My Eliot
A Novel
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My Eliot
Narrated by:
Donald Antrim
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Narrated by:
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Donald Antrim
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By:
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Donald Antrim
Lost in the house he grew up in, haunted by the ghost of his younger sister and his strange, cruel parents, and with the love of his life, Paula, zipping around town in a sportscar with the man she left him for, our narrator, Donald Antrim, is feeling unmoored—bordering on undone. It’s time, he decides, to embark on a project that will allow him to understand his late father and himself, to figure out what went wrong with his relationship, and to maybe pull himself out of his misery: he sets out to write a book on everything that his father, H.T. Antrim, an amateur cobbler and autodidact scholar of T.S. Eliot, stood for, and why it was wrong. “Nothing more nor less,” Donald says, “than a kind of anguished expression of mortification—an ejaculation of rage—at the terrible enormity of the old man.”
That is, if his nightly hallucinatory jaunts through the forest around his house don’t get the better of him. Instead of writing his book, Donald spends his time with the technicolor trees, talking to a possum named Tom, pursuing the phantom of a little boy, and trying to win back his beloved Paula. Because when there’s a magical new drug to be smoked, an enchanted wood, and a witch just down the road, who can focus on trying to describe the beauty and torment of life in words?
Delirious, haunting, moving—and presided over by the ghost of T.S. Eliot—Antrim’s novel, his first in more than twenty years, offers something beyond resolution or escape: the knowledge that past even the darkest despair is the promise of transcendence to an existence far stranger and more magnificent than our own.
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Reviews
“To have a new Donald Antrim novel enter the world is like having a comet reappear: It marks the arrival of an otherworldly sensibility. What adjectives can a person even throw at My Eliot? Bizarre, hilarious, heartbreaking, elegant. In a word, Antrimian.”—John Jeremiah Sullivan, author of Pulphead
“Donald Antrim is a master of contemporary fiction and the most entertaining writer in America. With My Eliot, he has produced his best book yet—a warm, wild, intelligent excursion into the heart of one family and the inner life of literature.”—Andrew O’Hagan, author of Mayflies and Caledonian Road
“After twenty-five years, Antrim returns to fiction—or does he? My Eliot is a furiously funny novel masquerading as sad-sack memoir disguised as oedipally driven lit crit. . . . A stoner Metamorphosis, full of cool animals, a do-it-yourself lumber mill, and mind-altering root vegetables.”—Ed Park, author of Same Bed Different Dreams
“A profound testament to the sovereignty of the imagination and its inseparable relationship with the ‘real.’ . . . Antrim is perhaps one of the most sorely missed novelists of the last couple of decades for his humanity, intelligence and deceptive lightness of touch. My Eliot made me laugh, made me cry, made me wish I had my own enchanted parsnip.”—Luke Kennard, author of The Book of Jonah
“A book of pure colors and laminated realities that crack and change as Antrim perfectly renders how restless it is to live in mourning, how devoted we can be to heartbreak, and how human it is to want to be an animal.”—Ben Pester, author of The Expansion Project
“Donald Antrim is a master of contemporary fiction and the most entertaining writer in America. With My Eliot, he has produced his best book yet—a warm, wild, intelligent excursion into the heart of one family and the inner life of literature.”—Andrew O’Hagan, author of Mayflies and Caledonian Road
“After twenty-five years, Antrim returns to fiction—or does he? My Eliot is a furiously funny novel masquerading as sad-sack memoir disguised as oedipally driven lit crit. . . . A stoner Metamorphosis, full of cool animals, a do-it-yourself lumber mill, and mind-altering root vegetables.”—Ed Park, author of Same Bed Different Dreams
“A profound testament to the sovereignty of the imagination and its inseparable relationship with the ‘real.’ . . . Antrim is perhaps one of the most sorely missed novelists of the last couple of decades for his humanity, intelligence and deceptive lightness of touch. My Eliot made me laugh, made me cry, made me wish I had my own enchanted parsnip.”—Luke Kennard, author of The Book of Jonah
“A book of pure colors and laminated realities that crack and change as Antrim perfectly renders how restless it is to live in mourning, how devoted we can be to heartbreak, and how human it is to want to be an animal.”—Ben Pester, author of The Expansion Project
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