Additional InformationFrom the internationally acclaimed Nobel laureate comes a
richly conceived novel that illuminates the full spectrum
of desire. May, Christine, Heed, Junior, Vida -- even L: all women
obsessed by Bill Cosey. More than the wealthy owner of the
famous Cosey Hotel and Resort, he shapes their yearnings
for father, husband, lover, guardian, friend, yearnings
that dominate the lives of these women long after his
death. Yet while he is both the void in, and the centre of,
their stories, he himself is driven by secret forces -- a
troubled past and a spellbinding woman named Celestial. This audacious vision of the nature of love -- its
appetite, its sublime possession, its dread -- is rich in
characters and striking scenes, and in its profound
understanding of how alive the past can be. A major addition to the canon of one of the world's
literary masters. This is coast country, humid and God fearing, where female
recklessness runs too deep for short shorts or thongs or
cameras. But then or now, decent underwear or none, wild
women never could hide their innocence -- a kind of pitty-
kitty hopefulness that their prince was on his way.
Especially the tough ones with their box cutters and dirty
language, or the glossy ones with two-seated cars and a
pocketbook full of dope. Even the ones who wear scars like
Presidential medals and stockings rolled at their ankles
can't hide the sugar-child, the winsome baby girl curled up
somewhere inside, between the ribs, say, or under the
heart. -- from Love
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