind. She is an actress starring in an adaptation of Kate Chopin's The Awakening ... this was my introduction to that novel and the callouts to it provide added depth.
On the other hand, the male protagonist, a depressed writer/actor who is supplied with an apparently inexhaustible amount of cocaine, while an interesting and sympathetic character in his own right (although one despairs of his idiotic life decisions), becomes a drag on the narrative as he involves the other lead in his drug habit. And as the storyline winds down to a predictably tragic conclusion, it becomes a complete chore to get through.
It's like Hemingway for the 80s...so with a lot more coke. I found a lot to like in this book, but it wasn't quite a pleasant reading experience. Interesting way of combining a kind of experimental style (mostly coked-up or drunk dialogue) with traditional themes (the characters are filming an adaptation of The Awakening). But the examination of a character's schizophrenia was a little incomplete for me when done this way. And I would have loved more movie industry sprinkled in - I think fleshing out the industry side of things could have nudged this one into a more memorable, biting realm.
Ugh. Stone is a fine writer but this is an unpleasant book. I must have been drawn to it from reading somewhere that it was Hollywood behind-the-scenes. Or so I thought. It does take place in the context of making a movie but in Mexico, not Hollywood, where (improbably), they're making a movie of Kate Chopin's early feminist novel "The Awakening." Sounds good, but the characters are so dissolute and hopeless that it becomes pretty grim reading. "Night of the Iguana" comes to mind.
I read an interview with Robert and it made me want to read his writing. This is a beautifully written book with deeply well constructed characters spinning together in a downward cycle. Ultimately it’s sad fever dream of an experience, but not one easy to forget. It was a good departure from my usual choices and an interesting peer into the life of Hollywood.
Had to buy and read this for a class... after discussing the first half, the professor changed the class schedule and the entire class DNF’d this book 😬
What this novel accomplishes more than anything is granting the country of Mexico immense sympathy for hosting the book's cast of vile, morally bankrupt Hollywood characters--and a special place is reserved for the pretentious actress protagonist, who earns her own chamber of Hades. Author Stone's descriptions of the Mexican landscapes are as poetic as his noxious details capturing the show business landscapes, complete with their endless tawdry people and locales in the middle of natural beauty. The dialogue scenes are weird and filled with crossed signals as well as Shakespearean quotes. The enormous amount of substances consumed by everyone--and no food eaten whatsoever--reminds you of a noir film. Overall, if Stone wanted to arouse empathy (or even pity) for his main characters, it didn't work. The humor, sordid encounters and chaos work better, though the surreal, Jodorowsky/Bunuel-style ending is like Norman Mailer on bad acid. Anybody who has done this book's amount of cocaine and drank equally will be guaranteed a hangover.
Children of Light briefly rose to a four but quickly crashed back down. The story, in short, is: Gordon Walker is a writer and wrote the screenplay to Chopin's Awakening. Lu Anne is his lover and is playing Edna in the movie. Gordon Walker follows her to where they're shooting the movie.
Like I said, that was the short version. I left out all the parts about all the alcohol, cocaine and mental illness. Anywho... The parts I left out are the parts that I most enjoyed. Definitely my stuff all that crazy. Reminded me of some of Bukowski's works with the booze laden old men.
Three stars for a very very very slow start. I was thinking it wouldn't get going at all. The writing was good though and I liked the protagonist, Gordon Walker. Briefly four stars because of what happened after the middle of the book and around the quote I've written below, unfortunately in Finnish. (Btw the translation was atrocious.) There was some excellent writing there and the pictures Stone painted were gorgeous. Unfortunately there was a crash because the storyline took a turn to beyond crazy and I just didn't enjoy reading it after that. Was pretty disappointed at the turn it took.
"Jo kauan sitten Walker oli oppinut tarkkailemaan Lu Annen äänen väriä, sen silmien ilmettä. Hän oli oppinut lukemaan niistä mitä oli tulossa. Hän sanoi sitä vaihtamiseksi. Hän oli kertonut sille joskus että se toimi kahdella nopeudella: oli Paha Lu Anne ja Pyhä Lu Anne. Hän huomasi että siinä vuoteella hänen vieressään se oli siirtymäisillään Pahaan Lu Anneen. Paha Lu Anne ei varsinaisesti ollut pahansuopa, mutta se oli karmea ja joskus kauhistava. Heti kun hän näki sen katseen hän hätkähti. Hän tunsi ruumiillaan kun se nousi, ja niin kuin valmentaja joka demonstroi taklausta hän sitoi sen otteeseensa poikittain vuoteen jalkopäähän ja piteli siinä. Hänen oli pantava peliin kaikki voimansa ja koko painonsa pitääkseen rimpuilijan aloillaan. Sen kasvot painautuivat hänen rintaansa vasten, suu oli auki tuskanhuudossa, mutta ääntä ei tullut. Huohottaen hän rimpuili vastaan. Jos se päätti purra häntä hän ei voinut estää. Joskus se puri häntä, joskus ei. Tällä kertaa se vain kirkui kirkumistaan, ja yhdessä hetkessä kun hänen otteensa höltyi se ajoi hänet vuoteelta ja poikki huoneen ja päin beigeä kangastapettista seinää. Hän roikkui mukana koko ajan. Hän imi itseensä sen äänetöntä huutoa kunnes tuntui ettei häneen repeämättä mahdu enää sen vimmainen suru ja raivo. Lopulta se lakkasi reuhtomasta ja hän päästi otteensa. Hän irtautui ja he makasivat vierekkäin lattialla. Lu Anne käpersi kätensä poskensa alle kuin rukoukseen kasvot häneen päin. Sen huulet liikkuivat, se rukoili, muodosti sanoja, nyyhki. Hän pani kätensä sen olalle, tiedustelevan käden, kysyäkseen halusiko se hänen olevan täällä vai ei. Kun hän kosketti sitä se vetäytyi häntä lähemmäs. "Hei vain", hän kuiskasi järjettömästi. Hän kiersi kätensä sen ympärille: kaikki hänen liikkeensä tuntuivat voimattomilta ja merkityksettömiltä. "Hei vain", hän toisteli kuin joku joka puhuu hevoselle. "Hei vain."
Don't waste your time reading this novel: unless you like stories about self-obsessed druggies in the movie business, who don't like themselves, or others, who have hallucinations, all of whom (the druggies) are unlikeable. Unlikeable hedonists! Now there's a concept. At the halfway point in this novel, I finally decided it wasn't worth my time. There is no way this novel ends well unless everyone dies, but then there would be no one to tell the story. Bummer. Decided to cut my losses and dump this trash. Note: I'm a biblioholic, and almost never, never stop in a book until the last page. It pains me to not finish a book. Unfortunately this book was too painful to finish.
Read a number of years ago but it is now heading out with some other books for some lucky future booklover to find at the great book sales our library puts on (we have a very dedicated Friends of the Library group). Book is terrific but you have to read The Awakening by Kate Chopin first or it won't make as much sense to you. Which is hardly asking too much since that is a terrific book, too. Maybe all good books should be set up that way, so you have to read another good book - a twofer sort of literary necessity...