Nick and Wani have started a magazine and film production company together, which also becomes a convenient cover for their relationship. Later, the Feddens are again on holiday in France and this time invite Nick and Wani to join them. When everyone returns to England, the Feddens have a party for Margaret Thatcher. Prior to the party Nick goes to a bar to get drugs, and while there sees his ex, Leo, who is showing symptoms of AIDS. Fearful, Nick avoids approaching Leo and quickly leaves the bar. At the party, Nick makes a strong impression with Thatcher by inviting her to dance and making the party a smashing success.
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Start your review of The Line of Beauty Write a review May 11, Jessica rated it it was amazing Recommends it for: people who like old-timey british novels about rich people, but want more gay sex Recommended to Jessica by: my ex-professor who i amazon-stalk; eric-with-the-drink Shelves: favorites , crazy-ladies , groups-of-people , love-and-other-indoor-sports , substance-related-disorders , hagging-out I started this last night, heading home after one of the most dreadful evenings in recent memory.
It might take the edge off, but not nicely, and with some of this stuff I think I might be better off drinking the coffee black. That Martin Amis is like some synthetic creamer, I started this last night, heading home after one of the most dreadful evenings in recent memory.
I keep drinking this shit because I have to. Anyway, riding back home half-drunk from a novelistically bad party, I opened The Line of Beauty, and started to read. This coffee tastes fabulous. I could drink it all day. And when I thought of reading more of this novel, I got really excited. I hope this book lives up to its promising opening. Like is this any better than playing games on my cellphone?
Am I not just killing time on my daily commute? We read to save our mouths from burning, we read to slow the ulcers. I have accomplished little this week besides reading this book. My main impression while reading was an image of Alan Hollinghurst encountering The English Language one night on a stroll through the park.
I pictured him coaxing it into some unlit shrubbery, and then gently but manfully bending The English Language over against an oak tree, sort of holding it there, unzipping his trousers, and masterfully -- generously -- turning it gay. How do they do it? A lot of sentences in here made me feel I should stop embarrassing myself and degrading the language by writing any more sentences of my own.
Maybe McEwan should stop writing sentences too! Not this reader! The sex in the opening and best section of the novel conveys the thrill of first love and being young and the figuring of that stuff out with a touching accuracy that many writers have shot for but few have so successfully nailed.
This is a book that would make E. I almost never say dumb stuff like that Anyway, where was I? What was I saying? Oh, I was fawning and drooling all over this book, and it was frankly pathetic. Obviously not everyone would love this as much as I did.
The plot developments and characters were predictable and I could see how one might argue they were cliched, but somehow even this kind of worked for me, and made it seem more like an older novel, in a good way. Maybe twice Restrain yourself! To count frequency of use for your favorite pet words, and make you cut down?
There were sentences in here that made me cry. There were a few in here, man Oh boy. The other, potentially more serious thing I took issue with here was towards the end, when the book got all plotty and reached what I felt was an unnecessary and awkwardly clunky climax.
I think that happened here, somewhat. The events felt distracting from what was really going on, and just on the whole, the more that was happening the less masterfully it was handled. Nick Guest is really an incredible main character. Anyway, the way he makes this guy and the relationship I developed with him as the reader was just awesome in the older sense of the term.
I was awed by it, really. Why the fuss, psycho? If, for instance, you are somehow not captivated by gay male sexuality, Thatcherite England, or novels about rich people, you might not love this. You have been warned. How can you not be? Where can I go from this? I think it might be time. High praise again: truly, a tough book to follow.
The Line of Beauty
Share via Email Lines of beauty Alan Hollinghurst. Before the event begins, as caterers fuss and tension mounts in the Notting Hill home of Tory MP Gerald Fedden where Nick is a lodger, he slips out "for a walk". The paragraph ends. At the beginning of the next he is walking home, "[f]rowning again, at having done something so vulgar and unsafe".
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Share via Email Alan Hollinghurst. He recalled how one tabloid headline greeted his Man Booker Prize by announcing, "Gay Sex Wins Prize" — "a rather different award" from the famous literary prize itself, the author reflected. Several readers asked him whether he had felt that the mainstream success of the novel was, however, a breakthrough on behalf of a community. He did agree that his success might have marked some significant change in attitudes, even over the short course of his own writing career.